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Within the borders of the state of Wei, there was a mountain named "Zhengxuan".

The venerable Guadao Zhenren, a master of the Eastern school, practiced profound cultivation here, harmonizing with the dragon qi of this region. The famed "Dragon-Tiger Altar," renowned throughout the land, also resided permanently atop Zhengxuan Mountain.

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Emperor Wei Xuan of the Great Wei Dynasty, fully robed and adorned today, performs a ceremony of enthronement here.

Today is New Year's Eve.

“The Great Wei Dynasty prospers, may Heaven's mandate reign eternally! Through ages past, it has accomplished great deeds, bringing order to the world. Now, there is a Son of Heaven in the Great Wei, who walks the path of righteousness and virtue..."

On the summit plaza, the ceremony was underway. Officials held their decrees aloft and prayed to heaven; their voices rang out in perfect harmony, majestic and powerful.

Wei Xuance wore the Pitian Crown, with nine streamers suspended above it. Standing before all the officials, his figure was tall and straight, his demeanor imposing and weighty, yet his mind was not on the ceremony of enthronement.

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"Go and ask the Grand Tutor, how is General" he transmitted.

Yan Shaofei, standing not far behind Emperor Wei, was now the Taipu Temple Qing of the Wei state, in charge of all transportation throughout the land. Of course, he didn't really handle things himself; specific affairs were managed by several deputy qings. His main duty was to drive the emperor's carriage at major ceremonies and accompany him, acting as his bodyguard.

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To be able to guard the Son of Heaven in this kind of situation, one must naturally be among the most trusted of the emperor's confidants.

He held his sword, gave a slight bow, and stepped down from the altar without any expression. Leaving the mountaintop plaza, he came to the Hall of Two Instruments.

The host of the Dragon-Tiger Altar, Dongfang Shi, was also in his ceremonial robes today. He sat cross-legged on the altar in the center of the hall, surrounded by acolytes with dots of cinnabar on their foreheads. A foot-long sandalwood incense tree stood like a forest around him.

The man burned incense for ink, used smoke as a writing surface, and created paper from clouds. With a solemn expression, he was diligently writing the "Heavenly Record" in worship of Heaven and Earth.

“Eastern Sect Master,” Yan Shaofei bowed his head in greeting, then relayed the Emperor’s words.

Upon receiving the emperor's inquiry, Dong Fang Shi wrote with a flurry, his tone tinged with resignation: "Please report back to your Majesty, this old man is also very curious. Currently, the Longhu Platform is isolated both internally and externally, and I am also outside its gates."

Weiguo's great general Wu Qin, putting aside all military affairs, left his daily personal training of soldiers and entered the Longhu Altar to practice seclusion. He had been there for over three months.

The imperial court sealed the news from the outside world, releasing countless smokescreens. But top figures within the Wei court were all eagerly anticipating it.

Even Wei Xuanche, who needn't have appeared on Zhengxuan Mountain, came in person today, elevating a customary New Year's Eve sacrificial ceremony into a state-shaking enthronement ceremony.

The so-called feudal system of sacrifice is nothing but boasting. To offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, to the sovereign, it shows the achievement of a long reign that is not easy.

While the accomplishments of Emperor Wei Tianzi in terms of governance and military prowess are certainly commendable, to elevate them to the level of enthronement ceremonies and boasts about surpassing ancient and modern times would be somewhat excessive.

The Eastern Master understood in his heart that this was the emperor displaying his martial prowess in advance.

When the current emperor established the martial arts system many years ago, at a time when martial arts were not widely recognized, he resolutely staked the nation's fortunes on it. He used the power of the state to promote martial arts, establishing martial academies of different levels across the country and issuing the "Martial Arts Treatise" in order to "enable all Wei people to practice proper martial arts."

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Wei state's martial spirit was the fiercest in the world.

In terms of contributions to martial arts, the people of Wei surpassed all others.

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Years of hard work and dedication are rewarded with a bountiful harvest.

Once martial arts are fully mastered, the Wei state will leap forward as a whole and lay the foundation for its hegemony!

Of course, the best-case scenario would be for General Wu Xun to take that step.

