Yunzhou, Qin Country’s Prime Pavilion.

Zhao Wei is already an elder whose hair has turned completely frosty white. He sits steadily at the head of the pavilion, his gaze still as sharp as an eagle’s, sweeping across his colleagues in the room, his voice steady and determined:

"Everyone, Qin Country has reached the brink of life and death. If that Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon is allowed to continue its rampant growth, it will become Qin Country’s nightmare."

Having spoken, his eyes are like torches, waiting for the crowd’s response.

In the hall, the Royal Martial Artists looked at each other, all silent, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed as though it could freeze water into ice.

"That Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon, since it awakened its Power of Wind and Rain, its strength has advanced rapidly, even Innate Martial Artists find it hard to restrain at all. Even the Sword River King, such an exceptional expert, is helpless against it." At this time, an elderly pavilion leader slowly stood up.

"The military’s newly developed Divine Wind Missiles can only barely pierce its scales."

Another added with a sigh, "Only by precisely striking its eyes, mouth, and other vulnerable parts can it be severely injured. But given its speed, hoping to seize such an opportunity is as unrealistic as daydreaming."

At this point, everyone looked gloomy, their brows tightly furrowed.

"The weapons carried by us martial artists are like child’s play in front of the Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon, completely unable to penetrate its defense," a Marquis-rank Martial Artist said solemnly, his voice full of helplessness and discontent.

"The Sword River King is currently the only one who can pose a threat to that Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon. The blade he wields was carefully crafted by the military from the broken horn of the Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon, and it is extremely sharp." Another Marquis-rank Martial Artist picked up the thread of conversation, a resolute look in his eyes.

"If only we had a few more such Divine Weapons, laying down our lives to fight would hold no fear!" Having said this, he suddenly stood up, his momentum skyrocketing, as though prepared to sacrifice himself at any moment to slay the Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon.

This is the greatest difficulty in exterminating the "Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon".

Its scales are incredibly hard, able to ignore ninety percent of a martial artist’s full power strikes, even enduring a missile barrage with only minor injuries, incapable of harming its foundation.

"Weapons..."

Zhao Wei heard this, furrowing his brows as he fell into contemplation, "That eight-hundred-pound broken dragon horn is neither gold nor iron, yet it is unmatched in sharpness. The military poured in all its resources, only able to smelt it into a single peerless weapon."

"There is no second one to be found."

"Therefore, melt the dragon-slaying saber down and forge it into a dragon-slaying spearhead." Sitting at the head among the martial artists was precisely the Sword River King, who suddenly got up and heavily placed his longtime companion—the "Dragon-slaying Saber"—on the table.

"At all costs, swear to slay this beast!"

"Indeed!"

All the Prince-rank Martial Artists stood up.

"But this mission must kill with one strike, first order the commoners to evacuate the coast, then lure the beast ashore, we absolutely cannot let it escape back into the deep sea."

The Prince-rank Martial Artists spread out the map, meticulously discussing the details of exterminating the dragon.

"The terrain here is very advantageous, we will split into three teams: one will provoke the beast, hurt it, lure it over. One team will face it head-on, must severely wound it, best to kill it outright."

"The military can deploy missiles and bombs at these critical points as needed."

"The final team will cut off the beast’s retreat here, it is extremely cunning, if it cannot win, it will flee. This place is closest to the Great River, nine times out of ten, it will escape here."

"Old Zhao, Old Li, you both are strong, come with me to cut off its retreat."

The Prince-rank Martial Artists each divided teams with their close friends, the scene instantly split into three parts, each led by several King-level Martial Artists.

"For this battle, I will personally don armor and enter the fray, let this old bones carve out a bloody path for Qin Country once again, as my final contribution." Zhao Wei was deeply moved by the impassioned atmosphere around him.

Before becoming the head of the pavilion, he was already a "King-level Martial Artist".

"Elder Zhao, you as the head of the pavilion, Qin Country is in peril, we need you..." one pavilion member stood up, hesitating to speak.

