The words served as a clap of thunder.
"Martial Spirits weren’t needed to cultivate here in the Canglan Continent fifteen thousand years ago?"
Qin Nan's heart shuddered and his eyes widened.
Everyone knew that in the Canglan Continent one would have to awaken a Martial Spirit to become a cultivator, as it would allow them to communicate with the Heavens and Earth to absorb Qi.
Besides that, the Martial Spirits were categorized into the Tian, Di, Xuan, and Huang ranks, with each rank split into a further ten grades. Due to the Limitations of the Canglan Continent, the rank of a Martial Spirit determined the potential of the cultivator.
For example, a tenth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit would never achieve the Martial Dominator Realm.
To rank up further, one would have to alter their destiny.
As such, many diligent, hardworking cultivators could not even reach the Martial Dominator Realm no matter how much effort they had put in.
However, it turned out that everything was just a setup.
"This…"
Qin Nan took a deep breath.
He could now feel that a giant pitch-black hand was looming over the continent, shrouding the path of cultivation from everyone. Those who were below the Martial Monarch Realm were utterly clueless and were trying desperately just to acquire a higher rank Martial Spirit.
"This world is darker than you and I can imagine. Be it the God Ranking and the Monarch Ranking, or the people of the South-Heaven Gate, they have sealed the fate of many people just for their own benefits.
"The Canglan Continent has been around for thirty thousand years. Many great talents have tried all kinds of ways before, yet only the senior eight thousand years ago has broken free from the cage."
The young man of the Martial Serendipity Pavilion said with glistening eyes.
"Only the woman in the copper mirror has broken free?"
Qin Nan was slightly startled.
To his surprise, the mysterious woman in the copper mirror was a lot stronger than he had imagined.
"It seems like I'm about to embark on an even greater path."
Qin Nan did not ponder further. He clenched his fists, as flames flickered in his eyes.
He was the owner of the Divine Battle Spirit. He would decide his own fate.
"By the way, senior, do you remember Jiang Bilan?"
Qin Nan asked as he calmed his thoughts.
"Jiang Bilan? I do remember her. She is extremely smart. In terms of intelligence, she is definitely one of the smartest among the people I know."
The Martial Serendipity Pavilion said.
"Senior, Jiang Bilan has turned into a Death Crystal for my sake, drifting in the rift. She's only a step away from death. Could senior possibly keep an eye out for the Death Crystal, and let me know if you manage to find it?"
Qin Nan said in a heavy tone.
He had achieved the half-Martial Monarch Realm and in half a year's time, he would achieve the Martial Monarch Realm on his own.
Half a year might seem long, but it would be gone in the blink of an eye.
Therefore, he had to locate Jiang Bilan beforehand. Once he successfully achieved the Martial Monarch Realm, he could use the primary monarch force to help her.
"Death Crystal?"
The young man of the Martial Serendipity Pavilion was startled.
With his knowledge, he immediately came to a realization.
Once Qin Nan achieved the Martial Monarch Realm, he could insert the primary monarch force into the Death Crystal, thus granting Jiang Bilan a high chance of achieving the Martial Monarch Realm on her own as well.
With Jiang Bilan's intelligence, once she achieved the Martial Monarch Realm and lent Qin Nan a hand, the chaos the two would stir would be even more terrifying.
"If that's the case, I will search for it."
The young man of the Martial Serendipity Pavilion calmly said as he collected his thoughts.
"Thank you, senior."
Qin Nan brought his fists together.
"I almost forgot to mention. In the lower district of the Eastern Continent, a peak Martial Progenitor Realm beast with a fairly outstanding lineage paid a visit to your father. He gave your father and your clan some precious gifts.
The young man said as a thought crossed his mind.
"A beast with fairly outstanding lineage?"
Qin Nan was slightly startled, but he soon came to a realization.
The beast must be Longhu.
"Who would have thought, that guy's cultivation has also reached the peak Martial Progenitor Realm…"
Qin Nan wore a smile.
He clearly remembered the lump on Longhu's forehead and the way he stared at the girls on the street with drool dripping from his mouth.
"Are you planning to pay a visit? Your father does miss you a lot."
The young man asked when he keenly noticed Qin Nan's change of emotions.
"It's fine. Senior, thanks a lot. I'll be going."
Qin Nan shook his head. He brought his fists together and left the Martial Serendipity Pavilion.
Now was still not the time.
Once he achieved the Martial Monarch Realm and shocked the entire world, he would then reunite with his people. He would return to the lower district of the Eastern Continent with endless glory and reunite with his father.
Now it was time for him to give it his all.
Little did Qin Nan know that as he left, a terrifying white figure appeared in the Martial Serendipity Pavilion.
It was the Magical Hair Sword God.
He had actually not left yet.
"We all know there are five ways for him to achieve the Martial Monarch Realm, why only tell him two? Besides, you already knew that he wouldn't massacre cultivators for no reason, so he would choose the second way?"
The young man of the Martial Serendipity Pavilion asked.
"That's right, I want him to go to the Dao Origin Heavenly Mountain to achieve the Martial Monarch Realm."
The Magical Hair Sword God said in an honest tone.
"Why is that?"
The young man had a confused look.
"Since the very beginning, either in the Canglan Continent or in that place, those with great talent need a grand stage to display themselves. It is essential that the authorities are there to witness his statement.
"The first way or the other three ways can still trigger the Tribulation, but I have a feeling that something unpredictable will happen, stopping him from achieving the Martial Monarch Realm.
"If Qin Nan wants to succeed, this is the only way."
The Magical Hair Sword God said calmly.
"It does sound reasonable. The senior eight thousand years ago ended up waging a war against the South-Heaven Gate, who successfully broke free from the seal and ascended to the Nine Heavens."
The young man said thoughtfully.
"Of course, I have lots of actions going on from my end too. Once Qin Nan achieves the Martial Monarch Realm, it'll be the day to draw out my sword too. It'll be time to stir great chaos across the whole continent."
The Magical Hair Sword God said as his eyes emitted a terrifying flicker.
"Lots of actions? Could it be that you've managed to convince those old men?"
The young man was surprised.
"Of course."
The Magical Hair Sword God slightly nodded.
"Damn, when I visited them, I even promised lots of benefits, yet they were not willing to help me. Why would they agree to your suggestion? This…"
The young man was left speechless.
"Enough with that, come, we'll go meet Dao Origin."
The Magical Hair Sword God disappeared.
"Sure."
The young man performed a hand seal, firing a stream of will into the rift before the entire pavilion vanished into thin air.
At that instant, no one was aware that the most terrifying storm since the battle fifteen thousand years ago was slowly brewing.
