The Spear of Heavens Revolt.

Everyone could feel their heart's still and their breath stagnate. That cold gust that threw away Aqua made them scared. Aqua was a martial artist who focused on her body, she was heavier than a bull and possibly even a stack of thick and dense steel, yet that heavy body was swept by a casual stroke of a broom.

This was only perhaps even slightly considerable if the person had reached the martial peak, they had become perfected martial artists.

Martial artists weren't practitioners of qi or magic they didn't even have special abilities like beasts, they were simply martial artists. Yet as one seemed to reach a bottleneck if they could pass that and reach such a degree that even their humanity is broken through they can reach the peak of martial arts. This has no real difference in one's life span, but it is still the difference of heaven and earth to humans.

Martial artists who had reached the peak could destroy mountains, they could split the seas, they could rip the clouds. Even ferocious beasts were but play things to them.

In all of time there have been said to be 10 Martial artists to have reached that peak. They have all been scattered throughout time. The closest martial god as they call them was about five hundred years ago.

Below martial god is a perfected martial artist. Even the Ice Pavilion didn't have a perfected martial artist only a martial master. A martial master was three classes lower than a perfected martial master.

There were no check points to clearly distinguish which kind of martial artist one was, but perhaps only public sentiment could value that.

Many of the smarter martial artists would discuss and elaborate on what defined the depth of a martial artist. All except Martial god. The martial artists truly felt those heros were gods and thus will never question them.

The old sweeper sighed as he saw sun set and said, "All guests leave come another day. Preferably when the master of this place returns. Leave."

With that he slightly waved the broom and all the Ice Pavilion disciples flew out.

He then turned around gave a lazy stretch as if a street cat and proceeded to go towards the martial house.

Suddenly he said, "Young man, you should heed my words and leave. If not I'll accept your request to stay and bury you here."

He then moved his hand behind him and his index finger held up a thin sword. Behind the sword was a black bandaged man with only two yellow eyes. Shock and fear replaced the cold merciless gold eyes as he gazed upon the small finger that kept him midair with his sword and also stopped his sword.

He flipped away and quickly went to piece the sweeper.

The sweeper moved his broom slightly and the bottom pulled up and blocked the sword. The broom didn't move at all.

The sweeper then slightly tilted his broom and the thin sword bent.

Although the sword was thin, it was made of some very hard metals. Furthermore it was made of many sheets of metal folded and then placed atop each other.

The sweeper said, "Guest should leave."

With that said the Sweeper waved his broom and the bandaged man flew like a leaf.

Yen grimaced feeling a few shivers up and down his spine and asked suspiciously, "Is he a Dokkaebi?"

The sweeper then continued to move away and like that the day had passed, but contrary to belief the three tailed sect was now set alight with gossip and fear.

They all knew the old sweeper, he had been the one who had been here the longest. No one knew his name or what he even looked like. All they knew was at around the afternoon till evening he would come out and sweep with a very heavy metal broom and always smelt of very powerful liquor such that one might get drunk just from smelling him.

Ara brought her two juniors into a closed room as far away from where they knew the sweeper to be sleeping.

Yen said, "Senior sister did you know the old sweeper was that strong, stronger than even master? Is that why you allowed the Ice Pavilion in the end?"

Ara nodded slowly, "It was when I was very young about ten. I had been with master for a year and I had progressed to far. I was arrogant and went all over the central realm bullying others. Master eventually found and warned me of slumbering dragons. I didn't pay heed and kept on bullying. I had incurred the wrath of a senior martial artist and was nearly disabled. Luckily master saved me. He while lecturing me said that I didn't understand the heights of the world and that the old Sweeper I had looked upon in disdain and scorn much like Lucia was actually someone unbelievably powerful. It had obviously been an ancient and master deeply regretted leaking it so I believed the Old Sweeper must be here secretly or for some other reason. Anyway now that the cat was out of the bag master told me. That Old Sweeper was someone the entire central realm had to fear and kneel towards, and that only the great evil in the sea's and their unparalleled king has a chance against him."

Yen asked in shock, "Is he a... a... a martial god?"

Ara said, "I am not sure, but considering how master spoke he might be."

Lucia on the other hand had been the rudest of all people even considering guests towards Im Tae and was shaking ferociously in fear.

Ara after saying this then said, "Now on to more important business. I will find whoever spread the truth of masters absence and cut him to death!"

Meanwhile above a large three which only had two Brothers as tall as it the old sweeper sat with a large gourd sitting on his belly.

The sweeper looked towards the moon, "Chi I wonder if you are happy in the heavens and if you are looking over me. I wish you could still be with me, I would accept all your coldness and beatings without a word then. I don't need what you've given me only your love. My beautiful wife... My beautiful wife..."

The sweeper had deep red cheeks as he cried out sorrowfully towards the moon.

The sweeper seeing a dot very far away then became sober and said, "I'll find the Chaos revival scroll and I'll definitely bring you back, even if I must soak this entire world in blood and kill the most innocent child."

The sweeper shot out dissapearing and appeared in front of an old man with long neatly combed white hair wearing a scholars robe.

The sweeper said, "Have you found it?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes master."

The sweeper that grabbed the old man by his collar and dissapeared appearing atop the clouds.

The sweeper said, "Show me."

The old man said, "Ai. Really master your attitude hasn't changed at all even after five hundred years. You really take after mistress Ch..."

The old man hurriedly knelt and begged, "I apologize!"

The sweeper said, "I haven't killed in five hundred years and have decided to not kill unless needed, furthermore you have been a good servant these years. There's no need to apologize. If I was in your position even I would fear the man named the Spear of heavens revolt."

The old man sighed and then took out a bamboo scroll

The Sweeper asked, "Yult is that it?"

Obvious expectation and desire carved on his normally stoic face.