The sky was clear and bright, with Auspicious Colors swirling around and purple qi occasionally streaking across the Sky Curtain.
A Giant City stretches across the mountains, appearing magnificent and extraordinary from afar.
At this moment, in the Giant City, Jiang Ping strolled along the streets, feeling the local atmosphere.
Sulfuric acid!
The cries of swords echoed from afar, unheard by passersby, but clearly reaching his ears.
Jiang Ping looked up and saw a group of white-clad sword cultivators approaching on their swords.
These people were young and energetic, dressed in standard white robes, and came from the depths of Ziwei Mountain; they were clearly disciples of the holy land.
As they flew over the Giant City, Jiang Ping learned from the discussions of those around him that these talented young people were going on a training expedition to slay demons and monsters.
"Riding the wind on a sword, vanquishing demons across heaven and earth."
Someone spoke, their eyes filled with longing.
The Ziwei Sacred Land stretches across the vast expanse of Xuanhuang. From its initial splendor to the present day, the name of the sacred land has never been lost, demonstrating its profound heritage.
This is thanks to the two main branches of Ziwei, one of which is these sword cultivators who come from Ziwei Sword Peak.
"In the past, the Ziwei Sword Ancestor was invincible in an era, wielding ten thousand swords. He was a match few could match in his lifetime. How spirited and vigorous he was!"
Several young men carrying swords exclaimed in admiration. They were highly talented, comparable to 1.5 Pei Kongs, and had come here because of their reputation, hoping to become disciples of Ziwei Mountain to learn swordsmanship.
Jiang Ping was moved. He only knew the name of the Ziwei Sacred Land, but had never learned about it in depth.
Only now did I realize that this sacred land had produced two Dao Ancestors.
He walked forward, surrounded by mostly young people. These teenagers were talking about nothing but topics related to the Ziwei Sacred Mountain. When they were feeling heroic, they would mention the two great patriarchs, their tone full of imagination.
The city is teeming with geniuses, and there are countless individuals with aptitudes exceeding Pei Kong's. Some are from Visitor from Afar, while others were born and raised here. Their goal is the same: to join Ziwei Mountain and become disciples of this sacred land.
Jiang Ping immediately understood. The city was more lively than usual today because this was the time when the Holy Land was recruiting disciples, so geniuses from all walks of life were emerging.
He suddenly looked up and saw a commotion ahead. A boy was surrounded by people. The boy himself was very reserved and uneasy, and his eyes were full of honesty and obedience.
He soon learned that the eight-year-old boy had already begun practicing martial arts.
Even Jiang Ping was quite surprised.
It should be understood that most ordinary people embark on the path of Martial Dao after the age of sixteen. Even children from privileged families who are nurtured with medicinal baths and various spiritual substances from a young age are considered to have defied the heavens by starting a few years earlier.
The children in his family, even the earliest ones, only started practicing martial arts at the age of eleven, and were already showing extraordinary talent.
The beast-clad youth before them had never taken any medicinal baths or spiritual substances, yet he had become Martial Artist, and this had not affected his still-developing body.
"An absolute martial arts prodigy, with exceptional talent!"
An old man with white hair suddenly appeared. He touched the boy's Bone Reading and was immediately shocked. He then took out Communication Artifact to call for help.
Such innate geniuses must be taken in by the sacred mountain and guided by renowned masters.
Soon after, the True Saint's Qi Mechanism tore through the heavens, causing a dramatic change in the Celestial Phenomenon phenomena.
This matter is so shocking; Ziwei Mountain hasn't encountered such a prodigy in many years, and it has already alarmed the higher-ups of the sacred site.
Tianyou my Ziwei Mountain!
Several true saints Bone Reading in turn, and then burst into laughter.
In this glorious era, which sect doesn't want to overshadow Dao system? Now, Ziwei Mountain has produced another promising talent, seemingly born of Dao Ancestor. Even a true saint can't control his emotions.
Jiang Ping saw that three young men with auras stronger than Lei the Third were coming towards Mu Dao Light, which immediately made the place even more chaotic, and the street was completely blocked.
Many gifted young people couldn't contain their emotions and became extremely excited upon seeing these three.
He learned from the astonishment of the crowd that those people were all holy Saint Child of the Holy Land, truly outstanding Xuanhuang, each worthy of being remembered in history and leaving their mark on Xuanhuang's history.
