Wu Yanping sat behind his desk, facing the projection of the Myriad Worlds Universal Symbol, which displayed the martial arts forum known as the Wulin Post Station.
He was not old, not yet twenty, yet already a well-known figure on the forum. His reputation stemmed from his extensive knowledge and memory, as he could effortlessly recall martial arts lore and techniques, giving the impression of a highly learned and formidable expert.
Leisurely browsing the forum, two replicas of ancient scrolls lay on his desk. Wu Yanping’s esteemed status on the forum was no accident; privately, he had put in countless hours of hard work and dedication.
“When I open the fourth acupoint, I’ll set out on a journey…” he mused, his thoughts drifting toward the changes soon to come.
Suddenly, he noticed that his study had inexplicably brightened. Following his intuition, he turned his gaze toward the window.
At that moment, his eyes froze. In the sky, layer upon layer of misty energy formed, resembling nine distinct heavens. Except for the topmost layer, which was hazy and indistinct, each level was filled with ruins—collapsed pavilions, palaces, and temples—radiating a sense of ethereal grandeur.
“What is this…?” Wu Yanping completely forgot he was still engaged in a debate on the forum. He felt a strange sense of familiarity.
He was sure he had heard of this somewhere before!
His eyes swept across the room, landing on the ancient scrolls on his desk. His heart pounded violently as he finally understood the source of his recognition.
Two years ago, he had read a book chronicling ancient myths and legends, which described various omens. One of them matched the scene before him exactly.
It was called “Celestial Realm Manifested!”
This was an omen destined to appear in orthodox legends. According to legend, when one transcends their essence and ascends to the Nine Heavens, the qi of the world draws forth the Celestial Realm. If it were a demonic or ghostly force, it would be known as “Ninefold Netherworld Descent.”
“Someone… someone has truly become a legend?” Wu Yanping leapt to his feet, his eyes wide with shock, rushing to the window and staring intently at the clearly defined layers of strange phenomena in the sky.
It really was “Celestial Realm Manifested!”
Since the era of the ancient Overlord, after tens of thousands of years, a formidable cultivator had finally forged their own legend!
A legendary being was unique across all worlds, a supreme expert. Even in ancient times, such individuals were rare. Who, in this era, had broken through the limits of heaven and earth to become a legend whose name would be revered across all worlds?
Without hesitation, Wu Yanping grabbed the Myriad Worlds Universal Symbol and furiously typed out a post:
“Look outside! A legendary omen!”
He had long developed the habit of immediately posting whenever he witnessed a major event.
As soon as the post was sent, he turned his gaze back to the ethereal Celestial Realm, his mind finally able to think of something else:
“I wonder what other omens will appear?”
According to the ancient text, there were three categories of omens that accompanied the emergence of a legend. The first were the universal omens—“Celestial Realm Manifested” and “Ninefold Netherworld Descent”—indicating that a powerful cultivator had reached the threshold of legend and was attempting to break through, though success was not guaranteed. The second category occurred when one successfully passed the trials and pushed open the “Legend’s Gate.” These omens varied depending on the individual’s martial path and nature, with numerous possibilities such as “Three Realms Snowfall,” “Silver Serpents Dancing,” “Nine Suns Rising Together,” or “Merit Prolonging Life.” If such an omen appeared, it meant the breakthrough had succeeded, and a new legendary being would soon emerge.
The text specifically noted that some of the second category omens were exceedingly rare, signaling the cultivator’s extraordinary strength or deep cultivation foundation. Examples included “Ten Thousand Buddhas Welcoming the Arrival,” “Withering and Reviving Bodhi,” “Heaven and Earth Reordered,” “Purple Qi from the East,” “Ten Thousand Golden Lamps,” or “A Single Spark.” Those who displayed such omens often rose to the rank of Heavenly Venerable.
Finally, upon completing the transformation into a legendary being, the third category of omen would appear. Though still unique to the individual, only a few existed: the common “Myriad Worlds Paying Homage,” the exceptional “Stars Revolving Around the Moon,” and the supreme “Sea of Stars.”
Wu Yanping was eager to witness which omens would accompany the first self-proven legend in tens of thousands of years.
“They say the ancient Overlord displayed the omens of ‘Celestial Realm Manifested,’ ‘Heaven and Earth Reordered,’ and ‘Sea of Stars’…” he mused dreamily.
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Han Guang stood within the demonic abyss, his gaze piercing through layers of obstacles to behold the omen covering the entire True World.
The more he felt conflicting emotions, the more his lips curled into a faint smile. He murmured softly, “Who took the lead, achieving legend so quickly?”
“Is it him?”
His gaze turned northward, toward the Jade Void Palace atop Kunlun Mountain.
