True Martial Meets Changsheng!

Spring passed and autumn came; winter lay pure and still. As the years went by, his sense of time gradually grew weaker. Before he knew it, a day had passed; days joined one after another, and before long, a month had gone by. A person grew older with the passing years.

Since Bodhi had entered Square Inch Mountain, Qi WuHuo had taught him the methods of cultivation bit by bit: breathing, qi circulation, swordsmanship, and unarmed combat. He explained every discipline in detail. At sunrise, Bodhi drew in purple qi to strengthen his breath; beneath the snow-laden branches of a plum tree, he practiced with his sword; and at sunset, he stood atop the mountain and stretched his limbs.

Though the child looked young and inexperienced, a closer look revealed that his lineage and origins were astonishingly lofty.

Every Buddhist, without exception, would have to bow deeply upon meeting him, greeting him with the respect due a disciple's disciple. In this vast Buddhist realm, only one of the Five Elders—the Buddha Lord—could still offer the child the rites of a disciple. In the Daoist sect, he was the founding disciple of the Imperial Venerable; by lineage, he had been born alongside the Buddha Ancestor, and his foundations were immense.

The Three Pure Dao Ancestors had journeyed beyond the heavens to hold the Final Tribulation in check a thousand years ago. Within the Six Realms, the only one qualified to be his Teacher was indeed the True Martial Great Emperor, who sat beneath the plum tree, his expression easy and mild as he turned the pages of a book.

The book contained neither Daoist scriptures nor records of divine abilities.

It was a message from True Martial Manor. During the year he had spent traveling through the realms with Bodhi, every