High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The floating islands hovered silently hundreds of feet in the air.

The bluestone square reflected a faint golden light.

Everyone was still reeling from Chen Yuan's breakthrough and the congratulations from the will of Blue Star.

Just then.

A voice came from the sky.

Not big.

But everyone heard it clearly.

It sounded like someone was speaking in my ear, or like thunder rolling through the clouds.

"Gentlemen."

Two words.

The nearly 20 million people fell silent instantly.

Chen Yuan stood on the void directly above the floating island, with the Holy Dragon Guard, Shadow, Shadow Blade, and Netherworld Fiend appearing around him.

The robes swayed gently in the wind.

His voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"Lower the ladder to the island immediately."

"Everyone, please board the island in an orderly manner and find your seats."

"Let the sermon begin immediately."

The words fell.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

At the edge of the floating island, pale golden patterns appeared on the bluestone plaza.

The lines extend downwards from the edge of the square.

Like golden waterfalls cascading down from a height of hundreds of feet.

After the golden light dissipated.

One hundred and eight steps appeared out of thin air!

Each step is tens of feet wide.

Extending from the ground to the edge of the floating island, the steps are flanked by jade railings that are about half a person's height.

The railings are engraved with simple auspicious cloud patterns.

It feels solid and smooth when you step on it, just like walking on flat ground.

The crowd on the plain fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a thunderous roar of cheers.

"Long live Chen Zhen Shen!"

"Thank you, True God Chen!!"

Cheers erupted one after another.

But no one fought over it.

Warriors from all over the planet Earth stepped onto the stairs one after another in order of arrival.

At the front of the line were local martial artists from Luodu.

Then there were the warriors from the surrounding states.

Further on are martial artists from more distant states.

Warriors of different skin colors, languages, and clothing walked up the steps one by one.

Some people were so excited that their palms were sweating.

Some people took deep breaths as they walked, trying to calm themselves down.

Some people's eyes reddened.

I never imagined I could be so close to the true God.

And at the very front of the crowd.

Zhou Qing turned around and nodded to the martial saints behind him.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes.

His figure transformed into a blur.

The next second they were already on the bluestone plaza of the floating island.

Followed by.

Smith, Pierre, Peter, Chatchai, Carlos, Allen, and other martial arts masters from various countries also displayed their movement techniques.

One after another, figures rose from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they all boarded the floating island.

The crisis on Earth has now been resolved.

The remaining alien races in the various celestial caves have been sealed off and disciplined by the will of Earth, and cannot cause any trouble.

There is no longer a need to leave people to guard the area as before.

All the experts at the Martial Saint level and above were present, without exception!

The martial arts masters did not delay after landing on the island.

Each person found a suitable spot and sat down cross-legged.

Zhou Qing sat in the front row, with the heads of martial arts masters from various countries sitting next to him.

Lin Mengyao sat not far behind Zhou Qing, the girl with her hands on her knees, sitting upright.

She looked up at the high platform, her eyes filled with anticipation.

After the Martial Saint comes the Martial Venerable, after the Martial Venerable comes the Martial Emperor, after the Martial Emperor comes the Martial King... and so on, one level after another.

No one arranged the seats.

But everyone consciously took their seats in order of their cultivation level.

Those with higher cultivation levels should sit in the front, those with lower cultivation levels should sit in the back, and ordinary people should sit in the last row.

This rule wasn't set by Chen Yuan.

It is a tacit understanding that comes from everyone's heart.

If you can sit a little closer to the front of the sermon and hear it more clearly when the true God is preaching, it is an immense blessing.

No one dared to act rashly.

Those with stronger abilities should be ranked higher.

This is an ironclad rule in the martial arts world.

.........

Time passes little by little.

As the sun slowly rose overhead from the east, more and more people appeared on the floating island.

The flow of people on the 108 steps has never stopped.

Looking down from high above.

Like 108 black streams, they continuously flow into the golden lake of the floating island.

Chen Yuan stood on the high platform, his divine sense sweeping across the area below.

He raised his hand and waved.

The person who was slowly climbing the ladder suddenly felt a lightness under their feet.

My whole body was enveloped by a gentle power.

next second.

They were now firmly standing on the bluestone plaza of the floating island.

