Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

A catastrophe threatening the True Spirit Continent was effortlessly resolved by Xiao Ye.

After the disaster, the entire True Spirit Continent was in an uproar.

Emperor Xiao opened a new door for the Martial Artists of the True Spirit Continent.

The prestige Emperor Xiao possessed was indelible, etched into the hearts of all Martial Artists, making them realize that there is a vaster world beyond the Great Emperor.

As a pioneer of the True Spirit Continent, Emperor Xiao had already paved a path for them in this world.

And three days after the apocalyptic crisis, Emperor Xiao fulfilled his promise to lecture on the Tao for the Martial Artists of the True Spirit Continent.

On that day, Martial Artists from all over the True Spirit Continent gathered in the Three Alliances Domain.

Except for Duanmu Kun, all other Great Emperor Disciples arrived.

Amidst the attention of millions, Emperor Xiao appeared stepping through the air like a divine being, sitting atop a high peak, surrounded by countless anomalies, while the sounds of ancient scriptures echoed across the Heavenly Dome.

With Xiao Ye’s current realm, reviewing the Martial Arts Realm of the True Spirit Continent was like a high school student revisiting an elementary school textbook, every word and sentence pointed directly to the Origin of Martial Arts, beyond what any Great Emperor could compare.

This lecture lasted for nine days, with ten Martial Artists breaking through to the Half-Emperor Realm on the spot, and many others gained tremendous benefits.

In the following lectures, more people broke through, marking the most glorious period in the history of the True Spirit Continent.

Not only did the number of Half-Emperor strong people exceed a hundred, but even Great Emperors were plentiful.

The gratitude of teaching is akin to rebirth!

Xiao Ye’s selflessness once again won everyone over, and he was thoroughly deified on the True Spirit Continent, surpassing even the Human Race Four Emperors.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

In the imposing and majestic sect of Wuji Sect located in the Three Alliances Domain.

"No, that’s not right!"

"It’s still not right!"

"Nian’er, your enlightenment in Martial Arts is still too low, if this continues, no matter how strong you become, it will be difficult to break through."

"I will suppress your cultivation and turn you into an ordinary person, so you can focus solely on honing this set of fist skills and rely on your own understanding of Martial Arts to unleash its full power."

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Xiao Ye’s hair hung loose as he sat cross-legged in the courtyard. He occasionally opened his eyes to glance at Xiao Nian, who was practicing fist techniques, continuously offering guidance.

During this year, apart from teaching the Martial Arts to the Martial Artists of the True Spirit Continent, he stayed focused on spending time with his family.

He held high expectations for Xiao Nian.

After all, he was his own child, carrying part of the Emperor’s Technique of Chou Gushen, laying a broad road for the Emperor’s Dao.

But precisely because everything went smoothly for him, he neglected his own enlightenment in Martial Arts.

In this regard, Xiao Nian was even inferior to his disciple Lin Wen.

"Is father too strict, considering how few people on the True Spirit Continent are my match?"

As one of the peak strong people of the True Spirit Continent, Xiao Nian was suppressed to appear as an ordinary person in front of Xiao Ye, honestly practicing his fist techniques.

"Hmm?"

"What is happening, have I been suppressed so much that I can’t even perform a single set of fist skills?"

"Back then, father severed the past ways and laws yet still reached immense grandeur!"

Through Xiao Ye’s continuous guidance, Xiao Nian widened his eyes.

With his realm suppressed, unable to even activate the Emperor’s Technique he possessed, the fist skills in his hands felt weak and devoid of spirit.

"It seems Nian’er’s comprehension is quite admirable." Xiao Ye saw this and smiled slightly.

The fist skills Xiao Nian was performing were casually created by him, and only with sufficient enlightenment in Martial Arts could they unleash their power, unrelated to cultivation.

"Junior brother, not everyone is as absurdly talented as you are, right?"

"Our Nian’er is still so young, achieving such feats is commendable, do you intend for him to become an Emperor right away?"

At this moment, Bing Ya, dressed in simple clothes, approached with a slight scold, while also calling Xiao Nian over for a rest.

"Yaya..." Xiao Ye shook his head helplessly.

Bing Ya was perfect in every way except for spoiling Xiao Nian too much.

Yet when Bing Ya called out, Xiao Nian turned a deaf ear, utterly engrossed, endlessly pondering and analyzing.

The more he pondered, the more he sensed the vast and profound nature of this set of fist skills, remarkably akin to returning to truth, a feeling that deeply attracted him.

"You father and son are something else, I’m leaving you two to yourselves." Bing Ya stomped her foot, left a remark, and fluttered away.

"Nian’er has begun to comprehend, next, it depends on him, as long as he overcomes this obstacle, becoming an Emperor is within reach." Xiao Ye’s figure flickered, arriving in midair.

His spiritual sense expanded, and instantly everything within the vast Wuji Sect appeared in his mind.

Contemporaries like the Emperor Wu Di, Absolute Emperor, Prince Donghuang, Huang Taiji, and others had been shamelessly residing in Wuji Sect all this time.

At this moment, they were all intoxicated by digesting the Martial Arts enlightenment imparted by Xiao Ye.

As for Taiyi Palace Master, Xiao Dashan, and Wu Ming, the three New Emperors, they were observing the Spirit Grade Cultivation Method gifted by Xiao Ye.

Despite their forced breakthroughs via the Spirit Transformation Pill, lacking corresponding Martial Arts accumulation, it wasn’t impossible for them to condense a Spirit Seed.

Considering Xiao Ye had no shortage of Cosmic Spiritual Treasures.

Because of Xiao Ye’s lectures, a cultivation frenzy surged across the True Spirit Continent, with major sects abandoning disputes, and each Martial Artist seizing time to cultivate.

"It seems the Cosmic Spiritual Treasures I brought back have found their utility."

"Perhaps in the future, the True Spirit Continent can become an Intermediate Plane, or even a Holy-grade Plane."

Taking in the current scene of the True Spirit Continent, a smile crept on Xiao Ye’s face.

The True Spirit Continent was his homeland, housing his family and friends; he couldn’t protect it constantly, only with self-strength can eternity be attained.

"I need to devote myself to cultivation as well."

"For some reason, I have a hunch that returning to the Blue Demon Star Domain might bring major events."

Xiao Ye looked up at the void.

Returning to the True Spirit Continent was temporary, his battlefield lay in the Three Thousand Great Realms.

"But even with the million reserves of White Light Stone Milk left in the Taishan Star Domain, breaking through to the Heavenly Spirit Realm isn’t easily achievable." Xiao Ye’s figure flickered as he explored a spot to enter the Time Tower.

During the two-year journey from Spirit Capital of the Blue Demon Star Domain back to the True Spirit Continent, he continually refined the Colorless Stone Milk for cultivation.

However, his Tai Chu Spirit Seed felt like a bottomless pit at this stage, never filled, let alone blossoming into a Spirit Seed or advancing to the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

The Heavenly Spirit Realm of the Taichu Ancient Scripture was like a curse, unbreakable.

"It’s truly unexpected that in this era, there’s still a little guy practicing the Taichu Ancient Scripture."

"Moreover, you’ve obtained the supreme treasure of my clan, the Time Tower..."

A suddenly cold and proud voice echoed on the fifth floor of the Time Tower, causing Xiao Ye to abruptly open his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

Only to see, the Time Rain Stone, appearing like an ordinary stone, floated up, seemingly with a pair of cold eyes, gazing at him.