Their eyes.
Some angry, some sad, some tired, some resigned to death…
They were martial experts who had died in the demon cataclysm, mostly Shaolin monks, with many wearing Taoist robes or uniforms of unknown sects. Facing a common enemy of humanity, the grudges and deceits of the martial world became irrelevant.
Unite and live!
Divide and die!
Sadly, under the feudal dynasty system, with families and sects divided, achieving unity was too difficult—this vision was only realized when Wanshixian broke through the seventh layer.
Countless voices exploded in Lu Chenzhou's mind.
Filled with fervor, his blood boiled.
His spirit felt like it was about to burst, these chaotic martial intents, seemingly benevolent, posed a greater threat than the remnants of demons, easily ensnaring one's mind.
The giant Martial Arts Tree in the Inner Realm swayed, emitting soft green lights that filled the world, solidifying the Martial Arts Inner Realm like a fortress, unshakeable.
