Chapter 470: Mythic Age?

“Qianqiu, why do Itachi think the Saint system isn’t the Way of Martial Arts?”

Hermes looked at Luo Qianqiu with an odd expression, as if puzzled why this guy would ask such a strange question:

“Saints refine their bodies, enhance their techniques, hone their willpower… isn’t that a perfectly orthodox path of the Martial Way?”

“Although Saints don’t need century-old ginseng or millennium-old cinnabar fruits—just eating meat suffices; at higher levels, even drinking northwest wind can fill them up—this is utterly opposite to traditional Martial Arts, which turn into gluttons to absorb physical nourishment.”

“Moreover, the results are absurdly exaggerated: those with decent talent can enter the path in a single day, and upon entry, they can forcibly beat down ancient demons and ten-thousand-year-old devils—without even needing to ignite their cosmos—and still live to see the end of time.”

“The key is, the Saint system’s potential is ridiculously off-the-charts—the end of the path leads to the Supreme God Chronos. All this combined seems nothing like the Martial Way at all.”

“But…”

“Is the Martial Way such an unchanging thing?”

Hermes’ expression turned solemn and serious, as if speaking the truth of time itself:

“So yes, while Saints keep unleashing supernatural abilities and accelerate their cultivation at breakneck speed by clinging to the legs of the gods above—becoming Gold Saints in just a few years or decades, then unleashing Galaxy Star Explosion, punching through entire galaxies one by one…”

“They are still profoundly traditional Martial Arts cultivators!”

After all, Saints possess every trait of a true martial artist—so why shouldn’t they be called martial artists?

Even the Supreme God Chronos could just as well be called the Martial Ancestor Chronos!

“Itachi say it’s fine, then it’s fine… okay?!”

Although Luo Qianqiu felt Hermes’ logic was like a river god insisting the Milky Way was also a river, if river gods could do it, why not Hermes? But…

“To be honest, what does this have to do with my little sister Han Yi’s world?”

The ethereal, elegant Snow Moon Sword Immortal switching careers into the brutal, fist-to-flesh style of a Saint…

A classical beauty turned brick-laying knife-wielder—isn’t that trading beauty for power?

As the group owner, Luo Qianqiu shot Hermes a sharp warning glance, trying to prevent the group’s average beauty from sinking further—

Already, adding Ning Qingyu, an old man, had dragged the group’s average beauty down; now, Drag, this guy with shoe prints on his face, had dragged it down even further by several percentage points!

If her beloved sister, the top-tier classical beauty, the poetic Snow Moon Sword Immortal, lost her beauty, it would be a catastrophic loss for the entire group!

Drag and Ning Qingyu?

Those two old men were hopeless—they were early members, and back then, she had no authority to screen members; they were randomly pulled in…

What about the Old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhiwei?

He is the venerable hundred-year-old leader of the orthodox, hailed as the Huang Tian Di of the “One Below” world!

His appearance accounts for only a tiny fraction of his charm—it’s the aura of a peerless Grand Master, the presence in his gaze, that dominates his allure!

“The connection is enormous!”

Hermes gave a cryptic smile: “Don’t forget, my Star Lord system is also known as the Path of Destiny Stars!”

“In another sense, my path is about rewriting one’s life, composing one’s own destiny!”

On the Golden Core path, there’s the saying: “Swallow one golden pill, and henceforth, my fate is mine, not heaven’s.” The Star Lord system operates on the same principle.

Once the Destiny Star ascends in dimension, the cultivator becomes a Star Lord, gaining partial control over their own destiny.

The stronger the Star Lord, the greater their ability to interfere with their own fate.

Once the Destiny Star pierces through the cultivator’s innate destiny, they can begin composing their own fate through their Destiny Star—becoming a Star Master, a Sovereign Emperor, seated high above the heavens, overlooking the timeline of fate.

Hearing this, Luo Qianqiu blinked her long, beautiful phoenix eyes, suddenly enlightened, and without thinking, blurted out:

“In the art of not being human, Itachi’re still the best!”

This fate thing has the exact same face as my little sister—and Itachi’re using her for this?

That’s just utterly inhumane!

“What kind of talk is that?!”

Hermes’ face darkened, and without hesitation, he flicked his finger, giving this reckless fool a sharp tap on the head to teach her a lesson!

Thud!

“Ow~”

Ignoring the group owner, who was gasping in pain, Hermes turned his gaze back to the battlefield, now entering its final chapter.

A sentient fate is an exceedingly rare existence.

But this thing was just born in the wrong world.

Had it been born in the Honghuang world, it would have been treated like Hongjun Laozu—even without the Jade of Creation as a companion, it would have been granted a primordial supreme treasure, fitting its worth…

Yet this unlucky bastard ended up being born in a Martial Arts world?

What a tragedy~

“Boom~”

Above the heavens, the Sword Principle of Severing Heaven and the Heavenly Fate King’s Fist had now entered a white-hot phase of direct confrontation.

The clash of rules bordering on cosmic order shook the entire world with immense reverberations.

On the distant immortal mountains, the legendary living Immortal Mo Yi looked up at the heavens, forcibly suppressing the surging, restless power within him, his eyes gleaming with terrifying divine light.

“...I never imagined that even under the assault of Fate, it could reach this level?”

At this moment, Mo Yi was using his extraordinary spiritual perception to observe this battle, the prelude to a new era, preparing himself for his own full breakthrough.

Yinyinzhizhong ， Fangfusanshisanchongtianwaitianzhizhong ， Liangzuncunzaiganrutongtianbiandariyibandeshenying ， Cishizhengzaizhengduoshijianweiyitaiyangdejuliezhengfeng ！

“To wield Fate, to make one’s heart the heart of Heaven, to make one’s own [Dao] the absolute order of an era…”

Mo Yi pondered, as if struck by sudden inspiration, and blurted out:

“This realm might be called—”

“Heavenly Sovereign!”

“Huh? Strange?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Mo Yi felt something was wrong—how could an observer like him have the authority to name the realm of the one who would dominate an era and command the Heart of Heaven?

But…

Unconsciously, Mo Yi pressed his left hand against his chest, suppressing the hot blood surging from his wildly pounding heart. In a daze, he seemed to glimpse the future—the future—

The Mythic Age!