blueteamnovel Chapter 81 Zhenwu Sect
Chapter 81 Zhenwu Sect
The north wind was like a knife, scraping harshly against Lu Ming's pale cheeks.
His spiritual energy was already exhausted, and his Xuanhuang Divine Treasury was also overdrawn due to the previous fierce battle, but he dared not slow down his escape speed in the slightest.
The lingering killing intent of the Lieyang Gang seemed to still cling to him; Zhenwu Mountain was his only refuge and refuge at this moment.
Yun Jianxue's sword light dimmed and flickered, and Lu Mingquan held on with sheer willpower.
Finally, as the first rays of dawn pierced the night, a vast mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, displaying a myriad of magnificent sights, suddenly came into view.
That is the Zhenwu Mountain Range, the ancestral holy land of the martial arts lineage.
The mountains stand majestically like a dragon lying on the ground, with peaks piercing the clouds, and the main peak is shrouded in a layer of pale golden light.
The palaces and pavilions are built against the mountain, with a magnificent presence, stretching for countless miles from the foot of the mountain to the summit.
At the main gate of the mountain, two hundred-foot-tall statues of warriors stand, holding spears and halberds, exuding awe-inspiring majesty.
Looking at this sacred place of martial arts, Lu Ming's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. The fatigue and injuries from the days of fierce battles surged up instantly, almost causing him to fall off his sword.
He steadied himself and prepared to land in front of the mountain gate to knock on the mountain and request an audience.
But at that very moment, the Martial Ancestor Token that he kept close to his body suddenly trembled violently!
"Buzz!"
The token, which had been silent for nearly thirty years, suddenly lit up with the mysterious patterns engraved on its surface.
Lu Ming was startled. Before he could investigate, he was enveloped by the light.
The next second, he transformed into a streak of light, ignoring the long pilgrimage staircase in front of the Zhenwu Sect's mountain gate.
Ignoring the layers of protective formations and the defenses of the disciples on duty, it shot straight towards the deepest part of the mountain range!
Deep within the forbidden area of Zhenwu Mountain, in an ancient cave hidden in the mountains, an old figure sat cross-legged, his aura blending seamlessly with the entire Zhenwu Mountain range, as if he had become part of the mountain.
He was none other than Po Jun, the Supreme Elder of the Zhenwu Sect, who was in seclusion.
Unaware of the passage of time and the changes in the world, he had long since integrated himself into the ancestral land of martial arts.
The moment the Daoist aura of the Martial Ancestor's token pierced through the mountain range, Po Jun's tightly closed eyelids suddenly trembled violently.
Inside the cave, the ground cracked, the ancient patterns on the stone walls lit up, and the terrifying, dormant blood energy surged uncontrollably, stirring up gusts of wind.
Po Jun's eyes, which had been silent for countless years, suddenly opened!
His eyes were filled with ecstasy and excitement, and two streams of hot tears slid down his wrinkled cheeks.
"Master...Master..."
Po Jun's voice was hoarse, filled with a longing that transcended eternity, and trembling, "It's Master's aura... so clear, you've finally... finally returned!"
His aura suddenly erupted, causing even the entire Zhenwu Mountain Range to tremble slightly.
This martial arts master had no time to spare for seclusion and vanished from the cave in an instant.
The dark golden light that enveloped Lu Ming instantly shattered the tranquility of the True Martial Sect.
"Who dares to trespass on the gates of Zhenwu Mountain!"
"How dare you! Stop right there!"
"Stop him! This is forbidden territory; do not cross it!"
"Such domineering martial intent! We can't even get close!"
The disciples along the way were alarmed and took to the air to try to stop them.
But everyone was thrown back, and no one could stop them.
At the same time, the statues of the Martial Ancestors in the mountain gate square and the various halls of the sect trembled slightly, and their surfaces shimmered with a dark golden halo that was the same as that flowing light.
The stone statue's eyes seemed to come alive, conveying endless vicissitudes and majesty.
This extraordinary phenomenon caused all the Zhenwu disciples to stop in their tracks in shock and kneel down to kowtow.
The light flowed unimpeded all the way and finally stopped in front of the Martial Ancestor Hall at the deepest part of Zhenwu Mountain.
The palace was simple and unadorned, built entirely of foundation stones cast from divine iron. Two figures were already standing quietly in front of the palace, waiting.
The man on the left, with white hair and beard and a face etched with deep wrinkles, was none other than the Supreme Elder Po Jun, who had arrived in an instant.
His gaze was fixed on the streak of light, and he was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.
The man on the right, dressed in a black robe, exuded an air of authority; he was none other than Gu Yingtian, the current head of the Zhenwu Sect.
He also sensed the strange phenomenon and the aura of the Broken Army, and rushed over, his eyes filled with shock and anticipation.
As the light faded, Lu Ming's figure slowly appeared. His face was pale, his breath was weak, and he staggered and almost fell.
Looking at the two people with burning gazes in front of him, Lu Ming bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, seniors. This is a token entrusted to me by the Martial Ancestor to be passed on to the True Martial Sect." Lu Ming said weakly as he handed over the token with both hands.
Po Jun trembled as he reached out his hands and carefully accepted the token.
Po Jun gently stroked the ancient patterns as if they were priceless treasures.
Suddenly, a vast will descended, the token shone brightly, and the world underwent a sudden change.
Golden rays of light descended from the heavens, piercing through the world. The clouds above the Zhenwu Mountains turned a dark yellow color, and the faint echoes of martial arts resounded in the void.
The Daoist aura, as tangible as a physical entity, swirled around the Martial Ancestor Hall, resonating with the Heavenly Dao at this moment.
On the token, a blurry yet majestic figure slowly materialized—the divine consciousness phantom of Martial Ancestor Pan Yi.
He was tall and straight, his face shrouded in golden light, making it impossible to see his features.
Even if it is formed from a divine thought, it resonates with the Dao!
"Master...Master!"
Upon seeing this figure, Po Jun could no longer suppress his emotions and knelt down with a thud.
His aged body trembled violently, tears streamed down his face, and his voice was choked with sobs, almost incoherent, "Disciple Pojun respectfully welcomes Master back to his position!"
Gu Yingtian was also greatly shocked and immediately knelt down to welcome the illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor.
Seeing this, Lu Ming also bowed his head and stood to one side, his heart filled with awe.
The illusory image of the Martial Ancestor slowly raised its eyes and landed on Po Jun.
His gaze was gentle yet weathered, as if he had seen through Po Jun's eternal solitude and his weathered face.
The Martial Ancestor slowly spoke: "Xiao Jun, you've grown old. You've worked hard all these years."
Those few simple words brought Po Jun to tears. He choked out, "This disciple is not suffering! I only pray that Master is well!"
The illusory figure of the Martial Ancestor nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the entire Zhenwu Mountain Range and then across the whole world.
With heartfelt joy, the Martial Ancestor said, "The lineage has not been broken, and Zhenwu still exists. My heart is truly gratified."