Martial Golden Sword

As he spoke, Wu Kong rose to his full height. Every movement he made embodied the true essence of martial arts; his every gesture articulated the divine charm of the path. He threw a punch—simple, plain, and devoid of any complex variation—yet it carried a great resolve and immense perseverance, as if it could subdue all the suffering in the world.

With that single strike, he sought to bring happiness and peace to the human realm. This was a fist technique of Great Perfection, a fist technique of Great Salvation.

Lin Huang's eyes brightened. He sat up straight, watching this punch from Wu Kong, and nodded repeatedly. "Legend says the Martial God attained divinity through martial arts, remaining undefeated throughout the world, a deity who governs all martial paths. But I never expected the true martial path of the Martial God to be the cessation of conflict. He created martial arts not to compete for supremacy, but to end war. Good, good, good. With such great perseverance and resolve, he sought to ferry all living beings across the sea of suffering and subdue all tribulations. No wonder he could become a god."

Lin Huang sighed with genuine admiration. This Martial God had attained his divine throne by walking the Earthly Path, sowing the seeds of martial arts so that everyone could practice, train, and possess the power to change their fate, thereby calming all strife.

However, after a moment of reflection, Lin Huang sighed again. He stood up, his expression blank, and threw a punch. It was earth, yet it was wind; it was wind, yet it was fire; it was fire, yet it was water.

With this strike, Lin Huang's Six Paths Divine Fist achieved another breakthrough. He fused the four fists of earth, water, fire, and wind into one. A single strike surged with the power of the four elements, carrying the primordial strength of the world—a grand, righteous path that no one could break.

Forcing Wu Kong back with a single blow, Lin Huang's expression remained unchanged. Ignoring the ugly look on Wu Kong's face, he said indifferently, "All troubles stem from the desire to stand out. The Martial God's original intent was noble, but it is a pity that few who practice martial arts understand that 'martial' is meant to end conflict."

"You do not understand."

With a long sigh, Lin Huang's tone was filled with compassion and a faint sense of melancholy. This sigh was for the Martial God. The Martial God had attained divinity by ending conflict, yet his descendants had turned 'ending conflict' into 'martial' itself, using the path to compete for dominance. How tragic that was.

And how many deities in this world had started with noble intentions, seeking to use their own path, their own great perseverance and resolve, to resolve human strife, subdue all suffering, and leave behind a world of happiness and peace? Yet, they were misinterpreted by later generations, twisted into techniques for fighting and winning.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang felt even more sorrowful. He felt that even if he were to become a god, if his own divine path were misinterpreted by his descendants, he would surely rain down his wrath and burn the world to ashes.

Moved by these thoughts, Lin Huang's fist technique became even more surging and vast. Every strike carried immense power and his own heartfelt wish.

"When I attain divinity, I want all sentient beings to understand my intent."

"When I attain divinity, I want all the brilliant gods in the heavens to understand my heart."

"This path cannot be defied!"

"This path cannot be reversed!"

As he uttered these four sentences, Lin Huang threw four punches. These strikes were vast and ethereal, as if they had descended from the Nine Heavens and risen from the Nine Netherworlds—brilliant as the great sun, yet subtle as a glimmer of light.

With each strike, Wu Kong retreated a step. After four consecutive punches, Wu Kong had retreated four steps.

With a thunderous boom, the Sacred War Chariot, which had been passed down for ten thousand years, was blasted to pieces.

Wu Kong was terrified and struck with disbelief. He spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, "My God descends, blessing the martial path, delivering all from suffering, subduing all beings, end conflict! End conflict!"

With a loud shout, divine light surged above Wu Kong's head, and a seven-foot Martial Golden Sword appeared.

One side was engraved with all living beings, the other with the sun, moon, and stars. It was a grand, righteous path; the moment it appeared, it instantly calmed the earth, water, fire, wind, yin, and yang, suppressing everything. In an instant, within a hundred miles, all sentient beings seemed to have turned into creatures trapped in amber.

A sound like a great bell echoed, "End conflict, end conflict."

Tunbao was terrified. She jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and exclaimed, "The Martial Golden Sword! It's actually the Martial Golden Sword!"

Her scream came to an abrupt halt. Tunbao was frozen like a fly in amber, her claws outstretched, her comical face revealing her deep shock.

"Haha!" Wu Kong laughed wildly. Once the Martial Golden Sword was unsheathed, it suppressed everything. Within a hundred miles, all sentient beings were suppressed and frozen, unable to move.

This was the supreme sacred treasure left behind by the Martial God, an object of enlightenment, enough to suppress and kill anything.

Sneering as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wu Kong walked toward Lin Huang step by step, the seven-foot Martial Golden Sword hovering above his head. "Damn you. You actually made me bleed."

