Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

Clearly, the transformation upon entering the Blood Exchange Realm was immense, almost like being reborn anew.


Chen Mu nodded slightly as he listened to Qin Mengjun.


Indeed, in Martial Arts there was no such thing as luck; so-called flukes were built by painstaking effort bit by bit. All those who had reached the level of Grandmaster had done so in this way, polishing their foundations step by step until they sprouted new life.


"To cultivate Qiankun Martial Body at such a young age, perhaps a thousand years from now, the second person to step into the Blood Exchange Realm through the Qiankun Path will be you. Fortunately, I have also made progress, so when your Martial Body reaches Perfection and you touch the limits of the Blood Exchange Realm, I will still be able to guide you a step further,"


Chapter 337 Blood Exchange Realm_2