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On the Sanxiao Isles, the ever-present mist suddenly dissipated, revealing majestic mountains, exquisite palaces, and a dark lotus pond. Bi Jingxuan stood by the pond, lifting her head slightly to gaze at the strange phenomena in the sky.
“Celestial Realm Manifested?”
“Has he already pierced through all illusions to see the ‘Tathagata’?”
Her tone carried a hint of surprise and disbelief, as she had not expected to witness a legendary omen so soon—within less than a month.
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Deep in the Southern Wilderness.
Qi Zhengyan stepped out of the academy, dressed no differently from an ordinary teacher. A rare trace of satisfaction flickered across his usually expressionless face as he gazed at the strange omen in the sky.
“How soon is this?” The Black Armor Devil Saint behind him was visibly shocked.
Qi Zhengyan replied calmly, “He has cultivated the Eight-Nine Divine Art for many years. His foundation for seeing beyond all illusions has long been unshakable. Once he lets go, the path becomes clear, and success follows naturally.”
“Eight-Nine Divine Art…” the Black Armor Devil Saint murmured the name of the divine technique.
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Inside the Sword-Cleansing Pavilion, Jiang Zhiwei stepped out of her cave dwelling, gazing at the omen as she leisurely walked to the edge of the sea of clouds, a faint smile gracing her lips.
In a secluded chamber, Su Wuming, who had been exploring the myriad worlds with his consciousness, also opened his eyes. His gaze was as still as a deep lake, without the slightest ripple.
Inside the Huamei Villa, Master Da Lu set down his flower hoe and closed his eyes, sensing the unique essence of the Celestial Realm and the legend itself, verifying his own path.
“Is it him?” The same thought passed through each of their minds.
Across the True World, all gazed upward, filled with both awe and anticipation, feeling as though they were witnessing history unfold.
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Countless rays of light burst forth, and lotuses of golden light gathered into a platform, carrying Meng Qi, who formed the Infinite Seal, soaring upward through countless layers of obstruction.
At that moment, the heavens and earth suddenly changed. The sky darkened, and calamities of thunder, fire, and chaos appeared together. Five-colored elements, the Four Symbols, black and white, and shadowy forces coalesced into a heavy stone gate, blocking Meng Qi’s ascent. The mere sense of terror radiating from it could tear apart a Law Body cultivator.
This was the trial of the “Legend’s Gate,” manifesting as a closed, nearly impenetrable stone door, with faint sparks and thunderous bolts striking down.
Meng Qi’s expression remained unchanged, a faint smile on his lips. Suddenly, the Infinite Seal in his hands lifted, and a point of deepest, darkest void emerged, transforming into primordial chaos, surging upward.
Returning to his innate nature, reflecting the original Primordial Unity, the Infinite Seal formed naturally, requiring no external force!
The chaos was indescribable, neither fast nor slow. As Meng Qi ascended, it swallowed the sparks, dissipated the lightning, and returned all the falling calamities to their primordial state.
In a flash, the chaos struck the “Legend’s Gate” head-on.
Boom!
The “Legend’s Gate” trembled violently. With a single mournful groan, it burst open, as easily as a small boat caught in a storm before Meng Qi’s effortless advance.
Boom!
In the True World, the Celestial Realm disappeared, and an illusory gate adorned with Daoist patterns emerged in the sky. With a creaking sound, it slowly opened, revealing a chaotic expanse behind it. Golden beams of light cascaded down, each infused with the essence of natural laws, Daoist principles, and martial cultivation. Any cultivator capable of seizing even a fragment of these truths would reap immense rewards.
“The Gate of Dao! The omen is the Gate of Dao!” Wu Yanping nearly jumped to his feet. This omen was even rarer than the rarest. In ancient times, it was said that only one person had ever witnessed it, though no one knew who.
Clutching the Myriad Worlds Universal Symbol, Wu Yanping hesitated for a moment before hastily posting a message identifying the omen as the “Gate of Dao.” Then, he jumped out the window, spreading his arms to bask in the golden rays of Dao emanating from the gate.
This omen was a blessing for all beings!
…
Bi Jingxuan extended her right hand, catching a ray of golden Dao light and sensing its profound mysteries.
Her gaze flickered, and she sighed softly, “The Gate of Dao… the Jade Void Yang Jian…”
In ancient times, aside from naturally born legends, only one cultivator had ever witnessed the “Gate of Dao” omen—Yang Jian, the Marvelous Dao Lord of the Clear Source!
Even the Human Emperor had not witnessed this omen, instead displaying the rare dual omens of “A Single Spark” and “Sage Virtue Nourishing All.”
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“So it really is him,” Han Guang chuckled, his tone complex.
