The Story's Finale, the Legend's Beginning

After that grand, magnificent, unparalleled battle.

The legend of the True Martial Great Dao Lord vanished from the Celestial Realm. The vast True Martial Manor stood empty, but was never dismantled. No one dared say a word before the Great Celestial Venerable Jade Emperor about how True Martial was gone, and perhaps the manor should be abolished as well.

Perhaps in the future, when the enormous serpent returned from its cultivation in Xuan Ming of the North Sea, it would take over True Martial's duties. But that would be just like Laojun.

Zhentian Great Emperor Lord and True Martial.

Supreme Lord Laojun and Taishang.

Though their titles resembled one another, in the hearts of the Immortals and Gods, they had ultimately come to carry different weight.

Time passed and the world changed. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred years went by. Zhentian Great Emperor Lord gradually became a legend, and the legend slowly faded from view, no longer often spoken of.

Neither humans nor immortals and gods were beings who remained trapped in the past. They all looked ahead.

Yang Jian's name resounded throughout the Celestial Realm, while Shakyamuni Buddha replaced Amitabha Buddha as the Buddha Lord among the Five Elders.

In the vast Six Realms, the winds rose and clouds gathered; there were always endless stories to tell and legends to recount. But the mortal world paid no heed to the stories in the heavens. Wooden statues of True Martial Great Emperor were still popular among the people, and those who had truly witnessed the battle more than two thousand years ago had now become the venerable elders and masters of their respective schools.

They certainly would not tell anyone else about it.

Yet in the mortal world, wherever cooking smoke curled into the sky, legends