Martial Venerable Ranking

In the blink of an eye, the Martial Dao Golden Ranking vanished from the sky.

On the ground, Tian'ai Mountain had disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a desolate, cratered wasteland.

Everyone felt as if they had woken in another world, as though they had just dreamed it all.

As they watched Long Zixuan's retreating figure, every last one of them fell to their knees.

"Greetings... Martial Venerable!"

"Greetings, Martial Venerable!"

"Greetings, Martial Venerable!"

Everyone was crying out now, no matter who they were.

Their reverence came from the heart.

They all understood now: this was a peerless powerhouse of an age long past.

He had come from the Pre-White Mist Era.

Reborn into this world!

"Martial Venerable... I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Yu Qianwu knelt on the ground, his face trembling, utterly humble.

"How could this happen... How could he be the Martial Venerable..."

Mo Mingzhu's face was filled with terror and regret!

Heavens...

Wu Xiaokun had actually been able to follow the Martial Venerable?

What an honor!

And she had actually let Wu Xiaokun slip through her fingers...

If she hadn't broken off their engagement back then, if she hadn't made the wrong choice and had married Wu Xiaokun, then she too could have basked in the Martial Venerable's favor.

She regretted it so deeply that her guts turned green.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Long Zixuan stood silently for a long while before finally walking over.

He picked up the broken piece of stone.

—The little stone that had listened to the Dao outside his thatched cottage all those years ago had been a round boulder the size of a human head.

The little stone here was only a clone, so it was no bigger than a fist. It must have been broken off from that