Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 395: Chapter 257: Out of the Coffin_1

“How, how is this possible!?”

Gazing at the person awakening in the Mysterious Ice coffin, Su Shaoqing’s eyes widened to their limit in an instant.

Was it an illusion of life and death intertwining?

Or…?

“Huh!”

In the midst of shock and confusion, which hadn’t yet settled, he felt a piercing wind coming from behind, with the force of a dragon and tiger bearing down on him.

All of a sudden…

“Boom!!!”

A loud bang, and the ice crystals shattered, cold air spreading like smoke.

The green bamboo staff was swung, like a wild dragon rampaging forth, yet it struck only empty space, plowing a deep ravine through the frozen earth and snow.

An attack that was meant to be decisive, had it actually missed the mark?

Who had interfered?

At such a critical juncture, in such a situation, who else could interfere?

Shi Wei’s eyebrows knitted tightly, a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart, he hurriedly looked ahead.

All he could see was the cold air like smoke, ice crystals scattered on the ground, and in the chilling night wind, there stood two figures, one tall, one short.

The short one hardly needed mentioning, it was Su Shaoqing, who was severely injured and at death’s door, his powerless body leaning against someone’s leg to avoid collapsing to the ground like a heap of mud.

And the one he was leaning on…

Black hair like ink, robes as clean as washed jade.

A tall figure, deep and immovable like a mountain.

Calm eyes, unfathomable as an abyss, as if they contained the truths of ten thousand daos.

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Shi Wei’s pupils constricted, he stopped in his tracks, his body frozen in shock, disbelieving at the sight before him.

“Boom!!”

Above the sky, a loud noise echoed as the giant shadow of the Demon God was split by the light of the Red Star saber, and two figures fell roughly to the ground—one body tumbling in a proud descent.

It was none other than the second envoy of the Demon Sect and Chen Pojun, who had clashed in a desperate move.

Even though it was a desperate fight, no life or death was determined, the second envoy from the Demon Sect landed in disarray while the Blood Master, Zhang Ren, was pale as a sheet, and Ghost Raksha, Du Xinyu, was bleeding from the corners of her mouth, both bearing saber wounds in their chest and abdomen, the Red Star saber light lurking within, like a maggot in one’s bones, impossible to dispel.

Looking at Chen Pojun, he was still as arrogant as ever, more domineering, his armor and Mysterious Iron Divine Weapons were undamaged, which showed the advantage he had in the earlier exchange of ultimate moves.

However…

As soon as he landed, he saw the turn of events in the field and that person’s upright figure, along with Shi Wei’s horrified expression.

“This…”

“How is this possible!”

“Huh!?”

With a glance that touched upon that person’s figure, no matter if it was the severely injured second envoy from the Demon Sect or the unapologetically arrogant Chen Pojun, all couldn’t help but change their expressions.

Shock, shock, shock! Horror, horror, horror!

All four were momentarily speechless, and the scene instantly fell silent.

Only Su Shaoqing managed to lift his head with difficulty, looking upon that very familiar yet utterly foreign figure, his eyes hazy, he murmured a question, “Ancestor, is it really… you!?”

In his words, fear penetrated, afraid that this was all a fantastical dream that would vanish like a bubble with a touch, never to return to reality.

“Ancestor?”

Xu Yang lowered his head and cast his gaze downward upon the severely wounded man, then turned his eyes to the surroundings: “I’ve actually… returned?”

In his words, a touch of surprise shone through, as if he hadn’t expected to come back to this world himself.

Indeed, it was surprising!

He had actually come back, returned to the world of “The Twin Dragons of the Great Tang,” oh no, “Great Zhou Heavenly Martial,” and was reborn in the body of “Xu Qingyang.”

How had he achieved this?

You must know, when he left this world, he had died of old age in the Temple of the War God. Even if Zhuanzhou Mengdie were to return to this world, logically, he should have inherited another person’s body.

Why had he returned to “Xu Qingyang”‘s body?

Could it be that Zhuanzhou Mengdie’s Divine Soul had not only the power to heal fatal injuries but also to extend life essence again?

But even so, how was this body preserved, given that time in this world flowed at a ratio of three hundred sixty-five to one compared to the real world? Since his death, at least ten thousand years had passed.

Ten thousand years!

Even a Great Return to Void Cultivator would have turned to dust, ashes to ashes, vanished into nothingness.

And when his life had ended in the Temple of War God, he was only at the level of the Martial Path holding the core, equivalent to Yuan Spirit Foundation Establishment. Although his body was strong, it was far from being immortal, unlike a corpse of an Integration Great Power from the Mysterious Heaven Sect. How could it be that after more than ten thousand years, the life essence would continue, and he would be reborn from death?

Not just that, this body still retained a living essence of flesh and blood, and even martial cultivation, Inner Yuan power, as if in these ten thousand years, he had never actually died, only been spirit-traveling the vast void with a soul separated from the body, which is why this body maintained its vitality, its flesh still alive with life force.

How could this be?

Xu Yang did not know.

But he didn’t dwell on it much either because the current situation didn’t allow for extensive contemplation.

Chaotic thoughts came to an abrupt end.

Looking up, he saw different reactions from different directions.

“Heaven Martial Emperor!?”

“How can this be possible!?”

Equally filled with disbelief and not daring to act rashly, Chen Pojun looked at the person before him, suspicion heavy in his imposing eyes, yet hesitant for the moment.

The others were in a similar state, filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Grand Ancestor of Zhou Dynasty!

Heaven Martial Emperor!

The Martial Path legend from fifteen thousand years ago, the unbeatable story from fifteen thousand years ago.

The founder of the Divine Martial Era, the one who laid the foundations for the Martial Path, an individual whose greatness wasn’t buried even by the cataclysm that shattered an entire era.

He abolished Buddhism, slew Daoism, punished Confucianism to correct the law, extinguished the doctrines of The Three Sects, defeated every Grandmaster in the land, ruled the human realm for eight hundred years, commanded respect from the mighty ones of the world, forcing the strong dragons of the ten directions to bow their heads, silencing black and white paths, Demon Sects’ Sacred Places, noble families from within and beyond the seas, and all sorts of tumultuous powers, making Qiankun peaceful and the universe serene—the unparalleled sovereign.

Divine Martial Ancestor, Heaven Martial Great Emperor—Xu Qingyang!

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