Two years ago, Chen Luo first crossed over into this world.
A mysterious literary heart had opened the path of Martial Dao for him, allowing everyone to read and everyone to grow stronger.
Back then, they had said that a mere Three Thousand Li was nothing worth caring about.
A year ago, in Dongcang City, Chen Luo had opened the Heavenly Gate alone, extending the path of Martial Dao to Six Thousand Li.
Back then, they had said that Six Thousand Li must be the limit, and that no one could escape the fate of ultimately merging with the Dao.
Half a year ago, Chen Luo had returned from the Southern Wasteland and pressed onward once more, stepping on the fleeting Dao Rhymes his senior brothers had built for him and opening Martial Dao Nine Thousand Miles.
Back then, they had said that Mozi had failed to complete the path, so Chen Luo might not be able to complete it either.
Until today!
Chen Luo stood atop the Seven-Colored Great Dao. His gaze swept over the Azure, Purple, and Golden Great Daos surrounding Martial Dao one by one before finally looking toward the road ahead of Nine Thousand Li.
Martial Dao Ten Thousand Miles—today was the day!
"Martial Dao..." Chen Luo lowered his head and looked at the Seven-Colored Great Dao beneath his feet. All kinds of realizations arose in his heart. "It originates from a gentleman's unceasing self-improvement and takes root in the hearts of mortals."
"I inherited Little Martial Uncle's legacy and walked out onto the path of Martial Dao. This is its function."
"The hearts of mortals—their love, hatred, grudges, and feuds—this is its substance!"
"Martial Dao Ten Thousand Miles follows the surging Mortal World and the myriad forms of humanity! One word: people! One word: