Star Sky Professional

Time flows like water, years fly like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.

Fang Xing still appears as a young person, tall and handsome.

But at this moment, he is dressed in ceremonial attire, his presence steady like a mountain.

He stands on an altar.

This altar is entirely white, and very high.

In front of Fang Xing, there are nine huge bronze tripods.

"Today... Fang Xing hereby declares to the Divine, to establish Da Xia..."

Fang Xing's voice thundered, resonating throughout, clearly heard by the twelve princes of Da Xia, three hundred generals, and tens of thousands of martial artists.

After decades of battles north and south, with the spread of feudal technology and 'Primordial Martial', the original small tribe has continuously expanded into a 'dynasty'.

And the original youth 'Fang Xing' has grown into a true emperor!

Moreover, due to his achievements in spreading technology, creating writing, and widely promoting martial arts, he is regarded among the Human Clan with the reputation akin to a 'Sacred Emperor'.

At this time, Fang Xing is still inside the True Martial Talisman, his power slightly consolidated, allowing him to faintly sense the outside world.

But this is merely 'sensing', moving the 'True Martial Talisman' is still out of reach.

'However... this is a promising trend, perhaps one day it will work...'

'If I persist like this, maybe countless years later, I can break away from the True Martial Talisman and be reborn as a human?'

'Rather than pinning hope on the host, I should rely on myself!'

'Although... they are also 'me'...'

Fang Xing glanced at the twelve princes standing behind Fang Xing.

These are the twelve most formidable Da Xia martial artists who followed Fang Xing in his campaigns east and west.

Strangely, they have some mutations, to varying degrees.

Some have scales covering their bodies, some have eyes that are blood-red, some have arms turned into bird claws...

At first glance, one might think they became spirits of the Demon Race.

"Even with 'Primordial Martial' suppression, excessive consumption of fierce beast bloodlines will still cause certain mutations in the body... Although benign, they do appear somewhat monstrous."

During this time, Fang Xing has also asked Fang Xing to send all collected fierce beast bloodlines into the True Martial Talisman for storage and research... which has yielded some results.

'These fierce beasts, though born from perceiving the Dao of Panwu, are too weak...'

'Or perhaps... the current world is too weak to support truly powerful existences...'

'Were both Panwu and I gambling our hopes on the future?'

In the present state, even if both sides wish, a decisive battle cannot be staged... even Panwu cannot be resurrected!

'However, these people absorbing fierce beast bloodline mutations represent twelve directions, perhaps they can be named 'Panwu Twelve Images'? Or 'Twelve Body Variations'? Both can be inherited by descendants...'

Fang Xing contemplated silently, watching Fang Xing return triumphantly to his palace, which was actually a spacious building made of mud bricks, and began a grand banquet for his ministers.

The exquisite bronze wine cups were filled with liquor, alongside various roasted fierce beast meats, paired with fruits and millet rice, offering a unique taste.

"Today my Da Xia has been founded, thanks to everyone's contributions... I will now designate Da Xia to be Human Emperor's sealed land, and the remaining lands, each prince and general may claim for their own, hereditary succession without change."

Fang Xing raised his wine cup, looking at the people below him, announcing his decision.

The population of Da Xia is still too small, and even after another hundred years of development, they won't occupy much territory.

Therefore, after drawing a territory large enough for Da Xia's people to live in, Fang Xing generously began the enfeoffment.

"Thank you, Sacred Emperor!"

Each prince hurriedly bowed.

"Father!"

Just then, an extremely dashing youth walked into the hall, carrying a fierce beast resembling a saber-toothed tiger on his back: "To celebrate your ascension to Emperor, I specially hunted this 'Sword Tiger Beast' as a gift."

"This is... the Third Prince 'Zhong', right? Truly remarkable!"

"To be able to slay a Sword Tiger Beast, his Primordial Martial must have reached at least the fourth level..."

The princes could not help but express admiration.

Fang Xing has nine wives, and has fathered seventy-two children.

In the tribal era, it was natural for the strong to have many mates.

The bloodlines of the strong should be passed down for the tribe to thrive!

This 'Zhong' Prince is born of Fang Xing's third wife, adept in martial arts from a young age, much like Fang Xing.

"Father... I also hunted a 'White Spirit Deer'!"

Before the ministers could react, another handsome prince entered the hall, tossing down a white spiritual deer.

The most surprising thing was the white deer's skin was more polished than jade and completely unblemished.

"It's the Sixth Prince—'Jing'!"

"The White Spirit Deer symbolizes auspice, a great sign..."

"The key is managing to kill a White Spirit Deer while not damaging the valuable deer skin..."

...

"Haha, you are all my wonderful children, take your seats."

Fang Xing laughed heartily, overflowing with satisfaction.

Life like this, what more could one ask for?

"Hehe..."

Inside the True Martial Talisman, Fang Xing gazed at the scene, shaking his head lightly.

...

Time flies.

It has been over fifty years since Da Xia was established.

Around Da Xia, three hundred and twelve vassal states have been established, like stars surrounding the moon.

This day.

In the Imperial Palace of Da Xia.

"Kill!"

Sudden cries of battle arose.

Troops clad in metallic armor charged into the Imperial Palace, unexpectedly forming two camps.

