Immortal Destiny!

True Person Zhang.

Every Martial Cultivator in the Great Xin Dynasty knew that name. It was so familiar it had nearly become legend.

If the Martial Ancestor had blazed the trail for Martial Cultivators, using his iron fists to smash open the Heavenly Gate and lift them above the contending Hundred Schools into the Upper Nine Classes,

then True Person Zhang had laid the foundation beneath that trail. He had given those who came after him a path to follow and methods to practice.

In that dark, turbulent age under the Demon Dynasty, humans were treated like pigs and dogs.

True Person Zhang emerged from the Three Purities Dao like a bolt from the blue. With the True Martial Sword on his back, he descended the mountain and spent six hundred years quelling demons.

One man, one sword. His Sword Qi rose like a Great Wall, keeping the Demonfolk from marching south to herd humans like cattle.

"To be born in an Age of Chaos is to take up a three-foot sword and accomplish deeds for the ages," Li Xiang said with a sigh.

Yet those six hundred years of glorious battles had only spread True Person Zhang's fame. They had not made him the foundation-layer of the Martial Cultivator's path.

What secured that place for him, earning him the incense offerings of Martial Cultivators for generations to come, was his wisdom and perseverance in establishing clear ranks for Martial Force.

Before True Person Zhang, most Martial Cultivators trained their bodies.

They tempered muscle, bone, skin, and flesh. They cultivated one breath and one measure of courage, following the creed that sheer strength could overcome ten techniques.

But what was too rigid broke easily.

Martial Cultivators of that era possessed astonishing combat power, but squeezing every drop of potential from