This was the power that transcended all limits!
Chen Yan clenched his fist as the rank of his Will Path began devouring the shattered aura of the Ancient God.
The withered years fell away from his face. His brow ridge was sharply carved, and his eyes gleamed gold-red, like a molten sun and a cold star.
His black robe stirred without a breeze. As its sleeves billowed, dark Secret Script flickered in and out of view.
At that moment.
An uncanny sensation rose in Chen Yan's heart.
It was as if he were the rules themselves, the master of all things.
He grasped the void with one hand and lightly swept his fist through the air. The barrier between the Evil Realm and the outside world split like silk.
A scene from the outside world appeared before him.
Countless tiny Secret Script characters drifted around Chen Yan.
With each step he took, Secret Script condensed beneath his feet into stairs. Every step opened lotus-shaped marks in the void.
Within the gray-mist world created by [Return to One].
Chen Yan's seat dropped again.
Fifth Seat!
Tenth Seat!
Twentieth Seat!
The Ancient God's rank could no longer hold back Chen Yan's advance.
As Chen Yan drew closer and closer to the White Mist world,
the endless rules of Martial Dao imprinted themselves ever more deeply in his mind.
Gradually, that uncanny sensation grew clearer.
It was as if—
as if Chen Yan were the rules themselves, the truth, the Great Dao!
Only now had he truly become the Lord of True Martial!
He was the rules of True Martial Martial Dao. All the essence of the Dao flowed outward, dispersing around him as its center.
The next moment.
Outside.
Jin Prefecture.
In a prosperous courtyard.
Old vines covered the white walls, and