Prologue Volume, Prologue Chapter!

“Ah!”

In the dense forest, a figure was struck as if by thunder, shooting out of the woods like a cannonball, spraying a mist of blood through the air, and crashing heavily onto an off-road vehicle on a small path outside the forest. A shrill scream pierced the air, sending chills down the spines of several martial cultivators who had just gotten off the vehicle and were running toward the woods.

However, fear only made them hesitate for a moment. These martial cultivators seemed to have an unshakable goal; their eyes burned with crazed greed as they once again used their movement techniques and charged into the forest.

At this moment, deep within the forest, a young man drenched in blood was fiercely battling a sword master who appeared to be around thirty. As their figures flickered, the young man’s blood-soaked hands, as sharp as the world’s finest divine weapons, flashed with a soul-stealing brilliance and struck directly at the sword master’s throat.

“Crack!”

The sound of a throat being instantly severed was accompanied by a gush of blood. In just a few moves, a sword master with clearly profound skill fell easily at the hands of this young man, who looked no older than twenty-five.

As soon as the sword master died, the young man had no time to catch his breath. A dazzling, brilliant sword light, carrying the chill of a sky full of stars, shot toward him. The awe-inspiring aura and murderous sword energy made the young man’s pores stand on end.

Sword energy like frost, a rain of stars like blades!

This was clearly a master who had already condensed innate sword qi and reached the pinnacle of the Innate Realm.

According to the latest statistics from the Martial Arts Alliance in 2060, there were absolutely no more than thirty martial grandmasters in the entire cultivation world who had reached the Innate Realm. Of these thirty, more than half were reclusive elders, heads of sects who lived in seclusion deep in the mountains.

Amidst the raging storm of sword energy, a sharp light burst from the young man’s eyes. In an instant, a powerful aura surged from his previously weak-looking body. Facing the starlit innate sword qi, he relied on his exquisite skills to charge into the sword energy, his blood-soaked hands blasting aside the sword behind the energy, piercing through layers of sword light, and landing directly on the sword’s owner—a long-haired young man.

As the power of his punch reached its peak, his right fist suddenly transformed into a palm at the last moment, both forces erupting simultaneously on the young innate master.

“Bang!”

A tremendous force pierced through the young man’s chest, the domineering energy blasting out his back, instantly shredding his clothes into countless scraps that scattered into the void.

“Pfft!”

Bright red blood gushed from the long-haired young man’s mouth. In the face of this violent energy, the innate master was like a withered leaf, flung backward and crashing into the crowd surrounding them. The shock and terror in his eyes faded within three seconds, losing all color...

“Brian Carter!”

“Master Brian Carter!”

“Ah! Master Brian Carter, he...”

Exclamations burst from the mouths of the cultivators who witnessed all this. The martial cultivators nearby rushed over, their voices filled with undisguised shock and fear.

Brian Carter, ranked fourth among the reclusive masters of the cultivation world, had condensed his innate qi to the point of near materialization. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Innate Realm, just one step away from the Great Perfection of Innate, standing at the very top of the cultivation world, overlooking all!

With his formidable strength and chivalrous deeds over the years, he held immense prestige in the cultivation world.

But now...

His chest had been completely pierced by that domineering energy, his life force rapidly fading... Clearly, this super expert, just one step away from the Great Perfection of Innate, was about to fall here.

“Henry Clark...”

Looking at the young man in blood-stained white clothes who still hadn’t fallen, and at the hundreds of corpses scattered throughout the forest, every cultivator present felt a chill from the depths of their hearts.

Those who could participate in this encirclement were not the ordinary people of the outside cultivation world with only the first or second level of Postnatal Realm. Among the nearly thousand people present, without exception, all had reached at least the seventh level of the Postnatal Realm, making them top experts. Any one of them was a renowned figure in the cultivation world, and the vast majority were even sect leaders or elders.