Dying Out Art

The knowledge left behind by the three Immortal Emperor had brought the True Martial Sacred Sect to an unprecedented prosperous period.

But everything in this world has its own laws of development—prosperity never lasts!

For the tens of thousands of years after that, the True Martial Sacred Sect never had an Immortal Emperor again.

Although it remained a giant, it must have fallen since its heyday.

Just 3,000 years ago a girl came and broke the deadlock.

That girl had been living in an ordinary small village somewhere in the land under the rule of the True Martial Sacred Sect.

She had lived an ordinary life for 15 years, until one day, when she witnessed a fight between two powerhouses of the Void Vein realm. They had passed through the sky above his small village as they fought.

At that moment, the seed to a new world had been planted in his young heart.

She traveled far and wide, filled with admiration, to join the True Martial Sacred Sect. But she had been eliminated during the talent qualification test because of his mediocre spiritual roots.

But the girl didn't want to give up. She had been kneeling in front of the stone steps outside the sect gate for 7 whole days.

In the midst of the blowing wind, the scorching sun and the pouring rain, she didn't have a drop of water or a bit of food.

Even though she was just an ordinary human, she managed to survive the torment.

His entire consciousness was faintly hazy, but she managed to hold on and didn't faint. The steadfastness of his will moved one.

After a while, still within the True Martial Sacred Sect, an Outer Sect Elder looked at her with pity and accepted her as his disciple.

She was like a frog that wanted to jump out of a deep well, unwilling to stay in a corner.

Originally, she was like an ant that could only crawl between heaven and earth, crawling and crawling.

Until one day, when the crawling ant suddenly stood up, and people finally realized that this ant had grown to be equal to heaven itself.

During his time, there were too many extremely talented people.

But in the end, no one thought, a girl with mediocre talent had suppressed the era.

"Great Heavenly Empress!"

It was the girl's honorary name back then.

Among the many Immortal Emperor of various ages, the Great Heavenly Empress was clearly the most shining.

Not only did his radiance envelope the world in his own time, but he even surpassed the Immortal Emperor since.

The Great Heavenly Empress had led the True Martial Sacred Sect into another heyday.

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As he recalled the history of the True Martial Sacred Sect, Xu Zimo gaze turned deep. One day, his name would also appear among the splendor of the vast starry sky.

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The Scripture Pavilion was located at the core position of the True Martial Sacred Sect. It contained all the Cultivation Techniques and Vein Techniques that the entire sect had gathered since its founding.

One might imagine that this pavilion would have a grand and imposing atmosphere, but it was the opposite.

Ancient trees covered the sky while spiritual grass covered the ground. Flowers compete for beauty, while colorful butterflies fly. Rare varieties of medicinal chickens lined up around, eating insects and fertilizing spiritual grass.

The 18-story pavilion stood quietly, as if whispering its story that spanned tens of thousands of years.

The roof was turquoise, woven in pale yellow, with jade tiles and a bright red roof.

The sides of the roof are carved with various exotic animals.

There are eagles spreading their wings, cheetahs growling, and lions in the wild.

There was no one guarding the Scripture Pavillion door, but Xu Zimou could feel a subtle aura that made his heart flutter.

There was a high-level formation set up around this area to protect against intruders—even individuals with the Sacred Vein Realm would not be able to escape easily.

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Xu Zimou placed the token through a slot in the door—a Sect Elder guarding the Scripture Pavillion would identify the tokens and then grant their permission.

The light curtain on the main door disappeared, and Xu Zimou walked straight into the pavilion.

At first glance, the layout of the 1st floor looks simple, with tens of thousands of neatly arranged bookshelves.

The Vein Technique and Cultivation Techniques that were placed on the bookshelf were enveloped by a curtain of dim light.

At the very front of each bookshelf is a small sign with the name and purpose of the appropriate technique and grade.

Xu Zimou didn't stop moving. He directly walked to the highest floor of the pavilion, the 18th floor.

The light on the 18th floor seemed a little dim. No bookshelves — just four statues.

It was as if these four statues were in their respective places.

Xu Zimou stood in front of them, looking from left to right.

The first statue is of a man with long hair hanging over his shoulders, a majestic body and a gaze as deep as the sea.

It was a man who stepped on mountains and rivers with only his feet and shoulders against the sky.

The second statue was also a man, but he gave off an extreme feeling, as if this man had abandoned everything to pursue the end!

Lonely and arrogant, he carried three strange swords behind him.

The moment one would look at the sword, they would understand that this was a pure swordsman who had spent his entire life trying to reach the pinnacle of the sword path.

"Live by the sword, die by the sword."

The third statue gave off a feeling of being very far away, as if he was close to the eye yet far, far away.

He walked between reality and emptiness, only to pursue the ultimate meaning of that speed.

The fourth statue is of a woman, her long hair flowing behind her body, a veil covering her face whose appearance can cause the downfall of the country.

It's hard to put a finger on her style. At first glance, she will give you a feeling of innocence and liveliness, reminding you of the girl next door, a girl with a ponytail, a girl who reminds you of your first love.

At a second glance, she seems to be a charming seducer, instantly igniting a fire in your heart.

At a third glance, she would appear like a warrior goddess who could kill people without blinking, with strong conviction and unmatched strength.

At the fourth glance, she would be the empress above all else. All creatures are just ants in front of her, and in front of his strength, there is no such thing as prosperity.

Xu Zimou studied the statues of the four Immortal Emperor of the True Martial Sacred Sect, his deepest feelings with deep adoration.

He did not intend to cultivate other people cultivation techniques because in his previous life, he had walked his own Heavenly Path, which belonged only to him.

However, he had to pay attention to the situation. In order to maintain appearance, Xu Zimou chose the Three Blades Immortal Emperor cultivation technique.

He had admiration for the dao of extreme swords like the Three Blades Immortal Emperor, and moreover, it was according to his plan.

Xu Zimou placed his hand on the statue and closed his eyes. He calmed his mind in an attempt to understand.

He felt his mind shrouded in white mist and a wave of memories merged into it.

This was precisely the Three Blades Immortal Emperor cultivation technique—[Dying Out Art].

Everything begins with death, and everything also ends with death!

Starting with death, ending with death!

After obtaining the cultivation technique he wanted, Xu Zimou prepared to leave.

However, before he did, he glanced at the corner of the pavilion with deep meaning and with a faint smile, then he turned to leave.