"No one has ever dared to make me bleed. Not even a saint. And you, you actually made me bleed."

Lin Huang remained expressionless. Though his body was suppressed by the Martial Golden Sword, he did not even look at the ferocious Wu Kong approaching him; he was merely carefully contemplating the profound mysteries within the sword.

This was the object of the Martial God's enlightenment, inscribed with all his divine paths. Seeing it today, Lin Huang gained a great deal.

In Lin Huang's perception, this Martial Golden Sword manifested the true essence of all martial arts. It was not the martial arts themselves that allowed it to suppress everything, but that initial, innocent heart of the martial practitioner—that original wish to change one's fate.

The wishes of all races in the Myriad Worlds to change their fate through martial arts, when gathered together, gave the Martial Golden Sword the power to suppress everything. To resist it was to resist the collective wishes of all sentient beings in the Myriad Worlds.

When such wishes were gathered, even a god would be suppressed, not daring to defy the will of the masses, let alone a saint. Thus, even Lin Huang was suppressed under the Martial Golden Sword.

This was Wu Kong's reliance, a reliance sufficient to contend with a Great Saint.

Compared to Wu Kong's Martial Golden Sword, the Blood Droplet of Xue Linglong, who was also a Descendant of Divine Blood, seemed somewhat petty. But this was normal; there were levels even among gods.

At the very least, Lin Huang knew that the Martial God's divine throne was far higher than that of the Blood God, ranking just below a few supreme God Lords; among the gods, he was an incomparably powerful deity.

"I will kill you. I will let you know that the majesty of the Martial God cannot be profaned. My majesty cannot be profaned."

Wu Kong walked to Lin Huang step by step. His pace was slow; he wanted to see despair in Lin Huang's eyes.

Unfortunately, he saw nothing. Lin Huang simply sighed deeply, and to Wu Kong's horror, he spoke slowly, "Born at the wrong time, to have never met the Martial God—truly a tragedy."

After saying this, Lin Huang looked at Wu Kong, his expression blank. "With no heroes in the age, the unworthy have made a name for themselves! How sad! How sad!"

With three sighs, Lin Huang suddenly let out a roar that shattered the mountains and rivers.

Wu Kong screamed as he was shaken into a mass of writhing flesh and blood by Lin Huang's roar. Whatever martial techniques or divine body-protection he had were rendered useless, all shattered under Lin Huang's roar. He was only barely kept alive by the Martial Golden Sword, which preserved a sliver of his life.

Lin Huang flicked his finger, devoid of any worldly aura, and struck the Martial Golden Sword above Wu Kong's head. It seemed casual, yet it severed the connection between the sword and Wu Kong's bloodline.

The Martial Golden Sword emitted a clear, resonant sound, as if in joy or relief. Its divine light surged, and it was about to fall into Lin Huang's hand.

Lin Huang waved his hand. "That is his path, not mine."

As the words fell, the divine light of the Martial Golden Sword flared brilliantly. Countless figures leaped into the air, practicing martial arts—devoid of any impurities, devoid of any divine charm. They were crude and simple, yet their hearts were pure. It was the original, innocent path of all sentient beings who practiced martial arts, yearning to change their fate.

Billions of figures practiced, weaving together into law and path, falling into Lin Huang's body. Then, the Martial Golden Sword flashed with light and vanished without a trace.

Lin Huang stood with his hands behind his back and sighed. Without even looking at Wu Kong, who lay on the ground, severely wounded and clinging to life, he took a step and returned to his seat. He closed his eyes, carefully contemplating the impact the Martial Golden Sword had left upon him.

Tunbao cast a fearful glance at Lin Huang, feeling that he had become increasingly unfathomable and ethereal, as if he could ascend to godhood at any moment.

Suppressing the faint dread in her heart, Tunbao rolled her eyes, walked up to Wu Kong, and let out a cold, cackling laugh. She grabbed a chain, looped it around Wu Kong's neck, and jeered, "Heh heh! Divine blood?! A descendant of the Martial God?! Give your mistress a smile. Heh heh heh!"

Tunbao laughed with immense delight, looking like a little fox that had just stolen a hen. She dragged Wu Kong before Lin Huang like a dead dog and fawned, "Lin Huang, Lin Huang. I want to report a secret: Xue Linglong and the others are planning to ambush you. In exchange for my turning over a new leaf, why don't you reward him to me? I have yet to taste the flavor of divine blood."

Lin Huang slowly opened his eyes and flicked a finger, turning the chain around Wu Kong's neck into a collar. Tunbao was left deeply disappointed and resentful, realizing that Wu Kong had also become a slave to Lin Huang, tasked with hunting for sacrifices.

"It matters not. I require a vast number of sacrifices; the more people they bring, the better."

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