Chapter 765 - 490: A Century of Martial Tao! (Double Length)

Chapter 765: Chapter 490: A Century of Martial Tao! (Double Length)

In the Prince’s Western Garden, a lake flowed beneath the pavilions and corridors, both banks adorned with clusters of flowers. A gentle breeze swept through, lifting countless fallen leaves and petals into the lake, embellishing its surface.

From beneath the lake, many colorful koi fish poked their heads out, opening their mouths to swallow these flower petals.

Not far away, there was an artificial mountain with a cascading waterfall, the sound of water echoing softly in the garden, truly making one feel relaxed and at ease.

Song Changming changed into a loose-fitting dark patterned robe and sat leisurely beside the pavilion corridor, occasionally glancing at the waterfall and then at the many aesthetically pleasing ornamental fish in the water.

However, his mind was not focused on admiring these sceneries.

"With my current strength, I have a chance of defeating a Martial Arts Grandmaster with Late Realm Cultivation, but the span of strength at the Late stage Grandmaster is vast; not all can be surpassed..."

Cautiously, Song Changming pondered his current true strength and the level of cultivation he had attained.

The battle with Situ Ming convinced him that even without wielding a sword, with bare hands alone, he possessed the strength of the Late stage Grandmaster!

Once the sword was drawn, his power would only increase, not to mention the stronger trump cards and lethal techniques yet to be revealed.

Now, even among Late stage Grandmasters, his true strength was certainly not weak.

He was confident of victory against Situ Ming, and similarly against Prince Cui, who had not long entered the Late Realm; if it came to a real fight, he was sure he could win!

Comparing it this way, Song Changming’s current strength was indeed frighteningly powerful.

Even among the entire cohort of titled kings, his personal strength was definitely in the upper ranks, perhaps even among the best.

Thinking this way, Song Changming felt a surge of emotion.

"A hundred years have passed in this lifetime, and I never would have imagined being able to reach such heights on the path of Martial Tao..."

A generation of Grandmasters, Grandmaster Realm!

It seemed if he stretched his neck a bit more, he could catch a glimpse of what lay at the end of Martial Tao.

Reflecting on the path he’s traversed, during the Da Han Era, what he saw among those Jianghu so-called top experts were merely martial artists who had just begun to master Qi Refining and Qi Manipulation.

Later, after the change of dynasties during the Da Lai Era, he glimpsed the Innate Realm, thinking that was the pinnacle of Martial Tao.

But after arriving in Ancient Abyss Country, he learned that the Innate Realm was merely the foot of yet another mountain’s peak.

Now, looking up, the Grandmaster Realm was the peak of martial power for the Three States Human Race, a deterrent against the Demon Race’s strongest forces.

And now, he had reached it!

The hundred-year path of Martial Tao had occasional bumps and obstacles, but most of the time was smooth sailing, merely the accumulated fruits of daily effort.

All this was thanks to his diligent efforts and his unwavering determination and resolve, like an immovable rock!

"As for the title, it’s merely embellishment." Song Changming murmured to himself, his thick-skinned face long trained to be impervious to blade, qi, and thunderfire.

At this thought, someone suddenly flashed in Song Changming’s mind.

It was the Human Race emperor seated high on the throne of the Cloud Palace, Emperor Yun.

He couldn’t help but wonder, able to command thirty-six titled kings of Yun Province, what kind of power was that always lofty Emperor Yun?

Was he at the Late stage Grandmaster? Grandmaster Perfection? Or perhaps stronger?

Since probing emperors was a grave disrespect, Song Changming had never privately asked Prince Cui.

He had met Emperor Yun three times, but each time only sensed Emperor Yun’s extraordinary aura, akin to an Immortal God, brimming with Spiritual Qi, appearing immensely mysterious and uninvestigable.

This was a trait he couldn’t perceive in other Martial Arts Grandmasters.

He didn’t know if it was due to treasures Emperor Yun hid on him or the unique constitution of Emperor Yun himself, or simply the result of profound cultivation...

Unable to see through Emperor Yun, he couldn’t use him as a target to chase or surpass.

But this wasn’t an urgent matter, for there were only three Human Race emperors in the world.

Emperor Feng, Emperor Miao, Emperor Yun.

He had no interest in becoming the fourth Human Empire, naturally not aspiring to align with these emperors.

The God-devouring Saber placed beside the stone table emanated a deep aura at this time.

Its ferocity was completely impossible to ignore.

Pa!

Song Changming’s large hand gripped the sword hilt firmly, exerting Giant Strength, seemingly forcing the ferocity back.

During this Cloud Fighting, the ferocious Sword Spirit monster was extremely disappointed and upset with Song Changming for not using it to dominate.

"It won’t be long..." Song Changming calmly said.

He had thought about drawing the sword in the Cloud Fighting, but this God-devouring Saber was too ferocious, and its power too great.

He feared that if he was even slightly careless, a single slash could kill someone instantly.

Though those Grandmaster Martial Artists seemed individually powerful, hailed as martial elites from various regions, under Song Changming’s sword, it was unclear whether they could withstand even a single round.

There was no way around it, wielding a sword, Song Changming’s attack power was excessively fierce.

...

The next day, Song Changming intended to go out for a walk.

He had been to Cloud Emperor City several times, but always with tasks, arriving and leaving hastily, rarely having the chance to leisurely explore like now.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but the emperor commanded that titled kings from various regions must not have close contact with the Imperial City.

This included Song Changming, as the Grand Marshal of Prince Cui, and his trusted aides, who couldn’t linger in the Imperial City to avoid gossip.

"Lord Song, are you going out? Should this old servant prepare a carriage for you?" the old steward respectfully asked upon learning that Song Changming planned to leave the mansion.

"No need, I’ll just go for a walk myself." Song Changming waved his hand.