In one night, two Princes actually rebelled simultaneously!

Although Da Xia was established, many barbaric customs from the tribal era still lingered.

Challenging the strongest in a tribe to ascend was also a tribal custom!

"Kill!"

"Kill that old bastard... His secret of immortality is mine."

"Father, don't blame me. How can I ascend if you are undying?"

The leaders of the two armies were indeed Zhong and Jing.

They easily scattered the guards and arrived in front of the palace of Emperor Mang of Da Xia, who had reportedly been focusing solely on closed door cultivation for years.

The two Princes exchanged a glance, and instead of fighting, they nodded in understanding.

Compared to decades ago, they now looked very old; their hair was half black and half white, and their vigor had waned, far from their prime.

Boom!

The palace gates suddenly opened, and Mang, in his youthful appearance, walked out and looked at the scene with some heartache: "You two... what are you doing?"

"Father, you forced us to this point."

"Why could you alone enjoy the blessings of the gods and remain youthful forever?"

Zhong and Jing roared in anger: "Attack!"

Their troops, long accustomed to hunting fierce beasts and well-coordinated, were all strong Martial Artists.

They were confident at this moment that they could take down Mang.

But the truth turned out to be different.

"Release the arrows!"

Arrows carrying astral wind fell toward Mang's body but stopped three feet away, blocked by an invisible wall as solid as a bronze wall and iron bastion.

Whish!

With a flicker, Mang's figure became nearly impossible to catch with the naked eye, only seen as armored Martial Artists flying through the air.

He seemed like a white line and appeared in front of Jing.

"Father... you?"

Jing's face twisted in shock, but eventually, he laughed wildly: "Hahaha... You did indeed hold back a trick, even against us... hahaha..."

"I didn't... I just..."

Mang's body trembled, unable to speak.

He possessed the True Martial Talisman, allowing him to continuously advance in Martial Arts, but others did not! This was a secret he hadn't shared, even with his own sons!

In the fifty-ninth year of Da Xia, Princes Zhong and Jing rebelled, suppressed single-handedly by Emperor Mang.

In this battle, Emperor Mang demonstrated his might, capable of suppressing thousands.

After the battle, the two Princes were exiled, and three Dukes and twenty-seven Generals were removed for participating in the rebellion, with tens of thousands killed.

...

Spring and autumn passed by, and in the blink of an eye, over two hundred years had gone by.

Within the True Martial Talisman space.

With a flash of light, the figure of Xia Mang appeared.

But at this time, though wearing the Imperial robe, he looked extremely old.

Even though his vigor was still there, it seemed as though, at any moment, it could collapse like a dam bursting.

"Why?"

"Why? Why am I still unable to break through?"

Xia Mang gazed at Fang Xing: "You need to give me an explanation!"

"An explanation? Well... your Martial Arts are still too crude, with previous errors and flaws, the foundation was not laid perfectly; you've reached a dead end... Otherwise, according to limits, you should live five hundred years, not nearly three hundred and face cultivated life expiry."

Fang Xing looked at Xia Mang's condition and nodded.

"You knew?"

Xia Mang was like an old lion provoked: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I said before, in terms of Martial Arts, I can only provide rough guidance..."

Fang Xing shook his head: "Compared to those of your sons who died from practicing improperly or couldn't break through from the mortal threshold, you're already quite good... You should realize that with the True Martial Talisman's help, your Martial Arts have surpassed era limits; otherwise, how could you single-handedly suppress so much rebellion?"

"The matter of Zhong and Jing... You knew? I clearly never told you about it."

Xia Mang was startled.

"Yes, your two sons were, strictly speaking, driven to death by your selfishness. Though you passed down 'Primordial Martial' to them, they couldn't break through to higher realms to extend their life... Isn't madness normal?"

Fang Xing smiled and shook his head.

Having been an Emperor himself, he understood why Xia Mang would hide the True Martial Talisman and never share this secret.

If it were him, he wouldn't tell anyone about his Golden Finger either.

Frankly speaking, if Xia Mang had shared the Golden Finger's ability, Da Xia would surely be ten, a hundred times more glorious than now...

But in the end, it just is what it is.

Fang Xing sensed that this was a limitation of the world's origin.

The world had not advanced to that level, even if it broke the world's limits, it still could not advance too far...

Thus, he did not care at all.

"Aren't you afraid, I will throw you into the abyss, never to see the light of day?"

Xia Mang stepped forward, suddenly knelt: "Teacher... please save me, I don't want to die, if you save me, I will definitely honor True Martial as the true Divine, replacing the gods' position..."

"What use would a mortal's faith be to me?"

Fang Xing laughed heartily: "As for being thrown, then just throw..."

Even though he couldn't move, his patience was everlasting.

Moreover, he had shares in the world's consciousness, ensuring that he would be discovered by someone in the future.

This is destiny!

Just like how in this world, Martial Arts was destined to flourish!

In a world he created, whether it was Panwu or True Martial, it was all Martial Arts!

Therefore, in this world, Martial Arts was destined to continually develop, the world's origin expanding constantly, allowing increasingly powerful Martial Artists to be housed.

In the future, Martial Artists lifting mountains and leveling seas would not be fantasy!