Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 884 - 393: The Terrifying Truth—Martial God Never Existed!!
Upon hearing these words, Su Tu’s breath unconsciously turned fervent, the path of Ascension to Divinity left behind by the Martial God.
For centuries, an enigmatic path never passed down.
Even if he couldn’t inherit its mysteries, just seeing that seed would be a tremendous opportunity, especially for someone like Su Tu, who has a great interest in the mysterious.
To come into contact with something related to ’Ascension to Divinity’ was something he was intensely looking forward to.
"Let’s go!"
Simu Changsheng noticed Su Tu’s anticipation; without teasing, he directly took Su Tu away from the back mountain and headed towards the grand hall.
Nine towering statues stood atop the peak, faceless and featureless, yet carrying an indescribable solemnity.
Su Tu knew these were the statues of the Martial Gods; apart from the Martial Arts Dao, they left no traces.
As if intentionally making the Human Race forget them, they seemed to be telling the Human Race, you don’t need to look up to us; you are just yourselves; the Human Race must strive unceasingly.
Yet the Human Race was unwilling; even if they forgot the appearance of the Martial Gods, they still stubbornly and resolutely carved out these ten statues themselves.
Standing before these statues, Su Tu bowed respectfully to the ten statues.
The Martial Gods, who had once opened heaven and earth for the Human Race, deserved such respect from Su Tu.
Simu Changsheng quietly took note of Su Tu’s actions, but said nothing, standing there silently, took out the white wine he always kept close and took a gentle sip.
"Teacher, we’re about to try once more."
"This child is the most excellent talent in nearly a thousand years, even compared to those few kids from our family, he’s only lacking a few years of experience."
"In terms of sheer talent, they may not be a match for this child."
"But if he too doesn’t succeed, then we’ll just have to continue waiting. You, elders, surely made no mistake; if the legacy you’ve left behind cannot be passed on to anyone."
"Then it can only be said that we are not competent enough."
Simu Changsheng murmured inwardly, his always-entranced eyes carrying an indescribable look.
Once Su Tu finished his salutations, Simu Changsheng led him into the grand hall.
In contrast to the grandeur and magnificence outside, the interior of this grand hall was quite simple; it was a sea of pale white. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
White walls, white floor tiles; what filled the sight was an ocean of paleness.
But if one looked with their eyes filled with spiritual energy, they would discover that on the surrounding walls, strands of fine sand emerged.
Those strands of fine sand continually swayed, forming three sand paintings.
Originally intending to greet Wan Youtian and Xing Mutian standing in the grand hall, Su Tu’s attention was instantly drawn by these murals.
The first mural depicted countless panicked little people, with terrifyingly hideous claws reaching from all directions as though intending to devour these little people completely.
Suddenly, sorrow, grief, fear, despair, and other emotions surged in Su Tu’s heart, causing his hands to clench involuntarily into fists.
Due to his strength, his fingertips dug deeply into his palms, and slightly golden blood oozed from his hands.
Without any explanation, Su Tu understood that this was a scene of the Human Race emerging from the Ancestor Star, seen as prey by myriad races, and as ants by the Star River.
In that era, despair and pain were the main themes of the Human Race, like delicacies set upon a dining table, like trapped beasts thrown into a forest for entertainment.
This sorrow and despair did not originate from individuals but from the concept of humanity itself; all people would, in that instant, feel the helplessness and despair experienced by the Human Race.
Su Tu naturally was no exception, and just when that despair and helplessness peaked.
The second mural glowed with white light, gradually emerging in Su Tu’s eyes.
Nine colossal figures blocked countless little people from view, tearing apart those claws, while foreign races wailed.
Their figures passed by, followed by countless little people; a faint light rose from the east, and nine phantasms simultaneously reached out to grasp that light.
Subsequently, they gently lowered themselves, offering that faint light to the myriad people of the Human Race.
This mural appeared, and Su Tu felt warmth fill his heart, a deep-seated sense of safety gulping down the unease within him.
The second mural depicts nine Martial Gods descending, quelling the foreign races, staining the Star River with blood, annihilating the heavens, shocking the myriad races, shattering the Subspace itself, forcibly dragging the Evil Gods, who couldn’t escape Subspace, into the mortal world to be obliterated.
Then, they took down the faint light, spreading the Martial Arts Dao throughout the Human Race, thus laying the foundation for the rise of the Human Race.
Then, the third mural took center stage.
An inexplicable sadness began to surface; the little people in the mural had started donning armor, grasping weapons, and those once faceless people now each had their own features.
They charged across the Star River, as if searching for something; yet no matter how they searched or pursued, it was all in vain, leaving them full of sorrow.
Possessing appearances and arming themselves symbolized the Human Race claiming a place in the Star River, worthy of being remembered in the cosmos, and what they searched for and pursued was naturally the vanished Martial Gods.
These three murals nearly encapsulate all the experiences of the Human Race during the Star River Era.
Witnessing all this, Su Tu couldn’t help but marvel once again in his heart, the Martial Gods were so perfect as to seem unreal.
They came from the Ancestor Star, lifted the Human Race, bore the heavens upon their shoulders, leading the Human Race forward, passing down the Martial Arts Dao, and offering mankind a method to elevate their life experiences.
