High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Seven days flew by.

On the plain in front of the celestial statue, a dense mass of people stretched as far as the eye could see.

The walls stretched from the base of the statue all the way to the horizon, densely packed and layered.

If you look down from a high altitude.

It was like a huge black carpet made of people, covering the entire plain.

Crowded.

Like waves on the sea.

Wave after wave, never ceasing.

Gu Zhen'an, the director of the Patrol and Military Division, stood on the temporary command tower, looking down at the sea of ​​people below, his hands trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was awe!

The last time he preached, the number of attendees was over nineteen million, which was the most spectacular scene he had ever seen in his life.

He stood in the same spot, looking at the sea of ​​people, and felt that he would never see a more breathtaking scene in his life.

But this time, before the sermon had even officially begun, the number of people on the plain had already exceeded a terrifying thirty million.

What does 30 million mean?

Many small countries don't even have that many people!

A medium-sized stadium can only seat 50,000 people; 30 million people would require 600 stadiums like that to accommodate them.

And now.

These 30 million people were all crammed onto this plain outside Luodu City, shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot. From the air, you couldn't see the ground at all!

And more people are continuously arriving from all directions, from all countries, and from all corners of the world.

The traffic on the highway stretched as far as the eye could see, the queues in front of the teleportation arrays stretched for kilometers, and even the flying machines in the sky were lined up in a dense array of light spots.

If he hadn't made a contingency plan in advance, dividing the crowd into hundreds of areas for dispersed management, and hadn't mobilized martial arts officers from several surrounding states to provide support, it would have been different.

With so many people rushing in at once, the situation would probably have gotten out of control long ago.

Just dividing up the areas took him and his team three whole days and nights.

The boundaries of each area were marked with spiritual energy, and the person in charge of each area was a carefully selected Martial Emperor-level expert.

Even so, with 30 million people crammed onto a plain, maintaining order kept his warriors extremely busy.

Reports from various regional managers kept coming through the communication channel.

"Everything is normal in Zone 7, and the crowd is in a stable mood."

"An argument broke out in District 23, but it has been resolved."

"District 45 requests additional patrol personnel; it's too crowded here."

Gu Zhenan took a deep breath and muttered, "This is even more exaggerated than last time..."

It's not just exaggerated, it's downright outrageous.

The last time there were 19 million people, he already felt that was the largest human gathering in the history of Earth.

But this time...

Thirty million people, and the number is still increasing!

He couldn't imagine how big the number would grow when the sermon officially began.

.........

Longyuan Mountain.

The Holy Venerable's Palace.

Chen Yuan stood atop the cultivation tower, hands behind his back, his robes swaying gently in the wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his divine sense spread out silently like a tide, radiating outwards from Longyuan Mountain in all directions.

The speed of divine sense is faster than light.

In less than a breath, it had covered every face of the thirty million people on the plain.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

it's time.

A thought occurred to me.

In the vast sky in front of the celestial statue, pale golden light reappeared.

The light was initially only the size of a fist, like a newly born star.

But it spread at an astonishing speed!

Almost in the blink of an eye, it rapidly expanded from a small cluster into a massive light screen covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

Pale golden light poured down from the light screen, dyeing the entire plain a warm golden hue.

Thirty million people raised their heads in unison, gazing up at the screen of light.

In the center of the light screen.

The towering floating island slowly took shape, and this time the process was smoother and faster than the last.

Last time it took several breaths, but this time the island took shape almost as soon as the light appeared.

The jagged rocks at the bottom of the island are engraved with pale golden patterns of laws, more intricate and exquisite than before.

Each line contains Chen Yuan's latest understanding of the laws, which is even deeper than when he preached last time!

At intervals along the jade railings at the edge of the square, a stone pillar stands.

The stone pillar is entirely white.

It is covered with exquisite reliefs.

One hundred and eight steps descend from the edge of the island and land steadily on the ground.

The steps were crystal clear, as if they were carved from a single piece of white jade.

Each step is engraved with fine anti-slip textures, and there are handrails on both sides, which are also engraved with exquisite patterns.

The steps extend from the edge of the island all the way to the ground, landing steadily without the slightest sway.

Chen Yuan's voice rang out over the plains.

"Gentlemen, let's land on the island."

Four words.

Simple and ordinary.

A thunderous roar of cheers erupted across the plain.

"Long live the Martial Ancestor!"

"The Ultimate Martial Ancestor! The Ultimate Martial Ancestor!"

Cheers rose and fell, one wave higher than the next, so loud that the clouds in the sky trembled slightly.

At the very front of the crowd.

Zhou Qing turned around and nodded to the martial arts masters from various countries behind him.

His aura was as steady as a mountain, and there was a faint flow of divine power around him.

During his last seclusion, he had already broken through to the half-step Martial God realm, only one step away from the true Martial God realm.

However, in order not to miss Chen Yuan's second sermon, he even temporarily put aside his attempt to break through to the Martial God realm.

He wants to come and listen to the lecture!

He had a premonition that during Chen Yuan's sermon, he would have a real chance to cross that threshold and break through to the Martial God realm.

The premonition was very strong, as if someone was telling him from the shadows that this was his chance.

"Let's go."

Zhou Qing lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure turning into a blur.

The speed of a half-step Martial God is astonishing.

