Da Xuan Martial Saint-Chapter 643 - 375 Cold North Trembles_2
Chapter 643: Chapter 375 Cold North Trembles_2
The thirty-three-year-old Qiankun Grandmaster claimed the top spot on the Martial Arts Master Rankings, probably shaking the entire Da Xuan to its core!
“Chen Mu’s step forward is truly like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss,”
Chu Jingsui gradually recovered from his shock and soon began to ponder many things. He looked up at the sky outside the great hall and murmured, not sure whether he was expressing admiration or concern.
A hidden dragon emerges from the abyss, ascends through tribulations to heaven.
In the past, although Chen Mu had demonstrated a once-in-a-century talent from the Cold North, he hadn’t yet broken through the Mysterious Pass. To the various powers and influential figures in the world, he was not yet a threat, just someone noteworthy to observe.
But stepping into the Marrow Cleansing Realm and becoming a Qiankun Grandmaster meant that only one last step remained to reach the summit of Martial Arts. Once he crossed the Blood Exchange threshold, another figure capable of stabilizing the world would be born.
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This was already a threat!
Chen Mu’s name would certainly resonate throughout the Cold North, spreading across the world. However, with such attention would come endless troubles and tribulations. Only by overcoming these could he truly soar in the heavens without hindrance!
“I thought I could be of some help to Chen Mu in the future, but it seems I was thinking too much,”
After his myriad thoughts, Chu Jingsui finally sighed.
By entering the Grandmaster Realm, he could at least stand shoulder to shoulder with people like Feng Hongsheng in the future, and he even hoped to join the ranks of the top grandmasters of the Cold North. He thought he would catch up with Chen Mu, but the gap remained as wide as ever.
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Eternal Life broken, Absolute Blade fallen, Heavenly Demon defeated.
One after another, the feats from within the Earthly Abyss spread among the high ranks of the Seven Profound Sect, and gradually to many disciples. For a time, the whole sect, especially the Spirit Profound Peak disciples, were shocked into silence.
Those like Jin Ling’er and Zhao Xiaohong, who had ties with Chen Mu and had received his guidance as Inner Sect Disciples, were so shocked they felt dazed. When they first met Chen Mu, they were not Martial Arts figures, only knowing him as a strong predecessor and high-level expert without a clear understanding of the specifics of his Cultivation.
After joining the Seven Profound Sect, they began to peel away the mysterious veil surrounding Chen Mu’s Cultivation.
Indeed, starting with tendons and flesh, then bones and muscles, followed by the Five Viscera and Six Viscera, then Marrow and Blood… Chen Mu had only reached the Six Viscera Realm. Above that were still the unfathomable Marrow-Cleansing Grandmasters and the Blood Exchange beings, individuals revered as saints among men.
But.
Time flies.
With a clearer understanding of Martial Arts and Chen Mu, they witnessed one shocking event after another in a short time, until now, with Chen Mu standing at the pinnacle of the Grandmaster Realm, truly touching the peak of contemporary Martial Arts.
From Senior Chen to Brother Chen, and then to Peak Master Chen…
All of this happened in just a few short years. The clearer their understanding of the arduous path of Martial Arts, the more astonishing and shocking the feats of Chen Mu were.
Could they have imagined, in their youth, encountering someone like Chen Mu, being saved by him, befriending him, and later joining the same sect and peak, witnessing what might be a historic moment for the Da Xuan Dynasty? What kind of fate was this?
Once merely tales told by storytellers, of celestial beings too profound to grasp.
Now, those stories were unfolding around them. Although not the protagonists of the stories, they were extremely close, able to witness the unfolding of those tales firsthand. What kind of legend was this?
They were uncertain how far their future Martial Arts cultivation would take them, but they knew for certain that meeting Chen Mu in their youth and becoming disciples under Spirit Profound Peak meant that even if they only bore witness, their lives would not be in vain.
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North Garrison Government.
Deep within the mansion.
Yuan Hong, King of North Garrison, sat behind a Zixia Wood long table, clutching a page of letter in his hand, silently contemplating the few lines of intelligence written on it.
“I underestimated him,”
Leng Wensong stood by Yuan Hong’s side, his gaze also falling on the script of the letter, heaving a light sigh after a long while.
A once-in-a-hundred-years prodigy from the Cold North?
No.
