The Martial Ancestor Is Me, and So Is the Demon Lord

"Third brother, drink!"

"Let's have a drink before we preach!"

Xiao Feng and Xu Zhu immediately raised their cups and drank heartily.

They stayed up all night, drinking to their hearts' content, clinking glasses, and reminiscing about countless tales of the martial arts world.

"Over the years, I have often hunted on the grasslands of the Northern Desert, seeking the realm of Martial Dao Primordial Spirit. Gradually, it seems that I have gained some understanding in my heart. It is as if A'Zhu is calling me, which is why I have returned here."

Xiao Feng drank several jars of wine in a drunken frenzy, then shook his head with a silly smile.

"Menggu also appeared to me in a dream and told me that she was going to be reincarnated and that I should go find her as soon as possible."

Xu Zhu smiled, as if he had returned to the Western Xia Ice Cave.

Everyone was speechless.

Who doesn't have someone they care about in their heart?

"Senior Ye, is there a higher realm beyond the path of no moves in the way of the sword?"

Over the years, Dugu Qiubai has mastered sword control, and even the ability to transform true qi into swords.

As Martial Dao Golden Core, it was naturally an easy task.

But he always felt that this shouldn't be the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

This is merely a change in the method of attack.

All these changes are meaningless.

Now that he saw Ye Zhuo again, he naturally wanted to get to the bottom of things.

"Holding a sword, controlling a sword, transforming into a sword are all paths; traversing them all is also a path."

Ye Zhuo picked up the wine glass with two fingers.

Suddenly, the sound of swords clanging filled the air.

There was a space that transformed into Sword Domain.

The flying sand and stones, every blade of grass and every tree, all transformed into flying swords.

In the blink of an eye, countless flying swords appeared.

What I desire is my sword, and my three thousand strands of black hair are my sword.

Even their breaths were swords, as if each possessed its own soul.

"Above these three swords lies the Sword Domain, above the Sword Domain lies the Sword Soul, and above the Sword Soul lies the Heart Sword!"

Ye Zhuo looked into the distance, and in an instant, a strand of hair fluttered in the wind.

With a single tremor, a torrent of sword intent erupted, leveling a mountain to the ground!

"This!"

The Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, believed that No-Move Triumphs Over Moves, and that every blade of grass and every tree could be a sword.

In recent years, he has mastered the art of wielding, transforming, and controlling the sword to its fullest extent.

Unexpectedly, there was Sword Domain, a world unto itself, above all this.

A sword Sword Soul that carries the will of a blade, a sword heart that holds the sword within!

"Thank you, senior!"

Dugu Qiubai found the answer; this path was enough for him to step beyond the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit.

Wang Chongyang and the others remained silent, watching this scene intently.

If the way of the sword can be like this, then other Great Dao can certainly be like this too!

Only Guo Jing asked, seemingly oblivious.

"Senior, the Martial Dao Golden Core was already proven by you back then. Seniors Xu Zhu, Xiao Feng, Sword Demon have already stepped into this realm."

"Only the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit is unfathomable. Is there truly a realm in this world that can transcend Karmic Cause and Effect and find old friends amidst the mortal world?"

Guo Jing's question is undoubtedly the one everyone wants to ask.

However, those who Dugu Qiubai were different from them; Guo Jing was more sincere.

Everyone has their own level of shrewdness; normally, I would have just asked.

They were all juniors in front of Ye Zhuo, and asking him a question would only make them look bad and cause displeasure.

Even though they are related by marriage, Yideng had barely seen Ye Zhuo since he was born.

Moreover, the Five Greats are not Xiao Feng, Xu Zhu, or Ye Zhuo, and they are not sworn brothers.

Rather, it's better for the grandchildren of the same generation as the great-grandchildren to be well-behaved.

"Martial Dao Primordial Spirit?"

Ye Zhuo glanced at Guo Jing. Good, this kid is honest enough.

Zhou Botong was too foolish to understand the necessity of these martial arts; he lived one day at a time, and practicing martial arts was also a kind of fun for him.

Guo Jing, however, acted out of sincerity.

It's quite remarkable that Guo Fu and Guo Xiang are both disciples of the Demon Cult; their relationship must be quite strong.

Conversely, Huang Yaoshi's daughter, Huang Rong, was also a disciple of the Demon Cult, which made him more reserved.

In front of Ye Zhuo, he showed none of the grandeur of the Eastern Heretic.

