Several days soon passed.
The aftershocks of the clash between Martial Deities had yet to fade from the Purple Moon Continent.
Crouching Dragon Mountain had become a Martial Dao Holy Land for the entire continent. Crowds surged, and the clamor shook the heavens.
Countless Martial Artists came from every direction, hearts full of reverence and longing, packing the Crouching Dragon Mountains so tightly that not even water could pass through.
The line outside the mountain gate stretched for dozens of miles, filled with cultivators hoping to serve under Li Yun.
Atop the mountain, Li Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the spectacle below. His expression remained utterly calm.
To him, fighting Imperial Court Mountain's Martial Deity to a draw had been no more than another trial on his Martial Dao path. Crouching Dragon Mountain's sudden rise to fame was merely a byproduct, never something he had deliberately sought.
His thoughts remained fixed on harvesting Myriad Wonders Points, climbing the Martial Dao Ladder, and comprehending deeper truths of heaven and earth. Shifts in the continent's balance of power and the adulation of others held no place in his heart.
But in stark contrast to the bustle of Crouching Dragon Mountain, Imperial Court Mountain lay deathly still, shrouded in gloom so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
That battle had become Imperial Court Mountain's greatest humiliation in ten thousand years.
The supreme holy land that had once stood high above all living beings had been stormed by a newly ascended Martial Deity acting alone. He had slain twelve Martial Emperors with his blade, fought the Martial Deity who had held the mountain for ten thousand years to a draw, then departed at his leisure while they could only watch.
Every faction on the Purple Moon Continent was