Wu Qin reached the pinnacle of his achievements, and afterward, by utilizing the merit of opening up the great avenue, he attained supreme transcendence. From then on, the Wei state dominated the south bank of the Yellow River, truly possessing the demeanor of "viewing the scenery across the river."

Even though the strongest individuals at the peak transcend everything and are not involved in worldly affairs, theoretically they wouldn't participate in worldly power struggles. However, safeguarding the nation isn't difficult for them. Unless a war threatens the entire country, resulting in a life-or-death struggle, no one would truly uproot the foundation of someone beyond the reach of such powerful beings.

After Huang Wei's true return, Chu Tianzi immediately began national reforms. Although the situation was a serious illness that was difficult to cure and had reached the point where he had to wield the knife, there were also factors contributing to this aspect.

Wu Qin sat in the Guanlong Tiger Altar, today was exactly the ninety-ninth day.

Wei Xuance's enthronement ceremony today is precisely to elevate the national power of Wei to propel Wu Xun forward.

Then, Yan Shaofei exited the main hall and returned to the plaza, coming to stand behind Emperor Wei.

"Everything went smoothly." he told the emperor.

If things weren't going smoothly, Wu Xin should have come out by now. No news is good news; it means there's still hope.

Didn't the emperor of Wei understand this principle

He still had to send Yan Shaofei to ask because it was a critical moment in history. The fate of the nation for a thousand years hung in the balance. He felt both anxious and apprehensive!

"Today, it is the third ninth of the thirty-ninth year according to the Daoli calendar." Emperor Wei said, "One day later, it would be one year later."

The Fengchan Grand Ceremony was still ongoing, and the intricate rituals made everything seem very drawn out.

Yan Shaofei stood quietly behind the emperor. He couldn't help but think—I wonder where Wang Ao, Cao Yuxi, Ji Jinglu, and Shu Weijun are now

Before the veil of mist hangs heavy, who will be brave enough to take the final leap

All under heaven!

In the long wait, a voice suddenly came to my ears.

Yan Shaofei raised his eyes and looked forward.

The Dragon-Tiger Altar master, Dongfang Shi, held an unfinished celestial chart in his hand and suddenly rushed onto the plaza, waving it in the air. His face was completely out of control, his excited voice distorted: “Quickly gather the national force! The General has broken through and is about to ascend!”

On the vast mountaintop plaza, most people were bewildered. A smaller group of informed individuals, however, were ecstatic.

This is a great celebration for the entire state of Wei!

Before the Eastern Master could finish speaking, Wei Xuanche, overwhelmed with joy, already held out the Great Wei Imperial Seal in one hand and stepped onto the Altar of Heaven with one foot. With a flick of his left hand, he pulled out a decree that had been prepared long ago, and with a press of the seal in his right hand—

No need for palace intrigues, no need for intermediaries. Emperor Wei Xuan of the Great Wei Dynasty personally wrote a letter to General Wu Qinxi and personally bestowed upon him a seal! The country's fortune is bestowed in its entirety, and fame and wealth are granted without limit!

A colossal magic altar emerged from the heavens, appearing like an immortal palace, radiating a profound and mysterious aura as it hung above the peak of Zhengxuan Mountain.

Two majestic phantoms, towering and reaching for the heavens, stood guard on either side of the altar. They were the Wind-Riding Light Dragon and the Winged Thunderbolt Tiger.

The great treasure of the Wei imperial court, the Dragon-Tiger Altar, a celestial artifact!

Everyone present could feel it, a powerful aura emanating from within the magic circle.

As if a volcano that has slept for eons, it is about to erupt after millions of years of subterranean flow!

But at this moment, the Emperor of Wei suddenly trembled. He tightened his grip on the jade seal. Although his face remained calm and composed, this subtle change in emotion was not missed by Yan Shaofei.

He also knew the reason.

Because at this moment, his Dao heart was also touched by a great resonance.

He was born in Wei, grew up in Wei, and over the years he has been following martial arts together with Wei Xuanche, and also seeking guidance from Wu Xun. After decades of personal experience with martial energy, he had a sudden realization at this moment.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be an eternal barrier...broken!

That aura... that aura that shook the heavens!

