The Post Sky Tipping Era

Elder Tianxiong, upon seeing Li Yi, a young martial artist full of vigor and overflowing with Qi-Blood, harbored not the slightest thought of retreat or evasion. In this moment, he seemed like an old martial artist exhilarated by the hunt, wanting to compare the spirit of their fists, to see who would come out on top.

"With one punch from me, your life and death are unpredictable. Old man, have you thought it through?" Li Yi clenched his fist and advanced, his aura heightening with each step. Qi-Blood surged within him, a silvery brilliance emanating from his entire body. This brilliance intertwined as if garbed in heavy armor, presenting him like a divine being descending to the mortal realm.

Elder Tianxiong’s brow raised at the sight, a rare glint appearing in his murky eyes: "What terrifying Qi-Blood, truly inhuman. In a thousand years, Tian Xiong has seen countless paragons, but not a single one with Qi-Blood to the extent of yours. Even if one were to exhaust the resources of the entire Four Seas and Eight Continents, they couldn’t raise a being like you."

"In you, I seem to see the wide and vast world beyond, what a pity, indeed a pity, you have appeared too late. If you had arisen a few hundred years earlier, why would I, Tian Xiong, need to confine myself to the Four Seas and Eight Continents."

Within that silvery Qi-Blood radiance of Li Yi’s, Elder Tianxiong faintly glimpsed an endless and infinite world, certainly filled with countless foes; where even the Dharma Manifestation Realm was merely a starting point, not the ultimate end. There lay greater martial arts, perhaps a path to continue forward.

At this thought, his heart, silent for who knows how long, inexplicably began to surge.

Then he laughed unrestrainedly: "Hahaha..."

His voice, like rolling thunder, shook the grand hall and shook the earth palace, as the sparse cosmic energy around them was stirred by his punching intention, swiftly converging.

Laughing, laughing, tears welled up in the corners of Elder Tianxiong’s eyes.

A new era he longed for had already appeared, but it was to be heralded by his own curtain call. Heaven was still so unfair to him, as it was in the past, so it remained now.

In a daze, Elder Tianxiong’s memories returned to the Four Seas and Eight Continents of a thousand years ago. He was not born strong; he rose step by step from an insignificant martial artist. But the path was too rugged and tough; having lost parents, spouse, children, friends, in his sorrow and wrath, he roared towards the heavens, broke through his limits, condensed the spirit of his fist; since then, his fists dominated the Four Seas, he overawed the Eight Continents until he finally became a strong warrior of the Dharma Manifestation Realm.