"Xie Wen is exceptionally talented; in terms of innate abilities, he is no less gifted than Jiang Ping, who has been causing quite a stir in the South Heaven recently."
A young girl gazed at the handsome young man in white on the field, her eyes sparkling with infatuation.
Without a doubt, the three who have just appeared have increasingly grandiose titles, as if they were gods descending upon the world, destined to look down upon it in the future.
For example, Xie Wen, Peak True Saint in his early sixties, makes even the Young Supreme Li Buyu pale in comparison.
"That's Ren Ran!"
Upon hearing this name, Jiang Ping's heart stirred with emotion.
Vice Leader of the Wendaomeng!
"This woman is ten years older than Xie Wen, and her aptitude is also significantly higher than Jiang Ping's; she's almost at the level of the Samsara Female Monarch!"
The crowd discussed animatedly, their gazes fixed on the only woman among the three Unrivaled individuals.
She was dressed in a spotless palace dress, with snow-white skin and a graceful figure.
She has only been famous for a few decades, but she has already left a deep impression on the hearts of many talented young people, almost like a white moonlight.
Jiang Ping then looked at the last Saint Child. The other person was also highly regarded, and according to the locals, he was more talented than him.
"It seems I've truly become a unit of measurement, the gatekeeper for this level of genius?"
He muttered to himself.
"Our Ziwei Sacred Land is still the strongest! Other holy lands and dynasties each have only one level 1.5 prodigy like Jiang Ping, while we already have three, and there's a high probability a fourth will emerge in the future!"
A Prodigy Spirit Wanderer sigh drew a hostile look from Jiang Ping.
Do these locals in the Divine Continent really treat him like a doormat?
At this moment, the crowd was in an uproar, and the whole city was alarmed by the eight-year-old child.
Because, in terms of the start of their training, this simple-minded child was a year older than Ren Ran in terms of martial arts practice.
For this reason, the three Saint Child of Ziwei Mountain came and decided to take on disciples.
"This young man is well-suited to become a disciple of Senior Sister Ren; their innate talents are similar."
"This child loves swordsmanship and should be taught by Teacher Xie."
"I disagree, he should be admitted..."
The three Saint Child remained silent, maintaining a haughty demeanor; it was their followers who were engaged in the heated discussion.
Jiang Ping stared at one of his followers, a murderous intent gradually forming in his heart.
Yao Jiuzhou!
On his first day in Ziwei Giant City, he encountered one of the people he wanted to kill.
Jiang Ping pondered: Yao Jiuzhou was under the command of Vice Alliance Ren Ran. Did this mean that the woman who ordered Qingling to be coerced was this one?
Such an opportunity is unlikely to come again. If he were to kill the vice leader of the Dao Alliance, could he immediately resolve the Qingling crisis?
"No, the old woman beside Ren Ran possesses a High-Rank Dao Armament."
The Turtle Shell seemed to sense Jiang Ping's thoughts and couldn't help but offer a reminder.
Unlike the long-decayed Qingling Palace, the Ziwei Sacred Mountain has remained glorious to this day, with unfathomable depths. All of its High-Rank Dao Armament are intact. If Jiang Ping were to make a forceful move, he would inevitably suffer a crushing defeat.
"Senior, are you sure you can't stop that Dao weapon?"
Jiang Ping couldn't help but ask a question in return.
The Turtle Shell shook its head:
"No, Master Turtle isn't at his peak; he's less than half his original size. Helping you escape is fine, but if you try to force your way out, we might both end up here."
Jiang Ping immediately looked regretful.
The Turtle Shell added, "Ren Ran will be difficult for you to kill; she possesses a Mid-grade Dao Weapon."
As the future face of Ziwei, how could Ren Ran not have protective measures? She was guarding against Ziwei's enemies, such as Jiang Ping.
Jiang Ping fell silent for a moment; even if he had become Peerless True Saint, his strength was still insufficient.
If he were to step into the realm of Dao Monarch, even with High-Rank Dao Armament above him, perhaps he would have the confidence to kill Ren Ran on the spot?!
"Does Yao Jiuzhou possess any Supreme Artifact?"
"A low-level Dao weapon that is too Incompleteness."
