High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The phantom remained silent for a moment.

"Above the True God Realm... it is said to be called the Eternal True God Realm, but at that time, no one in the Myriad Realms Continent broke through to this realm."

Its voice carried a faint trace of sadness.

"If we hadn't experienced that great calamity of the era, perhaps by now, there would already be powerful figures on the Myriad Realms Continent who have reached that realm."

"And those two powerful beings who shattered the Myriad Realms Continent from the aftershocks of the battle were at least at the Eternal True God Realm."

After listening, Chen Yuan murmured and repeated those two words.

"True God Realm, Eternal True God Realm..."

His brow furrowed slightly.

Beyond the Eternal True God Realm, are there even higher realms?

Even a continent as powerful as the Myriad Realms Continent couldn't withstand even a single aftershock of a battle against an existence of that level.

Countless True God Realm experts perished in a short span of time.

As for him, a mere late-stage Martial God, he's probably not even worth mentioning as an ant in the vast universe.

A strong sense of crisis welled up in Chen Yuan's heart.

He didn't want to one day be instantly killed by some terrifying, passing powerhouse with a simple "excuse me."

They disappeared without even seeing the other person's face.

That kind of death is just too humiliating.

The phantom looked at Chen Yuan, its voice carrying a hint of apology.

"Young friend, I apologize."

"You must have ventured into this chaotic spacetime with your Martial God Realm cultivation to seek some opportunity."

"All the treasures I possessed were lost or destroyed along with my physical body."

"Most of the treasures stored in this palace have been lost in the turbulent flow of time and space."

"The few resources that survived have had their spiritual energy depleted and turned to dust after erosion over the past 100,000 years."

It looked around at the empty hall.

"The only advantage here is that this space remains relatively stable thanks to my methods."

"This provides a brief respite for those who have stumbled into the temporal turbulence."

Chen Yuan shook his head.

"Senior, you misunderstand. I am not here to seek opportunities."

"I just accidentally wandered in here while looking for an exit."

He paused.

"Does the senior know how to leave this spacetime turbulence?"

The illusory figure remained silent for a long while before slowly shaking its head.

"The spacetime turbulence zone is intricate and complex; my remnant soul has been slumbering here for 100,000 years."

"Even if I knew the way out back then, things are no longer the same now."

Chen Yuan was slightly disappointed but not too surprised.

"Okay, looks like I'll have to keep looking on my own."

The phantom suddenly spoke.

"Young friend, tell me about the situation outside, and also about the situation in the small world of Blue Star."

Chen Yuan nodded.

"I haven't left Earth yet, so I don't know the situation outside, but I can tell you about the situation on Earth."

He recounted the news that Earth was currently being invaded by the alien race from the Heavenly Cave, and that the human race was desperately resisting.

It also mentions the crisis that the gods are plotting to undermine the will of Earth and that all alien races are about to descend at their peak.

The phantom finished listening.

A hint of anger surfaced on the blurred face.

"Our human race, while not the strongest in the myriad worlds back then, was still a major race whose overall strength ranked among the top ten!"

"How have we fallen to this state? Invaded by other races through the Heavenly Cave, and we can barely hold them off?"

Its voice was full of resentment and sorrow.

"The strongest one is actually only a late-stage Martial God."

"There are fewer than a hundred Martial Saints left..."

The ghostly figure's voice grew softer and softer.

Finally, it turned into a long sigh.

"Unfortunately, I am now merely a remnant soul."

"You're barely clinging to life; that won't help you at all."

Chen Yuan looked at the illusory figure with a calm and firm gaze.

"Don't worry, senior."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word he spoke was firm and resounding.

"With me here, humanity will not perish."

"No matter what conspiracies those alien races in the ruins of the myriad worlds may have, no matter how strong that god-king of the divine race is."

"As long as I stand, the human race on Earth will not fall."

The phantom stared blankly at Chen Yuan.

After a long while, it slowly nodded.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his blurred face, like an elder looking at his successful descendant.

"well......"

It said "good" twice.

Then silence fell.

The hall remained quiet for a long time before the illusory figure suddenly raised its head, as if it had made up its mind.

"Young friend... I do have a way to help you break through to the peak of Martial God in a short time."

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"What method?"

The phantom's voice became serious.

"There is still some energy left in this remnant soul of mine. Although it is only a remnant soul, I was still a true god in my previous life."

"You... absorb this remnant of my soul."

"Use this power to break through to the peak of the Martial God realm."

Chen Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

Absorb this remnant soul?

He remained silent for a few moments, then shook his head.

"Senior, there's no need."

"With my own talent, it's only a matter of time before I break through to the peak of Martial God."

"There is no need to absorb the remnant soul of the predecessor."

The phantom's voice became stern.

"Time? How much time do you have left?"

"The Divine Race's God Lord will make his move in a month or two at most. Are you sure you can break through to the peak of Martial God within a month?"

"Even if you break through to the peak of Martial God, can you guarantee that you can definitely withstand a peak tenth-tier God Lord?"

Chen Yuan opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

The phantom's tone softened, and its form of address changed.

"Child, your talent is indeed very high, I can see it."

"Your collection of divine-grade treasures is not something an ordinary person could possess."

"But time is of the essence right now, and every bit of strength we have increases our chances of success."

"This remnant soul of mine will dissipate sooner or later."

"Rather than simply vanishing into nothingness, I'd rather lend you a helping hand."

"This is the last thing I will do for the human race."

Chen Yuan shook his head again.

"Senior, I really don't need it."

"I am confident that I can break through to the peak of the Martial God realm before the gods make their move."

"Please trust me, senior."

The phantom remained silent for a moment.

Then it laughed.

The laughter carried a mix of relief, emotion, and a complex meaning that Chen Yuan was unaware of.

"You're quite stubborn, aren't you?"

"In all my years of life, this is the first time I've ever seen someone push away an opportunity that's been handed to them."

It paused.

"But that's precisely why I'm even more determined to help you."

"If you are not greedy, it means you have a bottom line; if you refuse, it means you value relationships."

"With a descendant like you, the human race can die in peace."

The phantom's form began to become unstable, and the golden light around it began to fluctuate.

"My time is running out."

"I just woke up and it consumed too much of my spiritual power. Even if you don't absorb it, I won't be able to hold on for much longer."

"Rather than let it all vanish, I'd rather grant your wish."

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly.

"senior!"

The phantom raised its hand to stop him.

"There's no need to say any more; my mind is made up."

"If you refuse again, you will be disrespecting this old man."

Chen Yuan watched the illusory figure move his lips several times.

Finally, he took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the phantom.

"I will always remember your great kindness, senior."

The phantom nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

It slowly floated to Chen Yuan's front, and its blurry palm pressed on Chen Yuan's head.

"Close your eyes and freely circulate a divine or saint-level cultivation technique."

"Do not resist."

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and sat cross-legged as instructed, circulating the Primordial Divine Scripture, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

It's like seeing prey come to you willingly.

The phantom's palm glowed faintly.

A gentle yet powerful force surged from its palm into Chen Yuan's mind.

At the very moment this force surged in.

On the blurry face of the phantom, the corner of its mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

That wasn't the expression an old man on the verge of death should have.