Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms

Time flows, years transform.

Even the mightiest of martial artists cannot withstand the erosion of time. When peerless experts age and their life spans near their end, they refuse to fade away quietly.

Thus, some prepare their tombs in advance, sealing away all that belongs to them, in hopes of one day reviving or ensuring their legacy lives on for future generations.

The places where they are buried, when discovered by people after countless years, become... ancient Martial Tombs.

Upon witnessing the scene before him, Ye Han was almost instantly certain that this was an incredibly precious, ancient Martial Tomb.

This is the Netherworld Realm, which in ancient times was part of the Shenwu Continent, and possibly even connected to the Primordial Void Domain. It was normal for sects and clans of martial artists to exist here.

It's not surprising to find ancient Martial Tombs here!

"It seems someone has discovered this Martial Tomb before me."

"I wonder if the treasures inside have already been taken? Regardless, I must take a look."

Ye Han's thoughts shifted as he weighed the pros and cons, quickly making his way through the canyon and soon arriving at the base of the cliff.

Bury the heavens and netherworld!

Witness the cycle of sun and moon!

Below the powerful and imposing characters was an ancient, rust-covered stone door.

The stone door was already open!

After hesitating for five breaths, Ye Han resolutely stepped inside.

Having come this far, there was no reason to retreat.

The moment he entered the stone door, Ye Han saw a deep passageway.

On both sides of the passageway, mysterious patterns flickered and changed, seemingly Inscriptions, yet different from any he had encountered before.

If nothing unexpected happened, this place was originally engraved with mysterious Inscription arrays, but as time passed, the Inscriptions faded, and the power of the arrays weakened, leaving many arrays broken and easily breached.

Ye Han noticed traces of sword cuts and blade marks - signs that others had forced their way in, and not just one or two people.

Walking along the passageway, which was no more than a hundred meters long, Ye Han suddenly saw a vast stone hall appear.

The walls of the stone hall were carved with sun, moon, stars, and ancient divine mountains.

Each stroke contained an invisible momentum that was awe-inspiring.

At the forefront was a central Throne, upon which lay a skeleton that had been dead for who knows how many years, likely the owner of the Martial Tomb.

At the same time, a refreshing fragrance filled the air.

This fragrance made the entire Martial Tomb devoid of any sense of decay, instead filling the space with vitality.

Ye Han immediately noticed that on both sides of the Throne, there were small pools containing milky white liquid.

"Spirit liquid?"

Ye Han couldn't help but blurt out.

Spirit liquid came in two types: one born from the heavens and earth, sun and moon; the other, concocted by Alchemists using many great herbs. Either type was extraordinary, more precious than Elixirs of the same level.

He understood why so many powerful Monster Beasts were drawn to this great canyon; their keen sense of smell must have been attracted by the scent of the spirit liquid.

Unfortunately, the intelligence and means of Monster Beasts were ultimately limited; they could not enter this Martial Tomb.

"Who's there?"

At that moment, several voices rang out simultaneously.

Ye Han looked over and immediately saw that there was an Inner Chamber within the stone hall.

The Inner Chamber was open, and five disciples, each carrying a war sword and with a stern aura, walked out.

"Outer Sect disciple Ye Han, greets the senior brothers!"

Ye Han looked at the five, a glint of light flashing in the depths of his pupils as he clasped his hands in greeting.

"An Outer Sect disciple?"

The five exchanged glances, seemingly all breathing a sigh of relief.

In an instant, Ye Han saw all five relax, sitting cross-legged on the ground, beginning to circulate their divine power to heal their injuries.

"An Outer Sect disciple dares to enter the Netherworld Realm?"

One of them lifted his eyelids, scanning Ye Han while continuing to cultivate.

Ye Han looked distressed: "I was ordered by Ye Zhixuan to enter the Netherworld Realm to search for a certain herb. I stumbled upon this place by chance and mean no offense to the senior brothers. I will leave immediately."

"Stop!"

The man continued: "Ye Zhixuan? Who is that?"

"She is an Inner Disciple personally promoted by the Child of Reincarnation, possessing the Heavenly Dragon Battle Physique. Our mission to enter the Netherworld Realm to search for herbs is also to aid her cultivation of that physique."

The helplessness on Ye Han's face was evident.

A place like the Netherworld Realm, even Luo Tianzheng would be reluctant to tread lightly, let alone an ordinary Outer Sect disciple like him.

Hearing Ye Han mention the Child of Reincarnation Feng Wuliang, the five seated disciples all laughed.

Their eyes met, and in an instant, it seemed they understood each other's thoughts.

"Ye Han, it looks like you're Ye Zhixuan's Sword Servant?"

The man in front smiled gently.

In the Primordial Void Domain, those powerful martial artists often had Sword Servants by their side, much like the Swordsmanship practitioners.

But to put it nicely, they're called followers; to put it bluntly, Sword Servants and the like are nothing more than servants to others.

"Yes!"

Ye Han's expression changed, seemingly reluctant, but he nodded helplessly in agreement.

"That Ye Zhixuan is too overbearing!"

"To send you, a Divine Power Realm Outer Sect disciple, into such a dangerous place to search for herbs for her."

"I, Zhao Li, have always disliked such overbearing actions. Ye Han, you're lucky to have met us. Once we're out, I'll personally confront Ye Zhixuan and persuade her to release you from your Sword Servant status."

The man continued to speak, his eyes showing a hint of indignation, seemingly standing up for Ye Han.

"Indeed, how can a man be a woman's Sword Servant? Rest assured, Ye Han, all five of us will support you." Another spoke up.

"But..."

A look of joy flashed across Ye Han's face, yet he hesitated.

"How can a man with ambition hesitate like this?"

"Stop with the 'buts'. Come over here, Ye Han, and cultivate with us!"

"There are some legacies in this ancient Martial Tomb that we can share with you. Perhaps when you leave, your realm will have greatly improved, and you might even be promoted to an Inner Disciple, completely unafraid of Ye Zhixuan."

Zhao Li gestured invitingly.

"Alright!"

Ye Han clenched his teeth and finally made up his mind.

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He stepped forward, and in a moment, he was beside the five men.

"Ye Han, what is your realm? Let me see. Depending on your current state, we might be able to help you improve your strength."

Zhao Li reached out his arm, smiling as he grasped Ye Han's arm.

"Fourth Layer of the Divine Power Realm, nothing special."

Ye Han spoke with a sense of dejection.

Boom!!!

A surge of great power suddenly burst forth from within Ye Han.

Almost at the same moment, Zhao Li's divine power roared, erupting along his arm.

As their arms touched, both their expressions changed...

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