The End of Dharma Grandmaster devoted himself to cultivation. Whoever stood in his way, he killed!
It was the fifteenth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon was a silver disk.
The pristine moonlight fell over the mountains and forests, illuminating the thick snow until it seemed to glow with a rosy haze, giving the scene an almost unreal quality.
The Northern Kingdom's scenery was blanketed in snow for thousands of miles.
This was the snowy wilderness on China's northeastern border, a place with long winters and average temperatures that stayed between twenty and forty degrees below zero for much of the year.
In such a frigid, desolate wasteland, no one ever set foot.
And yet, voices rang out from deep within the snowfield...
The view drew closer. What appeared was astonishing.
A group of eleven was racing across the snowy wilderness, moving as fast as small cars on a highway. Their steps looked like the light-footed leaps of martial arts heroes in television dramas: they skimmed over the snow without sinking in, leaving behind only faint tracks.
Some even crossed the snow without leaving a trace, displaying a skill that seemed almost supernatural.
Several members of the group wore only thin undershirts, enduring the extreme cold through sheer human will. Not one of them showed the slightest discomfort!
"Haha, we're almost out of the country!"
"Once we wrap up this deal, we can spend the rest of our lives living it up!"
"All those Victoria's Secret models and beauty queens—I'm going to try every last one of them and find out whether they're salty or bland, heh!"
"No need to go to all that trouble. They're all salty."
"Haha!"
"Quit your damn yapping! We haven't crossed the border yet. China will have sent people after us for sure. This is a national treasure. Even after we leave the country, we might not be safe!" The pockmarked old man at the front had a sinister look. As soon as he spoke, the group fell silent again.
"Sixth Master, is this book really as miraculous as the legends say? Can it reveal the future?"
The pockmarked old man replied, "Why worry about all that? Fifty billion dollars. At that price, you can sell anything."
Another man in the group laughed. "Bullshit about seeing the future. We've looked at it plenty of times. It's just a blank book, though the material's a little unusual. Rich foreigners have more money than they know what to do with~"
If anyone from the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World had been there, they would have recognized the group.
The pockmarked old man, Sixth Master.
Ghost Blade Feng Yushan.
Blood Heart Hand Tang Bei.
Every one of them was a notorious villain in the underworld, and all were formidable fighters. Even the weakest could take on an elite special forces team equipped with the latest weapons.
Suddenly, the pockmarked old man's eyes narrowed, and his speeding figure came to an abrupt halt.
The other ten stopped with him. Everyone's gaze fixed on a young man strolling toward them from the depths of the snow.
This scene made it clear he was no ordinary person. He must have been a martial arts cultivator, since there was no way he could withstand the cold in nothing but a hoodie and stroll along so casually.
"Kill him!"
"Kid, tough luck. You saw something you shouldn't have!"
Everyone there was the sort to kill without a second thought. If someone had spotted them, they had to silence him.
"Wait, he..."
As Ghost Blade Feng Yushan charged forward with his blade, Sixth Master reflexively raised a hand to stop him. The young man's face seemed familiar, and an inexplicable sense of dread had come over him.
Under Feng Yushan's Ghost Shadow Steps, he crossed the several-hundred-meter distance in the blink of an eye.
Closing in, he grinned viciously and drew his blade.
He was hailed as the fastest blade in the land, and he was absolutely certain he could kill this young man with a single strike.
"It's him, Yuan Tianzong!"
"Yushan, retreat!"
Too late.
A head flew into the air, trailing a spray of steaming crimson blood that splashed a vivid red across the monotonous white snow.
The underworld's fastest blade, a man who had spent decades making his name, had been decapitated before anyone could even see what happened. His body crumpled stiffly onto the snow.
"Run! Run! Get out of here! He's Yuan Tianzong!"
The sheer terror on Sixth Master's fierce, domineering face stunned the others. Was this really the same madman who had ruled the underworld for sixty years?
Yuan Tianzong?
Who was that?
They'd never heard of him!
Was he really that terrifying?
Everyone there was smart enough to read the room.
Although they had never heard the name Yuan Tianzong, seeing Sixth Master so terrified was enough. They turned and fled without a word, and naturally, the others ran with them.
Sixth Master looked back, his soul nearly leaving his body.
A young face was already right before him. He couldn't understand how Yuan Tianzong had crossed the distance in an instant!
All around them, the others lay motionless in the snow, not one of them breathing.
The so-called fearsome figures of the underworld were no different from ants in his hands. He crushed them with ease.
"Yuan Tianzong! You want the Tui Bei Tu, right? Take it, take it... I—"
A large hand clamped around Sixth Master's neck.
Crack.
With a sharp snap, Sixth Master's neck bent at a right angle, resting flat against his left shoulder. His trembling eyes revealed how reluctant he was to leave this world.
In his final moments, he watched Yuan Tianzong take the Tui Bei Tu from the bag inside his clothes, turn, and disappear into the depths of the snow. He hadn't said a single word the whole time, as silent as the snowy wilderness—and he had long since been forgotten by the world.
"Yuan Tianzong... he's still alive. He looks exactly as he did when I saw him at twelve. His cultivation..."
Sixth Master's eyes sank into darkness.
The final image that surfaced in his mind was from when he was twelve, following his grandfather to Dragon Tiger Pool to attend the Dragon Tiger Convention held once every ten years.
He remembered how, at that gathering that determined the distribution of martial arts resources for the next decade, a young man had appeared out of nowhere and crushed every contender, never needing more than three exchanges. He had shocked the entire Dragon Country's Martial Arts World.
Standing atop the shoulders of countless old monsters, bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, the young man had seemed unreal, like a visitor from beyond the heavens...
Sixth Master had never forgotten that scene.
He was utterly astonished.
Yuan Tianzong's face was exactly the same as it had been that year.
He didn't believe in immortality.
The only explanation was that Yuan Tianzong's cultivation had broken through to the legendary Grandmaster realm. The passage of sixty years had failed to leave even the slightest mark on him.
"No... perhaps he was already a Grandmaster that year..."
As the horrifying thought crossed his mind, Sixth Master's consciousness sank into eternal darkness. He fell onto the untouched snowfield.
Before dawn, the piercingly cold wind cut across the land like blades, again and again, as though it meant to turn the whole region into a place where no living person could survive.
The howls of snow wolves echoed through the blizzard as they hunted for food.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, a pack of snow wolves found a human, but never dared approach or bare their fangs at him—even though some of the pack might starve to death that very night.
Not long after, Yuan Tianzong entered an abandoned snow hut. He used some of the wood stacked inside to light a fire, then took out the blank heavenly book and examined it closely.
"Spirit..."
An indescribable energy stirred around Yuan Tianzong, making the flames dance wildly.
As a mysterious radiance appeared between his brows, the blank heavenly book before him finally changed.
One mysterious character after another appeared, lifting off the pages.
Seated among the countless characters, Yuan Tianzong gradually came to understand.
At a certain moment, he suddenly threw back his head and laughed.
"So that's how it is. So that's how it is..."
"Seeing the future? It was all a lie."
"It's merely a recorder, recording a timeline that repeats over and over. Hahaha!"
"In the next era, it will exist!"
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