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He was like any ordinary person in this world, an unassuming face with long hair that hung loose behind him and knotted on top, and strands of white hair interspersed near his temple. The only feature of his that stood out were his eyes, eyes that seemed to contain the stars of the surrounding sky. With just a glance, the guard Zhang Chongtian felt as if his soul was frozen. At the true chakra rank, he himself was a powerhouse in this world, yet to think that he was so fragile he could not take a single glance - truly, the path of cultivation was long and difficult! "You've grown up," Xu Qingshan said, feeling gratified. Xu Qingshan was feeling surprised inside, for his son had endured the silence and hadn’t spoken. The strong must be able to endure the loneliness — ah! "Father, you're getting old," Xu Zimo said, trembling, as he looked up at his father’s graying hair. He suddenly felt all his emotions, bottled up in his previous life, welling up inside him. Back then he and the protagonist, Chu Yang, had made a three-year pact to fight at Concealed Dragon Gorge, but in the end, he had been defeated by the latter and was beaten down into the abyss. In an instant, it seemed like all the emotions came flooding out, in the previous life, he and the main character, Chu Yang, had made a three-year pact to fight against a pale dragon stream, but in the end, he was defeated by the other and was beaten down into the abyss. In order to avenge Xu Zimo, his father had poured out the full strength of the entire clan to hunt down Chu Yang, but he did not expect the other party to grow at an unexpected rate. Chu Yang had escaped time and time again, becoming stronger and stronger until he finally grasped Three-Foot Azure Front and slaughtered the entire True Martial Saint Sect. I heard that the battle had shook the sky and the earth and shattered the mountains and rivers. My father eventually lost to Chu Yang's sword. If Sect Leader hadn't come to his rescue and put an end to that incident, I'm afraid my father would have been in danger. But his father couldn’t bear the blow and went back to the mountains and forests, and Xu Zimo never heard from him again. But no one had expected that when he had fallen into Concealed Dragon Gorge, he hadn’t plunged to his death, but had instead come across some fortuitous opportunities. It was then that he had begun to cultivate in earnest, desperately longing for strength. Eventually, he broke through to the divine chakra rank and sought out to get his revenge from Chu Yang. However, I had never thought that the opponent had come across fortuitous opportunities incomparably better than mine. With his numerous trump cards, Chu Yang had knocked every ounce of Xu Zimo's pride into the clouds. ........... Back in the present, Xu Qingshan handed over a token to Xu Zimo and said softly, "You are now at the age where you should cultivate. Go to Hidden Technique Pavilion and choose a suitable technique for yourself. “This token can allow you to enter the highest part of the Hidden Technique Pavilion, where there are true transmission techniques of the four Immortal Emperors, and as for which one to choose, it's all up to you." Xu Zimou took the token and nodded heavily. In fact, he had already seen the four true transmission techniques in his previous life. But there was no way he would admit to that. Many things had to be hidden. It was impossible for him to reveal the secret of his rebirth, and Xu Zimou still didn’t know the true use of that bead. "I don't want to interfere too much in what you cultivate. Which technique you want to cultivate also depends on your interest — in the end, everyone has to walk on their own path..” Xu Qingshan paused. "You are now like a carriage driving near the edge of a cliff, and all I can do is remind you not to let the carriage fall off it. As for whether this wagon is to go east, west, north or south, it's up to you to grasp it." Xu Zimo nodded. He understood what his father was saying. In fact, whether it was the true transmission techniques left behind by the Immortal Emperors or the ordinary cultivation techniques, in the end it didn’t matter. Even if others leave behind powerful techniques, it still would be a path that belonged to someone else and couldn’t ever be a perfect fit for you. "Go. Your mother recently went back to your grandfather's house, and I hear that their Ten Chakras fruit is about to ripen. Your mother wants to help you get the last one," said Xu Qingshan with a smile. "Practice well. Don't let your father down." "Let you down?" Xu Zimou murmured, then nodded heavily. In his previous life, he did let his father down. At least, he hadn't thought about cultivating properly until he had been knocked down by Chu Yang into Concealed Dragon Gorge. He had thrown himself into the flowery world of alcohol. He had been the Young Master of the True Martial Saint Sect, and scores of people had to wag their tails like a pug upon seeing him. He lacked nothing and could not have a better life, so why did he have to work hard to cultivate? It took him a long time to realize that in this world there was no such thing as true peace. There were only others taking care of you. ........... Leaving his father's Qingshan Peak, Xu Zimo walked straight towards the Hidden Technique Pavilion. He looked at the behemoth that was silent in the immortal mist, this sect truly carried too many legends. True Martial Saint Sect was not an ordinary sect — it was a four-emperor imperial immortal sect. In the vast, tens of thousands of years of history of the True Martial Saint Sect, there had been four Immortal Emperors. What was an emperor? The strongest of the era! Legend had it that in each era, the world would give birth to a Heaven’s Will, and the one who could stand out from the millions and shoulder it would be the age’s Immortal Emperor. ........... One hundred thousand years ago, the Central Yuan Continent was still in the Desolate Era, a time when humans were as puny as ants, as small as sand and dust. A man named Zhen Wu had embarked on the journey with a sword, and after a lifetime of training, he ignited the divine fire, congealed the Immortal Emperor's throne and shouldered Heaven’s Will. Eventually, from atop the sky, the man had declared, "Heaven’s Will shall only have me!" That marked the end of the Desolate Era and the start of the unprecedented Emperors Era. "We wish to honor you as the strongest," countless people had shouted loudly, prostrating themselves under the might of the True Martial Emperor. ........... The True Martial Emperor shouldered Heaven’s Will and eventually arrived at the extreme west of the Eastern Continent and established the True Martial Saint Sect. On the day the True Martial Saint Sect was established, congratulations had come from all directions, pilgrimages were made from all over the world and countless people had crowded together to join this sect. Countless sects had vied to attach themselves to the True Martial Saint Sect. Since then, all the ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers in the extreme western land had been divided under the control of the True Martial Saint Sect, and it had stayed that way, even until now. ........... Thousands of years later, another man had walked out from the True Martial Saint Sect. The name of this man had long been forgotten. However, nobody could ever forget the three swords he had carried, a memory that could still cause people to shudder in fright today. "Chopping Immortal, Demon Slaying, True Self." With these three swords, that man had suppressed an entire age. He was the seventh Immortal Emperor of the Emperors Era, and the second Immortal Emperor of the True Martial Saint Sect. "Three Swords Emperor!" ........... It took another ten thousand years for the third Immortal Emperor to appear from the True Martial Saint Sect. "Soaring Emperor." Among so many Immortal Emperors throughout the ages, the Soaring Emperor wasn’t the most stunning. His speed, however, was ranked among the top of all the Immortal Emperors. In the late age of the Soaring Emperor, this man had looked deep into the end of the heavens and the earth. “I will use my feet to travel through the mountains and rivers, to witness the splendor of life, and to soar to the top of the sun and moon.” Then he left, leaving the world with only the shadow of a legend.