"Martial Way legacy?"
He gazed at the words outlined on the wall by light and shadow.
After a brief moment of astonishment, a gleam flashed in Lian Youming's eyes. He slowly backed away, shifting his feet lightly as he adjusted the Jade Plaque in his hands, straightening and leveling it to let the sunlight from the window pass through every hole as fully as possible.
Beneath that message was a crooked line traced by connected points of light. The holes formed nodes, like stars of varying sizes, flickering bright and dim.
"Could this be a route?"
Lian Youming narrowed his tiger-like eyes, curiosity rising alongside his many questions.
He wondered just what extraordinary figure had written this book.
The things hidden here alone seemed to encompass everything, with nothing lacking. Yet these authentic, supreme arts were merely a diversion the author had deliberately placed on the surface to draw readers into obsession. Just how world-shaking must the true Martial Way legacy be?
Inconceivable.
If this method of overcoming the tribulation was real, Lian Youming had reason to believe that the author's Martial Way realm was probably beyond Foresight, perhaps even higher. Even Li Da's senior fellow disciple had not uncovered all the secrets in this book. This was a man who presided over Four-Nine City, whose status, standing, and strength were far from ordinary. He had crossed the great snowy mountains, traveled the Long March route, and even led Li Da on a circuit through the north back then. Had his position not constrained him, that journey would most likely have been fist challenges the world.
Even so, the state of mind honed and the Martial Way bearing achieved over the long journey he had covered on his own two feet were probably earth-shaking. Even if he had not broken