Chapter 472: Comprehensive Martial

“The outcome is about to be decided!”

Luo Qianqiu’s eyes revealed unhidden admiration: “Though my little sister Han Yi’s talent is mediocre and her comprehension isn’t particularly high, her heart is pure enough!”

“After winning the Dao contest, Li Han Yi will be granted a chance to defy fate and rewrite her destiny.”

Hermes nodded slightly: “At that point, she’ll finally leap from her stagnant state to something far greater!”

Li Han Yi’s talent, in this mid-cultivation world, is indeed among the very top of the martial realm—she became the universally recognized Snow-Moon Sword Immortal at a young age.

But talent is always measured by comparison!

Compared to ordinary folk, Li Han Yi is undoubtedly outstanding.

Yet compared to once-in-a-century prodigies, she still falls short—let alone being mentioned in the same breath as Mo Yi, a freak who appears once every thousand years.

But fortunately, after shedding her romantic delusions, her heart has become truly pure.

It is this purity of heart, combined with the resources of the chat group, that forged the Li Han Yi of today.

BOOM!!

In this mid-cultivation world, not overly vast, a thunderous roar—capable of shaking the four seas and eight wildernesses—suddenly erupted.

Infinite swordlight completely drowned the world.

A transformation that rewrites the world’s foundational rules is now taking shape, rebuilding everything around the core of one person’s sword principle, aiming to establish the sole orthodox path of this age.

All laws and principles swirl around this sword principle, undergoing complex reorganization, forging the One Heavenly Heart and utterly engulfing the entire great realm!

At this moment, the countless miles of mountains and rivers spanning Beili, Nanjue, Beiman, and other territories trembled violently.

Everyone involuntarily looked up.

“So… martial cultivation can be practiced like this?”

Li Changsheng’s expression was complex as he gazed far off at the unfolding spectacle.

As the world’s invisible ceiling, Li Changsheng’s understanding of this world far surpassed ordinary imagination.

One hundred and fifty years ago, he was Ji Hu Bian, founding the intelligence empire Baixiao Hall.

One hundred and twenty years ago, he drank and slept alongside the Poet Immortal, co-creating the Poetry-Sword Art.

Ninety years ago, clad in simple cloth and wielding a broken sword, he severed the Demon Cult’s eastern advance, rescuing Central Plains from peril.

Sixty years ago, under the alias Kunlun Sword Immortal, he defeated the old Sword Immortal Wei Changshu of the Famous Sword Manor with his dual swords of cold and warmth.

Thirty years ago, he terrified the world under the name Master Li of the Academy.

Later, he changed his name to Nangong Chunshui, took his final three disciples—Baili Dongjun, Li Han Yi, and Sikong Changfeng—and accompanied them to Snow-Moon City, where he fell in love and married its mistress, Luo Shui.

He, Li Changsheng, is virtually the ancestral founder of nearly half the martial world’s factions!

In this world, nearly ninety-nine percent of all secrets are no secrets to him.

Even the lofty Mandate of Heaven sometimes avoids his brilliance, fearing that this old man, who abandoned immortality and sought natural death, might in a moment of despair drag it down with him into mutual annihilation!

He is the true ceiling of this world—if this world has immortals, he is unquestionably the Immortal.

Precisely because he knows too much, Li Changsheng understands that his Great Divine Wanderer state has reached its limit—he is, without doubt, a terrestrial immortal who remains among mortals.

And this is the true reason he willingly grew old with his wife, Luo Shui—

Because he has nearly grown weary of life; the martial Dao he pursued his entire life has neither grown nor diminished, leaving only eternal solitude ahead.

Now, he senses a change in the world’s fundamental rules.

His disciple has forcefully fused her own [Dao] into the very fabric of this world they inhabit!

“Since your heart has stirred, why not leave seclusion once more and reclaim the martial Dao Itachi chased your whole life?”

Li Changsheng’s lifelong companion, the former Snow-Moon City mistress—Luo Shui—gazed at him with eyes brimming with tender affection.

She knew her husband better than anyone.

She understood better than anyone just how extraordinary he was.

To let such a once-in-a-millennium genius fade into the grave beside her would surely invite Heaven’s wrath!

“… ”

Li Changsheng closed his eyes, gripping his beloved wife’s hand tightly, falling silent.

Luo Shui said nothing, only smiled quietly as she watched this unparalleled man of the world.

She knew.

The moment she spoke those words, everything was already decided.

Li Changsheng was destined to soar as a true dragon across the heavens—he would never remain ordinary if he could help it!

…

“No way, little sister—Itachi’re really just going to hand this world over to Lao Mo?”

Li Han Yi, the Snow-Moon Sword Immortal, was now locked in the final decisive clash with the Mandate, yet Luo Qianqiu directly pulled the Cutting-Heaven Sword Master from the illusory timeline.

There is no difference.

The Cutting-Heaven Sword Master can fully replace Li Han Yi in any decision—they are, in truth, the same person.

“Qianqiu~”

The Cutting-Heaven Sword Master sighed, her brows slightly furrowed, grave yet resigned, before finally explaining:

“I hold temporary sovereignty over this world. I can feel it being pulled, constantly shifting.”

“And the direction of its movement—I faintly sense it points toward Ning Daozi’s realm: the Comprehensive Martial World…”

That poses a serious problem.

If she doesn’t want this world to be devoured whole by unknown celestial beings…

Then this choice remains the most suitable.

“… ”

Luo Qianqiu was speechless—how do these old-timers surviving in the endless void have so many tricks?

Even in her own true realm, where the Three Pure Ones’ gang still looms overhead, trying to claim the largest share, countless great beings still scheme in secret to overthrow the Three Pure Ones’ dark power.

Even she, the great being Ren Xiaobai, has never lacked shadowy figures slipping secret invitations to stir up trouble—its purpose is obvious:

Punch Yuanshi, kick Dao De, ride atop Lingbao’s head and point fingers… well, even great beings must have dreams.

And now another old-timer wants to create a Comprehensive Martial World?

Luo Qianqiu turned to ask Lao Mo—whose tactics had grown ever more cunning… no, sharper—for advice, but she fell silent.

“The Twelve Houses of the Zodiac?”

“Itachi’ve outright copied their Sacred Domain—how can Itachi still claim Itachi’re not a copycat or a patchwork monster?”

Next, Itachi won’t be turning the Saint Seiya system into a Hermes-style Saint Seiya Martial Path, will Itachi?

Fine, copy if Itachi want—I’ll just mock Itachi a bit, then learn from your advanced methods and try it myself later…