"It's very simple."

Ye Zhuo took a sip of wine.

He pointed to the sky.

But then countless heavenly soldiers and generals came charging in, their battle cries shaking the heavens, as if the Heavenly Gate had been opened wide.

"Make your move!"

The Five Greats attacked together, even Zhou Botong and Wang Chongyang were bewildered, and Guo Jing fought bravely to kill the enemy.

Not far away.

Dugu Qiubai shook his head before he came to his senses.

It turned out to be Xu Zhu. Xiao Feng put one hand on each of his shoulders to prevent himself from completely losing himself.

"Illusion?"

Dugu Qiubai looked at Ye Zhuo in disbelief.

It turns out that everything I just saw was an environment created by my Primordial Spirit.

Click!

The dream shattered, and the Five Greats and Guo Jing awoke.

"They're all fake."

They initially thought it was a powerful martial arts opponent, but in the blink of an eye they realized it was just an illusion.

"What is false may be true, and what is true may be false."

Ye Zhuo drank his wine quietly.

"The Primordial Spirit can move the hearts of others, and it can also stabilize one's own heart."

Only by seeing through the truth and falsehood, and generating vital energy from essence and blood, can one nourish the three souls and seven spirits.

One day, mountains will appear as mountains again, and water as water again.

Only then can a true Primordial Spirit be born, enabling one to wield a sword and defeat countless enemies.

You have a long way to go, but once you get there, it will become commonplace.

What's so difficult about finding an old friend in this mortal world?

The so-called living, seemingly real, is actually a mixture of reality and illusion.

In reality, it is nothing more than a fleeting moment in the cycle of Reincarnation Dao, a mere illusion of reality.

The darkness you perceive is the true reality; conversely, what you perceive as reality is nothing but illusion.

It is but a true projection, a glance back in the cycle of Reincarnation Dao.

Ye Zhuo expounded on the Dao of the Primordial Spirit, the Dao of Truth and Falsehood, the essence of Reincarnation Dao, and even the concepts of illusion and reality.

This caused Xiao Feng Xu Zhu, who were already just one step away from enlightenment, to have a sudden realization in an instant.

A ray of light appeared within their bodies and minds.

"Martial Dao Primordial Spirit!"

The Five Greats, along with Guo Jing and the Sword Demon, watched the changes in the two men.

Until three days and three nights later.

The Primordial Spirit returns to the body.

Xiao Feng and Xu Zhu had just opened their eyes; they had passed the test of illusion and truth.

This is also why so-called immortals, Buddhas, and saints can see into the future, even past and present lives.

All conditioned phenomena are but dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows.

"This Martial Dao Primordial Spirit Art is yours for the taking."

Ye Zhuo sat at the entrance of the cave and turned to present a scroll of cultivation techniques to everyone.

"Eternal Youth is what people crave, and the indestructible Golden Core is also a pursuit of Life-and-Death Dao. Only the Primordial Spirit is truly indestructible."

Entering this realm, whether one transcends or enters the world, whether one is in the world or leaves the world, all depends on one's true nature.

There's no need to be fixated on appearances, right and wrong, success and failure.

Even as Ye Zhuo spoke, the echoes of his voice still resonated in the Soaring Eagle Palace.

By the time everyone came to their senses, there was no one left at the entrance of the cave.

"Senior!"

The devoted follower Dugu Qiubai walked out of the Soaring Eagle Palace, only to find a figure appearing out of nowhere.

"There's no need to look anymore. My third brother chose to leave from the very beginning."

What we see is nothing more than a fleeting illusion left behind by his momentary whim.

This is an inconceivable existence beyond the Primordial Spirit.

Xiao Feng understood that Ye Zhuo's supernatural abilities had long surpassed their comprehension.

"The pinnacle of the three realms in martial arts, and there are realms beyond the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit?"

Wang Chongyang asked the question.

"Of course! My third brother once said, 'The path of martial arts has no limits!'"

Xiao Feng was overjoyed; he was going to the mortal realm to find A'Zhu, who was trapped in the cycle of Reincarnation Dao.

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

Ye Zhuo is currently in seclusion, cultivating his skills.

Zhao Min had just finished meditating when she poked his cheek.

"Master, the world calls you the Demon Lord, but the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world respectfully call you the Martial Ancestor. So who exactly are you?"

"I am the Martial Ancestor, I am the Demon Lord, I am simply myself."