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At the summit of Mt. Wudang, lightning snaked about like dragons. The roiling black clouds, which had appeared ready to bring the apocalypse, were finally, slowly dissipating.
With the rumbling thunderclouds and the scene of the dark skies slowly dispersing, the man with the name Wu Dang emerges from the mist within the hills.
Daoist Master Zhang, Zhang Sanfeng, was about to undergo his tribulation. This news shocked the entire Xiuxing world. It had been many years since someone had to undergo a tribulation. Ever since Liu Bowen had destroyed the 'dragon vein', the spiritual energy of the world of China had decreased day after day. It had been centuries since anyone had even heard of a person undergoing a tribulation.
Wu Dang himself is ongoing the procession of immortalization, the news was widespread among the spiritual world, for it has been decades since one could practice into immortalization. Ever since Liu Wen Bo had ceased the procession of appointment, the spiritual force of the land had been deteriorating day by day. it’s been centuries since the spiritual world could have heard of anyone being immortalized.
But right at this time when virtually everyone had felt despair regarding to the possibility of ascension, Zhang Sanfeng, a person whom had always been regarded as the number one expert of the Xiuxing world, after centuries of training, had reached the brink of ascension. As soon as he underwent his tribulation, he would ascend.
But at this very day and time, Zhang San Feng the one who was known by many to be the utmost powerful spiritual practitioner, training with much effort had finally achieved what the spiritual world could have considered as nirvana. Nonetheless, it could not be much emphasized on how much hardship did Zhang underwent, like the disappointment of his fellow friends who had lost respect towards him due to his fruitless results of hard and long training.
Zhang Sanfeng, a name which possessed a legendary quality for centuries. The hopes of all the Xiuxing practitioners had been destroyed after countless worthy predecessors had been shattered and smashed. The legends of ascension were beautiful, and spoke of the heavens, where there was no aging or death!
It has been centuries that Zhang had been the Hope of the spiritual world, the only hope of making a breakthrough for the past failures of his predecessors and regain the faith of those who had their hope of achieving nirvana shattered. For this achievement, reaching the level of nirvana could have meant being immortal and long life.
Ascending to the heavens at one go!
His achievement meant one leap forward to succeeding nirvana!
After passing this stage, he would be able to reach the world of legend, with no aging or death!
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For this moment, Zhang Sanfeng had waited very long. All the Xiuxing cultivators of China had waited very long as well!
This has been what Zhang had been waiting for a long time, not to mention the League of Spiritual Practice had waited even longer to see someone rise among the norm before Zhang had come to them realizing the state of nirvana
A bright moon was in the sky, which looked like water that had been blown over by the wind. It was constantly rippling. Zhang Sanfeng, who had easily undergone the Heavenly Tribulation, was standing on empty space as though it were flat ground, after having stepped off the peak of the mountain. One step at a time, he walked towards the rippling space.
At the night of a beaming moon, water being rippling by the mild wind, Zhang was seen to exercising his powers effortlessly sky walking as if there was flat land being paved at the spacious sky.
Everyone held their breaths. This was an ascension, something which would be seen once in centuries. The legendary event of centuries past was finally about to become reality.
The scene was rare as many elders were seen to gaze upon Zhang with amazement as it is still unbelievable to many that such legendary skills where had been lost for many years were being demonstrated before their eyes.
They watched as Zhang Sanfeng’s figure slowly disappeared within that rippling space. Right at this moment, from halfway up the mountain, a loud shout suddenly rang out. “Qin Fang, hand over the [Hymn of the Fresh Lotus] and I’ll spare your life!”
As Zhang slowly disappear from sight among the clouds, suddenly a shout out from somewhere in the woods were heard saying “Qin, if you surrender the Holy Lotus Scroll, I will spare you your life”
The words still hung in the air as a figure moved as fast as the wind, flying past the top of the mountain. Although this person’s speed was extremely fast, every single person present was an elder of the various schools of the Xiuxing world, and their gazes were extremely sharp.
All could be seen was a shadow as swift as lightning speed through among the crowd to the hill top. Nevertheless given the level of skills this swift young lad is still no match for the elders present that night, as it was not more than a normal scene to them.
They could immediately tell that this was a seemingly twenty year old youth, dressed in a blue jacket, wielding a rather dark metal sword. His clothes were rather ragged, and there were some bloodstains on them, but the blood wasn’t his.
This young lad was a 20 year old man covered in green robes, equipped with a black broad sword. From the look at the messy and bloody clothing, one would know that the clothes were not his own.
His rather handsome, delicate features had a firm, resolute look fixed upon them.
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This youth, who was only around twenty years old, had actually trained to the level of a seventh-degree Houtian expert, and was comparable to some of the elders of some smaller sects.
Though young at his age the skills that he demonstrated could be interpreted as being surpassed of some elders belonging to some minor clans in the region.
In the blink of an eye, the youth had already moved past everyone present. Only at this time did every react. The [Hymn of the Fresh Lotus] was a legendary, ultimate martial arts technique. In the past, the God of Poetry, Li Bai, had relied upon this Hymn of the Fresh Lotus to dominate the world and had been invincible, in the end breaking through the heavens and departing.
By catching a glimpse of the attention of the elders, the elders slowly realized that the Holy Lotus Scroll was one of the hidden ultimate technique in the world. Once it was used by a White wizard who used it powers to achieve the status of the ultimate spiritual fighter.
As though by reflex, everyone reacted.
When the consciousness of such precious treasure among the clan leaders kicks in, everyone started to react upon the matter.
“Young sir, please halt!”
Shouting “Slow Down young man”
“Punk, don’t run!”
“Kid, dont you get away”
“Hand over the Sword-Hymn of the Fresh Lotus, and I, the sect leader, shall protect you from dying, haha!”
“Hand over the Holy Lotus Scroll, and your life will be spared!”