When Ye Mo first arrived, he didn't get along well with these old things. After all, although the people here had all broken their Martial Dao, each and every one of them was an incredible figure from the past and present. Only those who had reached a certain level could live in this manor.
But when they heard Qing Xuzi talk about Ye Mo's experience, they were very impressed by this young man. After all, his Martial Dao had been broken, and he had been forced by the Supremes. He was the first person in history to be able to do that.
Immediately, Ye Mo got along well with this group of people, even calling them brothers. One had to know that almost all the people here were experts from the ancient times, experts from the five Major Worlds that hadn't stabilized yet. In terms of seniority, they were many times higher than Ye Mo. If people from the Heavenly Emperor Sect knew about this, they would all be shocked.
Although their strength was no longer the same, they had made a lot of contributions to the Heavenly Emperor Sect. Their children were all important figures in the Heavenly Emperor Sect.
"Old Drunkard, don't lie to me," Ye Mo said. "In this Martial World, how can there be experts with an Innate Ability Index of 70 million?"
Ye Mo couldn't help but say.
"Little Brother Ye Mo, you haven't lived through our era. An Innate Ability Index of 70 million was nothing."
The Old Drunkard drank a mouthful of wine and said drunkenly, "There were people who had an Innate Ability Index of 100 million. Unfortunately, those powerful experts only had powerful Innate Abilities and the bravery of ordinary people. In the end, they couldn't beat others, and were all imprisoned in the Evil Prison. Otherwise, the Martial World wouldn't be so peaceful."
"Old Drunkard, so you've seen the Supremes of the five Major Worlds?"
Ye Mo asked curiously.
"Yes, I've seen them. Back in the day, I even fought them together. Their talent is nothing compared to the real geniuses, but they've all become Supremes."
The Old Drunkard shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Let's continue playing chess."
"Old Drunkard, don't play chess with little brother Ye Mo," another old man said. "You've been playing chess for millions of years. How can little brother Ye Mo be your match? Even with so many of us combined, we can't beat you in chess."
Another old man couldn't help but come over and say something.
"Do you really think I'm playing chess?"
The old drunkard glared at Ye Mo and gulped down a mouthful of wine. His lazy voice gradually turned serious. "Little brother Ye Mo, how long have you been with us?"
"Three months!"
Ye Mo replied.
"Based on my observation of you over the past three months, you still haven't given up on martial arts."
The Old Drunkard said lightly, "Do you see our chess game? You're the black piece, I'm the white piece. From the start of this game, the black and white pieces will kill each other. Both the black and white pieces will be sacrificed. In the end, I'll win, and we'll continue playing. In fact, isn't the entire martial arts world the same? Let's use the ancient times as an example. The Five Supreme Rulers were the white pieces, and those imprisoned in the Evil Prison were the black pieces. In the end, the Five Supreme Rulers won, and you and I are just like them. We are just black and white pieces that were sacrificed. Once we are sacrificed, we can no longer return to the game. "
"Old Drunkard, I understand what you mean. However, I am still somewhat unwilling."
Ye Mo shook his head and said, "Is there really no way to return to the game after abandoning a chess piece?"
"Isn't it the same for us?" The Old Drunkard shook his head and said, "Back then, when my martial arts were destroyed, I was dispirited for tens of thousands of years. I drank to drown my sorrows, but what was the use?"
The Old Drunkard shook his head. "Back when I became a Sovereign and condensed my Martial Dao Core, I should have expected such an outcome. No one can guarantee that their Martial Dao will continue on forever. It's just like in the mortal world, no one can guarantee that they'll be able to live forever. However, being an abandoned chess piece shows that the ones who control the outcome of this game of chess aren't us chess pieces, but the players. If you truly want to return to the chessboard, then you have to transcend it and become the player."
"Old Drunkard, what do you mean by that? Could it be that you know something? "
Ye Mo asked curiously.
Back then, Xiao Qing also said that the universe of stars was a huge game of chess.
"Since your martial arts are broken, I'll just say it," the Old Drunkard said calmly. "Only by reaching the level of a Supreme Ruler can you transcend this game of chess. Your so-called master is White River. We've heard of his deeds. His talent is indeed terrifying. I'm afraid that among us, no one can compare to him in terms of talent. But he's still a chess piece."
The Old Drunkard said calmly.
A hundred years later!
A hundred years had passed since the Asura's Gate War. The entire Great World of Martial Dao had once again returned to its former tranquility. Geniuses from various sects continued to cultivate and temper themselves. The various forces were still fighting each other, all of them striving towards the goal of becoming a top-ranked force.
The Calamity Gate returned to normal. The two Ninth Generation Demon Infants cultivated even harder, their cultivation advancing at a rapid pace.
As for the Eternal Gate hidden in the Ghost Valley, it didn't stop operating because of Ye Mo's death. Instead, it grew stronger. Many geniuses advanced to the Sovereign Realm and entered the Eternal Gate to cultivate.
There were no ordinary warriors in the Eternal Gate. All of them were geniuses with strong martial arts talent. Although they couldn't compare to White River, they were much more terrifying than most geniuses.
As the Eternal Gate grew stronger, the Eternal Gate could no longer hide. In a mountain range in the Mixed Energy World, the Eternal Gate chose a mountain range with good terrain, set up camp, and established the sect.
But to the public, it wasn't the Eternal Gate, but the Eternal Sky Gate. It was just an ordinary sect.
As time passed, a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
The former genius disciples grew into the true pillars of the sect. They were no longer warriors who had just stepped into the Grotto-Heaven Realm. Instead, they were experts in the Fourth or Fifth Realm.
As for Ao Zhongjian, he finally took over the position of the Invincible Sect's Clan Leader. He was also the youngest Clan Leader in the Invincible Sect.
And Xiu 12, who had been imprisoned for a thousand years, returned to the Asura Clan after disappearing for a thousand years. He resumed his position as the Deputy Clan Leader. After a thousand years and ten years, he reached the Fourth Realm of the Grotto-Heaven Realm.
When Xiu 12 appeared in front of everyone, no one talked about the Battle of the Asura Clan anymore. Although Ye Mo had defeated Xiu 12 back then, Ye Mo had already fallen. And Xiu 12's legend had only just begun. In the future, he would also become a true expert in the Martial World.
The Great Snow Mountain in the North of the Asura World.
White River stood at the peak of the snow mountain with his hands behind his back. He raised his head and looked at the void. "Disciple, how are you doing?"
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