Yan Shaofei suddenly turned, his eyes flashing with flame, and he saw—a dazzling display of martial prowess, surging from the west. The aura of martial arts was awe-inspiring!

At the peak of martial arts, someone is climbing to the top.

But that man was not Wu Xun!

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The imposing momentum of the Dragon-Tiger Terrace seemed to come to an abrupt halt.

The five greatest martial arts masters of this era have all reached the pinnacle of their abilities.

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At this point in cultivation, the path ahead is a dead end. There are no roads left in the martial arts world. Now it's an abyss with no bottom and endless fog. No one knows what lies ahead before they truly leap out.

But one thing is certain—if, at this final stage and on the brink of the last moment, both sides were to forcefully attempt a crossing, almost none would have a chance of success.

With other martial arts masters having gone before him, Wu Qin could only wait.

“Who is it” Dongfang Shi, unlike the Emperor Wei who showed his emotions plainly, remained composed as he floated in the air, his face contorted with alarm and anger.

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The great peng spreads its wings, covering the East China Sea. Searching for plum blossoms in the snow, one branch is missing.

As the nation soared, just one step behind, he, as the Great Wei's Grand Astrologer, how could he not be astonished, how could he not be enraged Holding a celestial chart in his hand, with a flick, flames erupted. He was about to calculate using his fingers.

Yán Shào fēi completely believed that at this moment, Dōngfāng shī had the intention to block their path!

"Grand Tutor!" Wei Xuanche flipped his hand and said to Ning Ran, "The path to enlightenment comes with its own pace. Ascending to heaven requires a slow and steady approach. Taking one step slower might not be a bad thing. Remain calm."

The actions of the Eastern Master's incantations were abruptly halted, and he was pressed down onto the sacrificial platform, unwillingly awaiting before Emperor Wei.

"Your Majesty—" Dongfang Shi began.

Wei Xuanche waved his hand, stopping his advice: "This is a time when hundreds of boats compete in the current. Whether you take one step faster or slower, it's all about your own destiny. Throughout history, there has never been anyone who achieved transcendence by stepping on others. This path, if someone else walks down it, doesn't mean you can follow."

“At this point in martial arts, there is no way forward. What is needed is the courage to say ‘none of you can match me.’ We have been tearing down others all over the place, which only brings shame upon General and tarnishes our martial virtue, clouding our Dao heart.”

This ruler of Wei was most eager to take the final step in martial arts, it was Wu Qin. Yet, at this crucial moment, he also remained the calmest: "A general needs autonomy in battle. This is the battlefield of the Great General. Let us see what kind of support he seeks. We are both outsiders and should not meddle."

He was setting his heart on the East, but wasn't he also setting his own heart

Though he rules over the world, this matter is comparable in importance to the entire world.

One step away, who would be willing

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Those who are unwilling to submit to heaven's mandate,are they not numerous in the east alone

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From the bottom of the abyss to the peak of glory, there is only one step.

This step, throughout all ages, has separated countless talented individuals.

Throughout history, there have been many prodigies who achieved great things in their time. Those who dared to say "they will surely become immortals" are few and far between in each era.

This is still the mainstream path of cultivation in the present world, with countless experiences from predecessors.

From the twenty-sixth heaven of martial arts to the twenty-seventh, there's only one heaven apart. It's just like the spine dragon moving up one segment.

When manifested on an ordinary adult, it would be about an inch long.

It is within this single inch of distance that countless prodigiously talented warriors have been buried.

In the mist at the peak of martial arts, there seems to be only one right path. It is as thin as a thread, yet it pierces through the boundless abyss. It is just one among countless choices.

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But only when you step out will you know if you've missed your footing.

From "this shore" to "the other shore," falling are many martial arts masters who have struggled and persevered throughout their lives.

Now, in the West.

The world's greatest martial artist, Wang Ao, took that step.

His body, a paragon of martial prowess, stood at the summit of Mount Hongzhuan.

At this moment, atop the mountain peak, only he stood alone.

The renowned general of the Qin state, Wang Zhao, who was considered a true man of his time, had been blasted down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a bottomless human-shaped pit.

Wang Ao never bowed his head.

