He Is Yuan Tianzong!!!

End of Dharma Grandmaster, devoted to cultivation. Those who block me, die!

The fifteenth of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon like a silver plate.

The bright moonlight spilled over the mountains and forests, reflecting off the surrounding white snow as if it had a layer of rosy light, giving it a sense of unreality.

Northern landscape, ten thousand miles of drifting snow.

This is the snowfield on the northeastern border of Dragon Country, with its long winters and average temperatures often between minus twenty and forty degrees Celsius.

Such a cold, desolate snowfield, devoid of human traces.

Yet, human voices could be heard from deep within the snowfield...

The view zoomed in, astonishing.

A team of eleven people was seen speeding across the snowfield, their speed comparable to small cars on a highway. Their movements seemed like the qinggong from wuxia TV dramas, treading on snow without sinking, leaving only shallow footprints.

Some even left no trace on the snow, a divine skill.

Several people in the team were wearing thin vests, enduring the extreme cold with their mortal strength, showing no discomfort at all!

"Haha, we'll be out of the country soon!"

"After this job, we can live a life of debauchery for the rest of our lives!"

"What kind of Victoria's Secret models, beauty pageant winners, I'm gonna try them all, see if they're salty or bland, hehe~"

"No need to bother, they're all salty."

"Haha!"

"Shut the hell up, we're not out of the country yet. Dragon Country will definitely send people to hunt us down. This is a national treasure, and we might not be safe even after we leave!" The scarred old man leading the group had a sinister expression. His voice immediately silenced the team.

"Sixth Master, is this book really as mystical as the legends say, able to know future events?"

Scarred old man: "Why ask so much? Fifty billion US dollars, that's enough to buy anything."

Another person in the team laughed: "Bullshit about knowing the future. We've read it countless times before, it's just a blank book, only the materials are a bit special. Rich foreigners have too much money and nowhere to spend it~"

If anyone from the Dragon Country martial arts world were present at this moment, they would surely recognize the identities of these people.

Scarred Sixth Master.

Ghost Blade Feng Yushan.

Blood Heart Hand Tang Bei.

All were notorious evil path fanatics, and their cultivation was not low. The weakest among them could take on a special forces team equipped with the latest weapons single-handedly.

Suddenly, the scarred old man's eyes narrowed, and his rapid movement abruptly stopped.

The team of eleven halted, all eyes falling on the young man walking leisurely from the depths of the white snow not far away.

This scene was by no means ordinary. He should also be a martial arts practitioner, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to withstand the external cold in just a hoodie, walking as if strolling in a garden.

"Kill him!"

"Kid, you're unlucky to have seen what you shouldn't have!"

Everyone present was a 'beef-hater' who killed like drinking water. Moreover, since they had been seen, they would definitely silence him.

"Wait a moment, he..."

As Ghost Blade Feng Yushan drew his blade to attack, the scarred old man instinctively raised his hand to stop him, feeling that the young man's face was somewhat familiar, an inexplicable sense of dread arising without reason.

Hundreds of meters were covered in the blink of an eye by Feng Yushan's Ghost Shadow Steps.

As he got closer, he grinned and drew his blade.

Known as the fastest blade, he was absolutely confident in killing this young man with one strike.

"It's him, Yuan Tianzong!"

"Yushan, retreat quickly!"

Too late.

A head flew off, carrying hot, scarlet blood, painting a vibrant red on the monotonous white snow world.

The fastest blade of the evil path, who had been active for decades, was thus decapitated without anyone seeing what had happened, falling straight onto the white snow.

"Go! Go! Hurry and go! He's Yuan Tianzong!"

The fierce and formidable scarred Sixth Master's terror at this moment surprised his companions. Was this still the evil path lunatic who had wreaked havoc for sixty years?

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Yuan Tianzong?

Who is he?

Never heard of him!

Is he that scary?

No one present was an idiot.

Although they had never heard the name 'Yuan Tianzong', seeing the scarred Sixth Master so terrified and turning to flee without a word, they naturally wouldn't hesitate and followed suit.

The pockmarked Sixth Master turned his head back, utterly terrified.

A young face was now inches away; he couldn't comprehend how the man had crossed the distance in an instant!

Snow swirled around. Figures lay on the ground, lifeless.

The so-called dangerous men of the underworld were no different from ants in his hands, crushed with ease.

"Yuan Tianzong! You want the Tui Bei Tu, right? Take it, take it... I..."

A large hand instantly clamped around the pockmarked Sixth Master's neck.

Crack.

A crisp sound, and Sixth Master's neck snapped to a ninety-degree angle, lying flat on his left shoulder. His trembling eyes spoke of his lingering attachment to this world.

Before dying, he watched Yuan Tianzong take the Tui Bei Tu from a bag at his side, then turn and disappear into the depths of the snow. The entire process was silent, as still and forgotten as the snowfield itself.

"Yuan Tianzong, he's still alive. Just like when I saw him at twelve years old. His cultivation..."

The pockmarked Sixth Master's eyes went completely dark.

The last image that surfaced in his mind was from when he was twelve, accompanying his grandfather to 'Dragon Tiger Pool' for the Dragon Tiger Convention held once every ten years.

He remembered that convention, which had determined all martial arts resources for the next decade. A young man had appeared out of nowhere, defeating all sorts of heroes, none of whom lasted more than three rounds. He had shocked the entire Dragon Country martial arts world.

He stood on the shoulders of countless veteran powerhouses, bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, unreal, like a visitor from another world...

The pockmarked Sixth Master could never forget that scene.

He was incredibly astonished.

Because Yuan Tianzong's face looked exactly the same as it did that year.

He didn't believe in immortality.

The only explanation was that the opponent's cultivation had broken through to the legendary Grandmaster realm. The sixty-year cycle of wind and rain couldn't have left the slightest trace on him.

"No, perhaps he was already a Grandmaster that year..."

As this shocking thought flashed through his mind, the pockmarked Sixth Master's consciousness plunged into eternal darkness, falling onto the untouched snowfield.

On the eve of dawn, the biting cold wind scraped across the land like knives, as if trying to turn the region into a forbidden zone for the living.

Wolf howls echoed through the wind and snow as they searched for food.

However, astonishingly, a pack of snow wolves discovered a human but dared not approach, baring their fangs. Even if some wolves in the pack might starve that night.

A short while later, Yuan Tianzong entered a dilapidated snow hut. After lighting a fire with the meager firewood piled inside, he took out the untitled heavenly book and began to examine it carefully.

"Spirit..."

An ineffable energy swirled around Yuan Tianzong, causing the flames to flicker intensely.

As a mysterious light appeared between his brows, the untitled heavenly book before him finally changed.

One by one, profound characters appeared, detaching from the pages.

Yuan Tianzong, seated amidst countless profound characters, gradually gained a sliver of understanding.

At a certain moment, he suddenly let out a great laugh.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

"This 'seeing the future' stuff is all fake."

"It's just a recorder, recording a constantly repeating timeline, haha!"

"In the next era, it will exist!"