Jiang Ping breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Come to think of it, Dao weapons are no ordinary objects; not everyone can possess them.
Compared to Ren Ran, he most wanted to kill Yao Jiuzhou and Li Buyu.
There will always be times when you have to walk alone at night.
Jiang Ping glanced one last time at Yao Jiuzhou, who was standing confidently in the crowd, then turned and left.
Having decided to stay here, Jiang Ping naturally intended to remain there permanently. He found a secluded Villa and then dispatched his Past Self Dharma Body to guard the entrance of Ziwei Mountain.
On that day, the controversy surrounding the Ziwei Sacred Land's acceptance of disciples swept across the entire Divine Continent, and other holy lands were quite uneasy upon hearing the news.
Rumors are circulating that the Xu Imperial Dynasty plans to hold its Martial Examination ahead of schedule, and other sacred sites such as Feixian Kaiyang also intend to recruit more disciples.
For several days in a row, the entire Divine Continent was in turmoil, with heated discussions from all sides, even affecting the other seven regions. Many geniuses did not hesitate to cross state borders to come and pay homage to the holy land.
Clearly, the Ziwei Sacred Land is currently too prosperous, already boasting three prodigies like Jiang Ping. If another one were to emerge, the other holy lands would be absolutely restless.
Therefore, Great Saint have taken action, hoping to produce another Unrivaled hero.
Jiang Ping remained unmoved. He strolled through the streets of Ziwei Giant City, admiring the night view and browsing the historical sites.
Although I'm here to kill, this city is renowned far and wide, and I should experience it properly.
The streets were bustling and brightly lit.
A remarkable tree grows by the roadside; it produces nine-petaled flowers that glow at night and emit a special fragrance.
Jiang Ping breathed in the fragrance, but when he saw this fragrance wafting into the bodies of the martial artists in the first six realms, he noticed that their eyes were calm and peaceful, with little violence, their bodies had a faint glow, and their strength was slowly increasing.
He was instantly moved. This tree was no ordinary tree; it could help martial artists in the earlier stages of cultivation improve their abilities and also had a calming effect.
True to its name as a sacred land, the low-cost martial arts practitioners who planted Divine Trees throughout the city, bringing blessings to the entire city, possessed extraordinary ambition.
As Jiang Ping walked along, he saw a group of young people eating ice cream. Still a child at heart, he shamelessly went up to buy some, only to be told that it was only sold to the Martial Saint.
It turns out that these are specially made pastries that are beneficial to the Martial Saint.
Jiang Ping only wanted to taste the flavor, so he told the stall owner that it was located in this area and revealed his Bone Age, which dispelled the stall owner's suspicions.
However, he was still called "uncle" by the young people next to him.
"Uncle is handsome, but it's a pity his cultivation level is a bit low," a young girl said with a smile.
Jiang Ping squatted on the sidewalk, eating and chatting with a group of teenagers, talking about everyday things and discussing the future.
"Uncle is gone, but I hope to hear of your Four Seas in the future."
After finishing his meal, Jiang Ping rushed to the next bustling area.
As time passed, he surveyed most of the city, experiencing a different kind of everyday life.
In the middle of the night, he went to a tavern, wanting to try the most famous local liquor, which was said to be only for true saints.
Jiang Ping spent a lot of money to get the chance to taste it. After a few sips, he was slightly drunk. He felt that the wine contained a terrifying power that was impacting his internal organs.
Beside him, an unknown True Saint who had also come to try the drink hadn't even finished half a bowl before he was completely drunk and collapsed on the table.
Jiang Ping shook his head, his body trembled slightly, and a Chaos Light shone through his limbs and bones. He instantly felt clear-headed, with only a refreshing feeling.
"This wine is good."
He exclaimed in admiration, "This wine is indeed something special; it can help you sleep."
Jiang Ping continued to gulp down the liquor, finishing three large bowls in one go. His eyes remained clear, only his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Although he appeared normal, the people around him were already astonished.
"Who is this River-Crossing Dragon? Xu Qing? Or Zhuo Qingfeng?"
Everyone was speechless.
It should be noted that the three Saint Child of the Holy Land have all come here to taste wine, but their alcohol tolerance is only so-so; they can probably drink about three bowls.
But the person in front of me seemed even more vigorous; after three bowls, he still had energy left.
