Wang Chongyang pays his respects to the patriarch

The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms is the number one palm technique in the world.

When Ye Zhuo unleashed his power, it was even more astonishing.

His enemy was Guo Jing, a true master of the Quanzhen School of martial arts, who had accumulated profound knowledge and skills before unleashing his Quanzhen Sect potential!

Perhaps it was a twist of fate, Ye Zhuo's palm technique, which should have been Guo Jing's proud martial art, has now become Ye Zhuo's move.

With a single palm strike, a colossal dragon, ten thousand feet long, appeared in the sky, covering the entire Mount Zhongnan and blotting out the sun.

Even with his extraordinary talent, Guo Jing was still shaken by what he saw.

He had thought he could reach the level of Martial Arts Grandmaster within ten years.

They believed that the Martial Arts Myth was the highest realm that the world dared not believe.

However, Wang Chongyang said this when he was teaching him the Nine Yin Manual.

Those legendary Upper Three Realms actually exist.

Now, Guo Jing, as Peak Expert, possesses sword energy capable of killing anyone within a hundred meters, even if the target is thirty zhang away.

Ye Zhuo, however, was able to unleash a phantom image of a ten-thousand-foot-long dragon with a single palm strike; this demonstrated the vast difference in their strength.

Guo Jing tried his best to break through a dragon scale with his sword, but in the end, he was unsuccessful.

He could only watch helplessly as Ye Zhuo behind him.

One was Mu Nianci, his former sister, and the other was Huang Rong, someone he could never forget after just one glance.

No one understands better than Guo Jing how terrifying it is to be ahead of someone in everything.

If it weren't for Ye Zhuo, he might have experienced a completely different life.

How wonderful that would be!

The woman standing behind Ye Zhuo is perhaps just as beautiful and charming as she was back then, and will never grow old again.

That was a real fairy.

Guo Jing smiled, unleashing all his life's worth of martial arts skills at this moment.

"Senior, please allow me to die!"

Guo Jing closed his eyes.

This moment.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

He seemed to be transported back to that summer in an instant.

Yang Kang, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing lay on a haystack, dreaming about the future.

What kind of person will I become in the future?

At that moment, Guo Jing understood that the world of martial arts was vast, and one's fate was beyond one's control.

Why bother?

Ye Zhuo tossed a copy of the Northern Mysterious Divine Skill and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to Guo Jing.

"Practice diligently. You are a martial arts prodigy, and one day you will become Grandmaster."

"Senior, I harbor hatred in my heart, and my inner demons may make it difficult for me to muster the will to fight."

Inner demons?

Upon hearing Guo Jing's words, Ye Zhuo his finger, sending a grain of sand flying in front of Guo Jing.

"A grain of sand contains a world, why bother?"

In this world, Guo Jing's mind encountered Huang Rong, and he had also learned martial arts before that.

That was the original story from the Shooting the Condors Era, a tale of love and hate, culminating in his death on the battlefield, leaving this world with Huang Rong.

I woke up from a dream.

Guo Jing stared blankly at Ye Zhuo.

"Senior, what should I do with my life?"

Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. Guo Jing hadn't come to terms with it; he had simply realized that anything was possible.

He was simply too weak.

"I don't know, I came here to take someone away."

"Um?"

Guo Jing looked at Ye Zhuo, and following his gaze, he was surprised to see it was Ye Zhuo's daughter, Guo Fu.

"Is that really true, senior?"

Guo Jing was about to say, "We must not die!"

Ye Zhuo was standing in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Having completed their mission of visiting Guo Jing at the Quanzhen Sect's Chongyang Palace, the next step is to take Guo Fu away and accept her as a disciple of the Demon Cult.

"You!"

Guo Fu was eccentric, but she no longer dared to be presumptuous in front of Ye Zhuo.

"Come with me."

Ye Zhuo easily swept his palm across Guo Fu, and she fainted.

Carry it on your shoulder like a rabbit.

In the blink of an eye, he walked back past Guo Jing.

