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

A voice resounded at the top of Spirit Profound Peak, and it was none other than the Supreme Elder Yin Heng.


To anyone, having a disciple step into the Grandmaster Realm was a congratulatory matter, and it was no different even for the Blood Exchange Realm. After all, Martial Artists of the Five Viscera and Six Viscera could rely on resources to forcibly stack up, but not so for a Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster.


For any Sect, a Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster was a true pillar of support. Even within the Da Xuan Dynasty Court, if a Grandmaster was willing to serve the Imperial Court, they could also hold a high-ranking and influential position.


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