“So it really is him,” Masters Da Lu, Jiang Zhiwei, Kongque Taili, and others similarly confirmed the identity of the self-proven legend.
It could be none other than the name “Jade Void!”
Some felt relieved and astonished, others joyful and surprised, while still others were shaken and bewildered.
How soon had he pierced through the mysteries?
In such a short time, he had become the sole legend across all worlds!
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As soon as Meng Qi passed through the “Legend’s Gate,” he felt his true nature, his primordial spirit, and even his physical body undergoing transformation. In an instant, he reformed into a Law Body and continued to ascend. Deep within his consciousness, memories of martial cultivation surfaced, undiminished and complete.
More importantly, his perspective had changed. It was as if he were now gazing down upon the True World and countless universes from an infinite height. Every point overlapped, and to him, there was no distance—everywhere and nowhere.
His consciousness spread, connecting to the visible parts of the universe. His “Other Self” rapidly expanded, absorbing the ocean of energy. In other worlds, “projection imprints” formed naturally.
In response, within the True World, the sky suddenly turned pitch black, then began to reveal countless stars—more than ever before. It was as if the stars of all worlds had gathered, forming a vast sea of dazzling light, dreamlike and surreal.
“A Sea of Stars, the mightiest of all,” Wu Yanping, still immersed in the Dao’s golden rays, sighed involuntarily.
For Law Body cultivators, this omen was almost predictable, hence only worthy of admiration.
Inside the Eastern Lapis Light Land, Meng Qi’s form seated before the Moonlight Bodhisattva continuously restructured. His acupoints gave birth to universes, his inner scenery manifested countless heavens, his primordial spirit returned to its true nature, which resided in the innate, divided into chaos, with Primordial Unity seated at its core.
Brilliant lights erupted, and the nascent form of a multiverse expanded and stretched, striving toward reality yet still tinged with illusion.
Creak!
The nascent multiverse trembled slightly, causing ripples across the Eastern Lapis Light Land. Beyond its borders, resplendent radiance coalesced in the firmament, stacking into tiered cosmic realms. At the heart of this celestial congregation, an ethereal Ninefold Netherworld and Celestial Dominion materialized—shrouded in misty ambiguity, resembling yet another boundless cosmic expanse.
“Namo Bhaisajya-guru-vaidurya-prabha-tathagata,” the Moonlight Bodhisattva intoned softly, his expression subtly shifting.
“The fourth omen?” Wu Yanping’s mouth hung open in disbelief.
No text had ever mentioned a fourth omen!
What kind of omen was this?
He felt his understanding was insufficient.
Even Masters Da Lu, Su Wuming, Jiang Zhiwei, and others were astonished, unable to identify the omen. Only Han Guang, Qi Zhengyan, Prince Wang, and Liuluo from the Immortal Realm of the Su Maiden nodded thoughtfully.
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Deep within the cosmos of the True World, a seemingly ordinary star, upon closer inspection, was actually a mountain—large enough to rival a star.
Two Daoist-clad men stood atop its peak, gazing at the strange phenomena high above.
“Two Worlds Standing Together!”
“This is a Transcendent Omen!”
The legendary cultivator had witnessed the Transcendent Omen of “Two Worlds Standing Together!”
How could this be?
“It is said that if someone from our sect attains the Primordial True Body, this omen will appear during their legend…” one of them mused, frowning.
The other hesitated before asking, “But who could possibly attain the Primordial True Body?”
“Regardless, the first self-proven legend of this era has appeared. According to the Heavenly Venerable’s instructions, we must awaken him early,” the first Daoist said solemnly.
They quickly descended the peak and ventured deeper into the mountains.
And this star-sized mountain bore a name written in vermilion:
“Jiuxian Mountain!”
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Bi Jingxuan stood by the pond, watching in astonishment as the three Chaos Green Lotuses rapidly accelerated their growth.
Across the hidden corners of the True World and the depths of the starry sky, the emergence of the first contemporary legend stirred countless energies. Many ancient immortals and deities were about to awaken.
In their slumber, they all murmured the same words:
“Two Worlds Standing Together, ‘Primordial Emperor’ Su Meng!”
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In the darkness beyond the reach of the Lantern of the Wanderer, the Doomsday Ark still could not find the boundary. Shao Xuan and Xi E focused their minds, communicating with the Absolute Blade, seeking a way to escape the strange barrier of the Lantern-Bearing Divine Envoy.
High above, an indifferent pair of eyes silently watched.
At that moment, Shao Xuan’s violet lightning saber suddenly blazed with light, breaking free of his control and soaring upward.
Following its path, Shao Xuan and Xi E saw a massive, jade-white hand emerge from the darkness, gently grasping the hilt of the Absolute Blade.
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