"I believe those who come after will surely surpass blue, and do better than I." Zhao Wei waved his hand, laughing heartily.

"Old Qin, rally to the nation’s calamity, Old Qin, restore our rivers and mountains. Blood shall not dry, death shall not cease to fight!"

Inside the pavilion, everyone looked at each other, passing along soaring hearty laughter.

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

"Great Wind!"

"Great Victory!!!"

[I have waited many years in Qin Country, and now stand among its twelve pavilion masters, my eyes fixed on this group of pure-hearted martial artists full of passion.]

[Among them are youthful young men in the prime of their lives, powerful adults at the height of strength, and elderly with snowy white hair. At this moment, faced with a national crisis, their will is like a blazing flame, having already ignited the "Heart Fire", shining brilliantly.]

[In this battle, most of them will surely pay with their lives, but their fearless courage and resolute belief will undoubtedly enable them to finally behead the Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon.]

[I still have not waited for Duan Hong’s arrival, a bit of hesitation rose in my heart. Should I change the original plan...]

[These young ones have grown up... perhaps it is precisely these disasters that engrave indomitable spirit into the bones of the clan.]

[In that moment, I quickly made a decision: "Cyan Mountain."]

["Martial Master, are you speaking of the Immortal Monument?" The Celestial River King and the martial artists present all brightened in the eyes.]

[During the military’s smelting of the "Dragon-slaying Saber", martial artists who ignited their heart fire went to Cyan Mountain. That monument’s material is special, extremely hard to destroy, and the pavilion masters of Qin Country opened it to common martial artists, hoping that one day, a martial artist would grasp the mysteries of Cyan Mountain. However, no one successfully comprehended its mysteries.]

[This time, they, having already ignited "Heart Fire", and viewing the monument’s records, see everything differently, the Divine Monkey depicted is lifelike, suddenly roaring and brandishing the pillar holding the heavens—Indomitable Divine Intent!] 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

[The young Daoist slowly looked up, the towering celestial vault transformed into a giant dragon, he wielded a sword and asked, using Body Sword Transformation, soared to the skies—True Intent·Heaven-cutting Sword!]

[Some comprehend the mysteries of the "Divine Monkey Fighting the Sun", some comprehend the mysteries of the "Daoist Pulling Sword and Cutting Heaven Map".]

[Among them, many have ignited the heart fire, burning the divine spirit, becoming "Celestial Human Realm Martial Artists", though their strength compared to me, the first Martial Arts Celestial Being, is far inferior. Their undying heart spirit measures only ten zhang.]

[Dozens of Celestial Human Realm Martial Artists were born.]

[My Dao Lineage Fortune surged, my own "fortune" directly doubled!!!]

[Ten days later.]

[They fought to the death until nearly the entire army was wiped out, finally beheading the Heaven-Swallowing Flood Dragon—the seemingly invincible head.]

[The surviving martial artists returned carrying Zhao Wei’s empty coffin, with no remains within, but only a set of thoroughly damaged armor.]

[Their bodies may have died, but their undying heroic spirits have merged into the Seal of Mountains and Rivers, resting with Qin Country’s fate.]

[The Martial Dao does not grant longevity, how one lives in this world is but a hundred years, but the will can be immortal!]

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, an extraordinary infant came into the world. Born with innate talents, he could walk immediately after birth, and possessed the incredible ability to control "giant beasts", as if governed by the celestial mandate.

Cyan Mountain Academy, the gentle breeze was just right.

A group of sixteen-year-olds, at the peak of their youthful vigor, were diligently practicing martial arts on the playground.

"Great Victory! Great Victory! Great Victory!"

Suddenly, an earth-shaking sound of triumphant jubilance roared in from outside the academy, like spring thunder exploding.

Among this group of teenagers, Zhao Qingzhou stood alone, his gaze passing over the hustle, directed toward the distant majestic Cyan Mountain.

He returned to the classroom, lightly picked up his pen, and let it fall heavily on paper, every word weighing: "Why was I born?"

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