"Wonderful, wonderful! It's the Battle of Lingxiao!"
"Too bad we can't see it!"
"You idiot! If we could see it, would any of us still be alive?"
In an instant, countless martial artists looked up at the sky, their faces alight with excitement. Yet no one found it strange. To them, it was only natural for the Lingxiao Heavenly Venerable to make a move.
There was a reason Huaixu's major Martial Dao sects reacted so strongly to the Immortal Fallen.
Since ancient times, the Immortal Fallen had been one of the greatest obstacles preventing Huaixu's martial artists from fully developing the Martial Dao.
To any martial artist with even a little inheritance, the fact that the Martial Dao originated from the Immortal Dao was self-evident and beyond doubt. So drawing inspiration for the Martial Dao from the Immortal Dao was only natural.
In theory, as a path derived from another, the Martial Dao should have enjoyed a golden age of rapid growth. It could have absorbed the essence of the Immortal Dao, recreated its many secret arts, and eventually forged a unique new path of its own, reaching the highest heights.
But the Immortal Fallen had almost entirely destroyed that golden age.
Any martial artist who tried to study Immortal Dao texts and delve deeply into its mysteries would gradually become an Immortal Fallen in the course of their research. The Huaixu Human Race possessed Spirit Roots, and those with sufficient talent and insight would have their Spirit Roots activate Spirit Opening of their own accord as soon as they began reading Immortal Dao scriptures, setting them on the Immortal Dao.
It was an innate instinct—and proof that the Huaixu Human Race had once proudly stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal Dao. Now, however, it had become a death