Almost at the same moment he set off, his figure appeared on the bluestone plaza of the floating island.

Lin Zuyao and the others followed closely behind, unleashing their full power as peak Martial Saints. Their figures left long afterimages in the void before landing steadily beside Zhou Qing.

Then came Smith and his group.

One after another, martial arts masters from various countries used their movement techniques to land precisely on the bluestone plaza of the floating island.

Everyone found a spot, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and waited for the sermon to begin.

Behind the plains, even more people are on their way.

Han Xiaoshan squeezed out of the crowd.

He was shirtless, covered in sweat, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his clothes were nowhere to be found.

The roads were so congested, and he didn't have the money for more expensive transportation or teleportation.

He ran all the way from Pingzhou to Luodu, a journey of over a thousand kilometers, without stopping for a single step.

When you get tired, eat a low-grade spirit pill; when you're thirsty, drink a sip of low-grade spirit liquid; when you're sleepy, bite your tongue.

His gaze was fixed on the giant island floating in the sky.

Below the island.

The 108 steps were still beckoning to him.

The steps were crystal clear, shimmering softly in the sunlight, like a road leading to heaven.

He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to the limit. His legs moved rapidly on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The figures around me were rushing past, and the wind was whistling in my ears.

His lungs felt like they were about to explode.

But he dared not stop, nor could he stop.

Su Xiaojin and her three best friends rushed over from another direction.

Behind them followed several elders of the Su family, as well as the Su family's guards; a large group of people ran along in a grand procession.

The three best friends were panting heavily, their faces flushed red.

But then I saw that floating island.

Everyone gritted their teeth and continued running.

One of her best friends, adjusting her hair clip which was about to fall off, gasped, "Xiao Jin... how much further... I can't go on..."

Without turning her head, Su Xiaojin grabbed her and ran forward: "Stop talking nonsense! We're here!"

Li Tiezhu, a rogue cultivator from the Western Regions, carried his tattered backpack and strode forward.

His backpack was bulging even more than last time, filled with the spiritual fruits he had picked along the way over the past few days.

The bag was stuffed full.

He picked these wild fruits not to eat himself, but to share with his newly acquainted companions.

He made several friends among the independent practitioners during his last sermon, and this time he wanted to bring them something.

He has long legs and a long stride, able to cover a great distance in one step.

People around him made way for him, not because they were afraid of him, but because they were intimidated by his imposing presence.

A rogue cultivator.

He carried a tattered bag, strode forward, and had a determined look in his eyes.

The crowds flowed like streams from all directions toward the floating island.

Everyone's face was filled with anxiety and anticipation.

I failed to log in last time, but I'm determined to log in this time no matter what!

Being able to sit at the feet of the Martial Ancestor and listen to his lecture is a completely different experience from listening from afar on the plains.

Sitting at the feet of the Martial Ancestor, the Martial Ancestor's voice was right beside my ears, every word was crystal clear, and every insight seemed to be poured directly into my brain.

And listening from afar on the plain

Although the sound could be heard, it was always through a layer, like looking at something through a veil, hazy and indistinct.

.........

Half an hour later, Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze.

The bluestone plaza on the floating island was already full of people, all waiting.

A thought crossed his mind.

next second.

He led Chen Tingting and the others directly to the high platform of the floating island.

Chen Yuan's figure stepped out of the void amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The robes swayed gently in the wind.

His face was calm, his gaze unfathomable.

Those eyes swept across the entire venue, and under his gaze, thirty million people felt as if their very souls had been seen through.

"It's Lord Martial Ancestor!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, their voice sharp and excited.

The eyes of 30 million people were all focused on Chen Yuan.

Respect, fervor, gratitude—a mix of emotions flickered and shimmered in those eyes.

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged on the futon.

He raised his hand and waved it gently.

A gentle force welled up from the palm of his hand, like an invisible wind, brushing against the edge of the floating island.

Those who were still slowly climbing the ladder were gently supported by this force, and their whole bodies floated up lightly, as if they were walking on clouds.

Next second

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

Followed by.

The 108 steps vanished silently.

Starting from the bottom step, the steps disappeared one by one, transforming into countless golden specks of light.

Those who were determined to land on the island but still didn't make it stood on the plain, looking up at the disappearing steps, and swallowed hard.

A young man's legs buckled, and he sat down on the ground with a thud, his eyes instantly turning red.

He rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand, but the tears still kept falling.

He wasn't sad, but regretful.

He regretted not running faster, and regretted that there was a gap between him and the Martial Ancestor that he could never catch up with.

Some people clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, digging their nails into their palms until they bled.

But no one made any outrageous remarks or complained that Chen Yuan was unreasonable.

Everyone remembers clearly what happened to Huang Ziming and those foreign martial artists last time.

Although Lord Wuzu has a good temper, he is not without one.

and.

It is already a great favor that the Martial Ancestor is willing to give a lecture for free. If you are late and miss it, you can only blame yourself for not running fast enough. Who else can you blame?

"It's good enough that we can listen from below..."

An elderly martial artist sighed, hunched over, and found an open space on the plain to sit cross-legged.

Those around him who had also arrived late sat down, looking up at the floating island overhead that blotted out the sky.

Although they were unwilling, they also knew that being able to listen to lectures on the plains below was an opportunity that many people would rather die for.