"Again!"
Jiang Ping gestured to the shopkeeper to fill the wine glass to the brim.
The shopkeeper naturally couldn't refuse; this matter was of extraordinary significance. A formidable Visitor from Afar had come to taste the wine, which might break the records of the three Saint Child.
After downing the fourth bowl of wine, Jiang Ping remained as calm as ever.
However, the entire tavern was in an uproar, confirming that a dragon had descended upon this place.
"Could it be that he has concealed his true cultivation level and is already Dao Monarch who reigns supreme over the world?"
Someone spoke in a trembling voice, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Some even glared angrily, feeling that Dao Monarch had come to bully them and deliberately broken the records of the Saint Child.
The locals couldn't sit still. They didn't believe that at the true saint level, anyone could be more remarkable than the Saint Child, and they strongly demanded that the badge be verified... to confirm his identity.
The tavern owner, a powerful female ruler, stepped forward and immediately examined Jiang Ping's cultivation level. After a moment of stunned silence, she exclaimed, "Undoubtedly a True Saint!"
Although she sensed that Jiang Ping had concealed his fundamental method, the physical body could not lie; it had not undergone a great leap forward and did not possess the vast life force of Dao Monarch.
The scene instantly spiraled out of control, with gasps of surprise rising from all sides. They were eager to know Jiang Ping's background; how could such Prodigy be nameless, and with such an unfamiliar face, he must be someone they knew.
Ignoring the shocked gazes around him, Jiang Ping continued drinking his fifth bowl.
"This is the Sword Ancestor's record: a True Saint can drink five bowls of wine!"
Everyone swallowed hard. Could this person be even more outstanding than Ren Ran and Xie Wen, comparable to the Sword Ancestor?
"The Sword Ancestor actually drank here?"
Jiang Ping immediately sensed that this tavern had an extraordinary background, and then he felt a slight pang of regret:
"People today do not see the moon of ancient times, nor have they had the opportunity to drink with that ruler."
He seemed to be moved; if he practiced the <Time Sword Scripture> deeply, could he trace back time and return to the past?
He regained consciousness quickly.
The past is a fait accompli and cannot be changed.
Jiang Ping mentally rehearsed the scenario, then stopped. He felt that if he were to truly return to the past and make slight alterations, the entire future would cease to exist.
"Perhaps, at my current level, I am far from possessing such power, and far from being able to alter the past."
Time cannot be reversed...
Jiang Ping sighed and spoke naturally, his words sounding impressive to everyone present.
"With such talent, how could he possibly have any regrets?"
Some people have speculated about the meaning behind Jiang Ping's words.
"Probably not. He was like a god; how could he have any regrets? In his youth, he must have been full of ambition and high spirits, and his ideal woman probably already had several children with him."
"Perhaps he's practicing Daoist magic related to time."
"Time? He's Zhuo Qingfeng from the Flying Immortal Sacred Land?!"
After Jiang Ping finished his fifth bowl, he had only taken two sips of the sixth bowl when he staggered away laughing, feeling utterly overwhelmed by the sheer joy of being drunk.
Of course, he was faking it. The Sword Ancestor's record was already the Celestial Flower human achievement, and his slight advantage was enough.
Well, the main reason was that the Turtle Shell told him that a terrifying being had descended upon Ziwei Mountain.
Jiang Ping slipped away as soon as he left the tavern, but he still attracted many followers.
One of them was the tavern owner, a powerful matriarch.
With a whoosh, the Turtle Shell parted, and Jiang Ping vanished completely without a trace.
Jiang Ping returned to the quiet courtyard and sat down cross-legged. He had just been touched and felt that his Daoist skills could improve.
The next morning, when he opened his eyes, he found that the <Time Sword Scripture> had increased by three percentage points, and the <Yin Yang Sutra> had increased by four percentage points.
"This kind of epiphany is rare and hard to come by, but it's not bad either; it can shorten the progress by a few years."
Jiang Ping smiled, then he activated the two methods, absorbing and exhaling the Origin Rules, intending to blend these gains into his Chaos Body.
With a bang, unsurprisingly, it exploded, crackling and popping.
Jiang Ping then endured bloodshed and peril, but the outcome was positive. The construction of the Chaos Body improved, and the Light of Primordial Beginning grew significantly stronger.