Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chapter 1059: Chapter 525 Pointing Out the Great Dao

“The Great Wilderness…”

A Celestial Master sighed lightly.

It seems that the Heavenly Reckoner’s divination of fate wasn’t wrong; the path of survival for this world truly lies in the Great Wilderness. Whether to flee or to hold firm, even if one wishes to protect this world, they need to seek opportunities in the Great Wilderness, hoping to ascend to higher levels beyond the Divine Under Ninth Rank. Even if they don’t attain the God Realm, they must at least get closer to the divine to possibly withstand the demon invasion.

However, the opening of the Great Wilderness doesn’t follow a fixed time. When one can step into it depends entirely on when the passage appears. Lately, there has been no news of its appearance for several years.

The people present had mostly made up their minds in secret: once the Great Wilderness opens again, as long as they can go before the demon calamity arrives, they must make a visit. After all, although the Great Wilderness is fraught with dangers, failing to resist the Demon Clan might equally lead to death.

Those who have reached the Celestial Human level and practiced Blood Exchange have never lacked will or determination.

And before exploring the Great Wilderness…

Someone cast their gaze toward the center of the valley, at the Primordial Chart floating in the air.

Hoping that Chen Mu’s transmission of the Dao this time will benefit them, pointing the way for martial artists across the world. Even if they don’t progress much, if there’s just one more direction, one more chance, it would be good.

As Lord of Tianhu Island and others directed their gaze toward the Primordial Chart, suddenly, from the valley’s outer reaches, there came a commotion. The Marrow-Cleansing Grandmasters on the furthest periphery of the valley all stepped aside to clear a path.

Several figures walked into the valley.

The aura of these figures wasn’t very strong, just at the level of ordinary grandmasters. Yet as they walked, the grandmasters from various sects and schools nearby either made way or greeted them courteously. Even the peerless grandmasters ranked within the top ten of Da Xuan’s grandmaster list were polite and greeted them.

It’s not just these grandmasters; as they stepped into the middle of the valley, even those scattered Blood Exchange Realm elders, holding bamboo canes, greeted these individuals warmly.

In the past,

only grandmasters could receive such courteous treatment from those within the Blood Exchange Realm, particularly the royal family of the Da Xuan Dynasty Court.

But now, the Da Xuan Dynasty Court has fallen into dust due to Chen Mu, losing its former glory. The world is divided into nine parts, and the imperial bloodline, princely figures, no longer shine as they once did. The supreme figures of various sects now barely raise their eyes at the royal family.

With the princes no longer glorious, those whom the supreme figures of various sects treat with courtesy naturally stand out: Chen Yue, Xu Hongyu, and other family members of Chen Mu.

“Is that the wife of Saint Chen?”

“Yes, it’s said that when Saint Chen was in his humble beginnings, she met him and provided great assistance. Later, she became his wife. With a husband like him, what more could one ask for in life?”

Someone gazed distantly at Chen Yue, Xu Hongyu, and others, who were respectfully welcomed by many supreme figures in the valley. They couldn’t help but feel deeply moved, especially the younger generation of grandmaster women, who were of similar age to Chen Mu, casting longing glances.

Chen Yue is to be expected; she is Chen Mu’s only sister, tied by indelible blood. But Xu Hongyu was born in a small family in a remote area, reportedly with average talent. If she hadn’t met Chen Mu by chance, she might have merely remained a minor figure in the Five Viscera or Six Viscera Realm, lacking such splendor.

Although those in the valley are at least grandmasters, some can’t help but marvel at the capriciousness of fate.

In a corner.

Two figures clad in black robes also watched Xu Hongyu. Under the robes, their features and figures were identical; they were Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongying.

As Chen Mu transmits the Dao to the world, all grandmasters can come and observe, naturally including them.

“If your Hehuan sect had put in more effort back then, perhaps it would be you walking out there now.”

A voice suddenly arrived.

A young figure appeared nearby, familiar to them; it was Yuan Yingsong, the Princely Heir of North Suppressing Prince Manor who once competed with Hua Nongyue and Chen Mu in the same era, now a grandmaster himself.

Yuan Yingsong now stepped forward, standing in a corner of the valley, inconspicuous, gazing distantly at Xu Hongyu and Chen Yue’s figures, shaking his head as he spoke.

However, hearing this, Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongying only smiled gently.

“We sisters were destined to wander on the edge of death from the moment we were born, supposed to not exist in this world. Surviving until now is already Heaven’s mercy. Serving our master is a fortune bestowed by Heaven; how dare we seek more?”

Hua Nongying spoke softly.

After listening, Yuan Yingsong sighed, “You do see things clearly, but some can’t. They haven’t come.”

Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongying knew who Yuan Yingsong referred to; it was the once publicly acknowledged top prodigy of Cold North, Zuo Qianqiu, before Chen Mu’s rise, who has now entered the Marrow Cleansing Realm, refining the Martial Body, pursuing the path of Blood Exchange.

This valley, while not too large or too small, accommodates over a thousand grandmasters, including some of their old acquaintances, yet lacking Zuo Qianqiu’s presence. It’s uncertain whether he still harbors intentions to compete with Chen Mu or simply refuses to listen to Chen Mu’s teachings.

Yuan Yingsong wore a composed expression.

He himself sees things very clearly. When Chen Mu was still in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, he indeed held ambitions of competing, but when Chen Mu achieved Blood Exchange, swept through the Capital City, subdued the world, and was honored as a Martial Saint, Yuan Yingsong had long since abandoned the thought of rivalry.