It wasn't that he looked down on Wang Zhao or disregarded him completely. It was that after landing this punch, everything had been settled. At this moment, his heart was filled with only martial arts. He could only move forward, not backward; he could only ascend, not descend.

He cannot bow his head again, he cannot look back!

A warrior's body on the mountaintop becomes part of the mountain. Wang Ao's name stands for the peak, also representing the ultimate limit of martial arts. His ascent to higher places is also the process of the world's martial arts rising.

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War is the path to peace.

The martial arts have no end.

For millennia, countless warriors have broken their heads and spilled their blood, yet they still continue to move forward.

Wang Ao stopped.

His feet stood firm on the mountaintop, as if rooted in the earth.

But his vital energy surged like a dragon, roaring like a tiger.

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His will was like a beast trapped in a cage, rolling endlessly within this world. The world itself was his prison!

To the west, a plume of smoke rose from the horizon, reaching high into the sky as if it would never end.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

There seemed to be thunder rumbling within him.

His physical body remained on the peak of Hongzuka Mountain, but his spirit had ascended to an infinite height.

All the Daoist True Lords throughout history stood here, overlooking the countless beings.

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This realm is "in harmony with heaven."

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The world of martial arts is desolate.

Unlike the mainstream "Tao" which originated from ancient times and has long stood at the peak, there have already been people who jumped above that peak.

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Wang Ao looked around, but there was nothing in front of him. Only a vast fog, concealing an endless abyss, the grave of warriors.

From now on, every step he takes forward represents a new limit in martial arts, defining the highest position of martial arts.

He clenched his fist, drawing his fingers tight. This grip was a fully drawn bow!

The wind suddenly ceased, and all sounds died away. Only the sound of his meridians, pulsing with a vigorous, relentless tension, could be heard.

He punched out with his fist.

Space is truly a thin sheet of paper, and time is softer than tofu.

The world was undisturbed, save for the rifts that appeared—manifestations of a shocking electrical charge across the globe!

Regardless of east or west, north or south, today we all witness this celestial phenomenon.

This punch shattered the barrier of heaven that had existed since time immemorial.

If Jiang Wang were still in the celestial state, he should become Wang Ao's obstacle on his path to Heaven.

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But now, he is just a leisurely boatman paddling down the Sigh River.

Wang Ao strode forward alone.

His body was the hardest iron in the world, and his spirit was the fiercest fire.

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Ahead, the mist stretches endlessly, with no end in sight.

Wang Ao once again clenched his fist.

Born into the Cao family, Cao Yuxi carried illness from birth. He was frail as a child and received little attention among his many siblings. He diligently trained in martial arts, hoping to lessen his ailments and ease his mother's worries.

Having falsely reported his age by two years to join the army, Wu Qin grew up in the military ranks, rising from a common soldier to a general. He realized that under the existing military system, the Wei state's army had little chance of surpassing the powerful armies of the dominant nations. He decided to personally learn martial arts and experience firsthand what it meant to be a "warrior."

Born into a noble family, Ji Jinglu also had his own unspoken desires and unwillingness. All the hearts that refused to submit finally became drops of blood and sweat falling in the endless night, growing into strength in every muscle.

Born into poverty, Shu Weijun first participated in the puppetry selection, entering the martial arts world simply to avoid stealing and robbing so he could eat more. To be able to withstand more blows from the puppets and last longer in each round, thus completing the puppet examination task better and earning more rewards, he diligently practiced his skills...

In this world, everyone has their own reasons for moving forward.

Wang Ao doesn't think his reasons are more noble than anyone else's, nor does he think he suffers more than anyone else.

But who else but I would travel this far

He punched towards the eternal mist shrouding the peak of martial arts.

He represents countless martial artists who have fallen over millennia, once again challenging the heavens with his fist.

Is there a way!

Thanks to the book friend "Mingxin Jianxing Xiaotongzi" for becoming the chief supporter of this book! It is the 761st chief supporter of Chixin Xuntian.

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(The End)med the end of the fate-tablet system.Like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, there is no joy or sorrow to speak of. It's just that old wishes have been fulfilled and the youthful spirit of drinking...