"Only by becoming strong enough can you protect what you love."

Ye Zhuo brushed past Guo Jing, leaving behind only one sentence.

"Guo Jing, I'm doing very well."

On the eve of parting.

Mu Nianci spoke, and her voice was unforgettable, even centuries later.

Guo Jing was stunned for a moment, then finally picked up the Northern Mysterious Divine Skill and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

Is it not powerful enough?

Therefore, they are unable to protect those they love.

Then become strong enough, and then go find your predecessors!

As someone who guards a region, Guo Jing naturally needs to become stronger.

Boom!

"Who dares to be so insolent in my Chongyang Palace!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the heavens and earth.

A loud shout rang out from behind the Chongyang Palace.

A black-haired Daoist priest stood in mid-air, his gaze striking all who passed by with terror.

"Master has regained his youth; could it be that he has achieved immortality through Martial Longevity!"

Qiu Chuji was extremely surprised.

He saw that Wang Chongyang had emerged from seclusion looking like a young man, and he felt that this was already the realm of Eternal Youth.

After all, everyone thought Wang Chongyang was Martial Arts Grandmaster, but they didn't know that he had already entered the realm of Martial Arts Myth many years ago, and his appearance has remained at its peak, like that of a young man.

Only now, having embarked on the Martial Longevity, do I possess the bearing of a youth.

"That's great! Even if Guo Jing and his Qiu Chuji uncle Qiu Chuji are not strong enough, as long as the patriarch takes action, they can still defeat this demon!"

"That's natural. Martial Arts Myth are already a realm we dare not believe, and the idea of Martial Longevity is even more unthinkable."

"Hahaha, we will surely win!"

Ye Zhuo also stood in mid-air, looking as if he Return to Simplicity, completely lacking the domineering nature of Wang Chongyang.

Perhaps because he had just been promoted, the already low-key Wang Chongyang quickly regained his composure.

Upon arriving at the Chongyang Palace, eager gazes turned to Ye Zhuo and Wang Chongyang.

We eagerly await an epic battle to restore the glory of the Chongyang Palace.

Wang Chongyang also looked at Ye Zhuo.

His gaze, which had been extremely sharp, dimmed rapidly upon seeing Ye Zhuo, only to be replaced by surprise once more.

Long time no see~

It was Ye Zhuo who spoke first, breaking the awkward silence.

"Senior! Ancestor!"

Wang Chongyang gazed at Ye Zhuo, still thinking of her since their parting on Peach Blossom Island.

"Wang Chongyang pays respects to the Ancestor!"

Greetings?

The Martial Dao Longevity Art was once circulated, but in the end it was considered to be an ethereal and elusive technique that could not be practiced by ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, it was regarded as a treasure by Peak Expert.

The even more advanced Martial Arts Golden Core Formula is possessed only by a select few.

Not to mention that the world has long forgotten Ye Zhuo.

Even the Five Greats thought Ye Zhuo was only at the Martial Arts Golden Core Realm, or even possibly only at the Martial Arts Longevity Realm.

After all, Eternal Youth is the ultimate goal that countless people aspire to, a power of vital energy that transcends the mundane.

Just how strong is Ye Zhuo?

When Wang Chongyang saw Ye Zhuo and the towering dragon suspended in mid-air, he understood everything.

He can now make rivers rise into the air, but he cannot make the East Blue ascend to the Nine Heavens.

That would require at least the Martial Arts Golden Core Realm.

Anyway.

In Wang Chongyang's eyes, Ye Zhuo was not only his mentor but also a peak on the path of martial arts.

He entered the Martial Dao Longevity Realm and then met Ye Zhuo, which confirmed that the Martial Dao Golden Core Realm truly existed.

I won't let myself fall into confusion.

He's just happy.

However, no one in the Chongyang Palace could feel happy.

"Senior, Ancestor?"

"Why would our ancestor appoint that demon as ancestor?"

"Absurd, utterly incomprehensible absurdity!"

The sounds of resentment echoed between heaven and earth.