A Grandmaster at the age of thirty-three was already a rare occurrence in history, and while there may have been younger Grandmasters during certain chaotic times, such an event was undoubtedly rare, whether since the founding of the Da Xuan Dynasty or even when looking back at ancient history.
Not to mention, he was cultivating the most difficult Qiankun Path, questioning the universe through Qiankun to enter Marrow Cleansing, and even reached the peak of the Grandmaster Realm in one step, possessing the ability to fight Heavenly Demons and repel Yuwen Hao with talent and strength beyond description.
A once-in-an-era genius.
No.
Even… he was chosen by the Heavenly Mandate!
Just like over a thousand years ago, during the chaos that lasted for nearly a few hundred years, when the Ninety-Nine State was in constant strife, and hundreds of kingdoms stood side by side until Ji Hao, bearing the Heavenly Mandate, rose step by step from the chaos and eventually reached the peak of Martial Arts, pacifying all under heaven.
In Chen Mu’s case, from any angle, his revealed talent, innate ability, and that sense of destined Heavenly Mandate, were in no way inferior to Ji Hao of that era. Reaching such a degree was certainly not just a product of mortal effort.
In Chen Mu, there must inevitably be a confluence of destiny, fate, and other ethereal elements, escorting him forward.
“Prince, shall we do something?”
Leng Wensong, observing Yuan Hong’s silence, finally spoke softly.
Although Chen Mu possessed an extraordinary figure and occupied a part of destiny, the destiny had not yet settled, which meant there was still an opportunity for humans to change it as the obscure destiny must have a thread of survival. They still had a chance to reverse this destiny.
However.
Yuan Hong eventually shook his head.
“Let it be.”
He gently tossed the letter, allowing it to disintegrate into nothingness in the air.
It was not that he lacked the confidence to reverse destiny, nor was it that he feared the Heavenly Mandate in Chen Mu; frankly, having reached his level of Unity of Heaven and Man, he could grasp the world in his hand and had no fear even of the vast universe, let alone the intangible concept of fate.
He chose not to intervene in Chen Mu’s affair because it went against his true nature.
For someone of his Martial Arts cultivation level, things like power, wealth, and even the imperial throne were like fleeting clouds.
His pursuit of Martial Arts and his journey were twofold: to affirm his own heart and the will of his Martial Arts, and to stabilize chaos, or at least to bring order to the chaos of the Cold North Eleven States.
If Chen Mu’s rise posed a pure threat to his ideals and nature, he would have attempted to interfere, paying no heed to such nebulous concepts as Heavenly Mandate or destiny. But Chen Mu’s rise was too astonishing and dazzling, his path being the upright and honest Qiankun Path. Moreover, he knew almost everything about Chen Mu’s past, knowing that Chen Mu rose from the bottom, came from humble origins, and had never lost his original intent, even recently saving ordinary villagers at Cangshuang Mountain Range with his own hands.
His appraisal of Chen Mu was: alone, he maintained his integrity; reached, he would help heal the world.
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If Chen Mu were to reach the pinnacle of Martial Arts in the future and possess the strength to stabilize the world and restore order, then he would inevitably do so, and therefore there was no fundamental conflict between him and Chen Mu.
“Mm.”
Having served Yuan Hong for many years, Leng Wensong knew his master’s personality and now spoke softly, “But this news cannot be suppressed, and will soon spread to the Central Prefecture. Those people there, I’m afraid, would rather not see this happen.”
Central Prefecture,
Da Xuan Dynasty Court.
Although Cold North was remote and overtly dominated by various Sects, in reality, the influence and interference of The Eight Princes had always stretched into Cold North to varying degrees, ultimately creating the current blended and chaotic situation of the Cold North.
Those true members of the Royal Family, inheriting the imperial blood and holding true legitimacy, were probably few who would wish to see another ‘Ji Hao’ rise, change the world, even if it was just a possibility, as some might find it unacceptable.
“Leave them to it.”
Yuan Hong spoke with a light tone.
Although he did not care about such intangible concepts as fate and the Heavenly Mandate associated with Chen Mu, he also did not underestimate him. Having reached this point, he already had the capacity to look down upon the world, and it would not be an easy task for anyone wishing to act against him, including The Eight Princes of Central Prefecture.
As for Chen Mu, this person chosen by the Heavenly Mandate amid chaos, whether he could survive his tribulations and ascend to heaven, or what final outcome he would have on this path, no one could predict. Perhaps he could ultimately reach the utmost realm, or perhaps he would perish midway.
No one knows.
