The moment the words left his mouth, his form turned into a stream of light, soaring into the sky, charging straight towards the True Martial Gate above the heavens, moving at extreme speed, fearing that if he were late, the gate would close.
"True Martial Realm, here I come!"
He was not the only one with this thought among the reclusive old masters!
The sudden appearance of the True Martial Gate was an irresistible temptation for any Grandmaster in the Inner Realm.
Entering the True Martial Realm meant a broader cultivation space, purer Primordial Qi... and more importantly, the opportunity to break through the shackles of this world, extend one's lifespan, and strive for the legendary realm of the Martial Saint!
In the southern part of the Southern Domain, in a bustling city.
A ragged, filthy beggar was leaning against a corner wall, basking in the sun, holding half a piece of moldy bun in his hand.