These people were taken aback at first.

Then he quickly bowed deeply towards the high platform.

They knew that Chen Zhenshen had personally helped them because he thought they were climbing too slowly.

Chen Yuan glanced at the people on the floating island.

The number of people has reached nearly 20 million.

Fortunately, the island was built large enough that it didn't feel crowded even with so many people.

But more people are on their way from the distant horizon.

Some rode on mythical beasts.

Some were sitting in dilapidated, modified fighter jets.

Some ran on foot.

On the edge of the plain, many people who arrived later were hurrying towards the steps.

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze.

A thought occurred to me.

The staircase that descended from the edge of the floating island to the ground vanished without a trace.

It's as if they never existed.

Those who were on the ladder but hadn't yet reached the island suddenly felt their feet sink into the air.

It was gently lifted by a gentle force and slowly fell back to the ground.

They stood on the plain, looking up at the floating island above them.

His eyes were full of regret and resentment.

Almost.

It was so close!

Chen Yuan's voice rang out again.

This time it was even more imposing than before.

Even more vast.

It pierced through the clouds, penetrated the earth, and spread throughout the entire blue planet.

"The sermon shall now begin."

"Those who have already landed on the island, please calm your minds and listen carefully."

"Those who have not yet landed on the island can listen to the lecture in the plain area below the island."

"These are the rules; don't cause any more trouble."

The last word fell.

His voice echoed in the sky for several breaths before slowly fading away.

On the plains.

Those who had just been lifted down from the ladder looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people were so frustrated that they slapped their thighs.

"I'm just a few steps away!"

"If only we had traveled overnight yesterday, we would be stuck listening from below now..."

Someone sighed.

But I accepted it.

After all, being able to attend a lecture is already a tremendous opportunity.

Listening from below is better than those still on their way.

The crowd found good spots to sit on the plain.

Looking up at the floating island overhead that blots out the sky.

But there are also some people.

Not reconciled.

A young martial artist who looked to be in his early twenties got up from the ground.

He was dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with a token engraved with the character "Huang" hanging from his waist.

He is Huang Ziming, a direct descendant of the Huang family, a first-class martial arts family in a certain state of the Great Xia Kingdom.

He was indulging in a life of pleasure in Luodu City when he heard the news and slowly made his way over.

At his speed, if he had set off earlier, he would have landed on the island long ago.

However, he felt that his status was not low, and that Chen Zhenshen should at least give the Huang family some face.

The ladder just disappeared without a trace!

He was completely stunned when he was lifted back to the ground.

Huang Ziming looked up at the floating island in the sky, his eyes filled with resentment.

"On what grounds?"

He gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

But everyone around heard it.

An old, rogue martial artist next to him tugged at his sleeve.

"Young man, don't speak recklessly. It's already an immense favor that Chen Zhen Shen allowed us to listen from below..."

Huang Ziming flung his hand away.

"Gratitude? What gratitude!"

"We traveled a long way to listen to this lecture, and we were just a few steps away!"

"He could get us up there with a single thought, why doesn't he help?"

"Just because we're from a small family, you look down on us?"

His voice grew louder and louder.

The expressions of those around him changed.

Among the crowd who were also helped down the ladder.

Several martial artists from other countries also chimed in.

A young warrior from the Western European Union blushed.

"I traveled for five days and five nights, spending dozens of high-grade spirit crystals to use the teleportation array to get to Luodu. I was almost on my way to the island, and now you've just taken away the ladder with a single sentence!"

"This isn't fair!"

A middle-aged martial artist from India clasped his hands together, but his eyes were full of resentment.

"Since the True God's sermon is addressed to all martial artists under heaven, why is there a distinction between first and last? If it is to save all living beings, why can some people go ashore while others can only listen from below?"

A young warrior from the country of Amelica also sneered.

"Does being a true god make you so great? Does being a true god mean you can set rules at will? You can just take away the ladder whenever you want, what do you take us for?"

These people's words were like sparks thrown into a pile of dry wood.

Many of those who had also been helped down began to whisper among themselves.

"That's right, we didn't do anything wrong."

"Even if we go up there, it won't collapse the island..."

"Is the True God deliberately putting on airs?"

"Hehe, who knows?"