The mortal world of Wondrous Dharma, Mount Ziwu, the Martial Ancestor's training ground. →
Countless cultivators gathered on hills several kilometers from Mount Ziwu, gazing toward its summit.
Tribulation clouds blanketed the peak, turning slowly like an enormous millstone. Even from so far away, the cultivators could feel their terrifying power.
"I wonder if the Martial Ancestor can survive the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the immortal realm?" a young Daoist acolyte murmured.
The adult beside him immediately scolded him. How could he say something so unlucky at a time like this? He should be wishing the Martial Ancestor success in his tribulation, ascension to the immortal realm, and a life as long as heaven's.
Just then, a crushing pressure descended. The cultivators fell silent, every gaze fixed on Mount Ziwu.
At the training ground atop the mountain, the Martial Ancestor, Wang Jing, waited calmly for the Heavenly Tribulation to fall.
He had crossed over from a world where martial civilization flourished to one where immortal cultivation flourished. Unfortunately, he had little talent for cultivation, so he had followed the path of his previous life once more. Gradually, he had forged a path that joined the immortal and martial ways.
As its founder, he had come to be known as the Martial Ancestor.
"Nine hundred years since I crossed over. At last, I can glimpse the immortal realm..."
Wang Jing could not tell whether he felt excitement or hesitation. He let out a long breath, then drove the immortal-martial art within him at full force.
A tremendous sound rang out from the sky, as though heaven and earth could not tolerate what he had done.
"Hahahaha! Come, then! I have roamed the mortal world for eight hundred years without a single defeat. How could a mere Heavenly Tribulation harm me?!"