This time, as everyone listened to Baru’s extremely melodramatic speech, surprisingly, no one thought there was anything wrong with it. Instead, an inexplicable thought arose in them.
Could it be that Su Tu is truly the reincarnation of the Martial God??
This absurd thought was immediately denied and eradicated in their hearts.
"Impossible, I must be crazy. Even if the Martial God did appear, there would be Celestial Venerables by his side; he would never show up on the Ancestor Star!!"
The Martial God can be said to be the leader of the entire Federation, the soul of the Martial Arts Dao, the first barrier when the Federation first stepped out of the Ancestor Star, and the only protector.
For the Federation, the words Martial God carry an unimaginable weight.
When Su Tu was browsing the forum earlier, he discovered that, in such an abstract place where even sweet and salty tofu pudding would spark debates, any post about the Martial God inexplicably carried a certain solemnity, with all responses based on respect and admiration.
Out of curiosity, he specifically searched for information related to the Martial God on the forum.
The results were overwhelming; there were over ten million entries indexed just under the words "Martial God," with each post having more than a million views, all of which attested to the weight of those words.
Su Tu finally found information about the Martial God amidst the vast sea of posts.
When humans first stepped out from Blue Star and ventured into the starry seas, the Federation encountered unprecedented obstacles. Alien races that transcended human understanding appeared before them, and the Federation’s proud technological means and biochemical weapons seemed laughable to these races.
Even the most advanced subspace void engines of the time were but child’s toys to them.
They could traverse the Star River without any technology; even stars were their playthings. Their existence to the Federation at that time could be deemed godlike.
Humans first realized the difference in the levels of life, akin to the difference between humans and ants, and understood that beyond technology, individual strength could also change everything.
At that time, humankind was tightly confined to the Solar System, once considered slaves and blood meals in the eyes of all races.
The Federation fiercely fled and wandered amongst the stars, with human civilization almost on the brink of destruction. Those races were still continually searching for the human Ancestor Star, attempting to conquer and rule it.
And it was at such a time that nine individuals appeared quietly during the most critical moment for human civilization and the Federation.
They walked among the stars and, witnessed by many races, they crushed an entire planet. That planet’s race had insisted on keeping humans as livestock.
Other races also had strong ones who fought against the Martial God. They battled across the Star River; a drop of blood fell like a meteor, a wail caused the heavens to dim. That battle raged from the universe to subspace, but no one knew the full story of that battle.
But one thing was certain, and that was those nine... won!!
After that day, the Federation began openly establishing interstellar relations and developing civilization. Many powerful races were even willing to proactively befriend humans, while the Martial God left behind legacies of the Martial Arts Dao that allowed humans to break through the limits of life levels.
Under the guidance of these nine, the Federation continued to grow stronger and more glorious, moving from being an all-races’ blood meal to an integral position in the universe today.
Yet just as humankind was heading towards glory, they vanished without a trace, just as quietly as they had appeared back then.
The entire Federation frantically searched for their whereabouts, with trillions of intelligence networks relaying information, but it was as if they never existed, leaving no trace behind.
Apart from the legacy of the Martial Arts Dao, humans found no traces of their existence—no worn clothes, no beds once slept in, as if they were a dream where humanity saved everything.
But the blood beyond the Star River had not yet dried, and the wails of the alien races still echoed. Humankind knew very clearly that even if they left nothing else behind, the fact that they had come was enough.
The heavens would reverence humans because... they had been here!
The Federation attempted to create statues to immortalize them in human memory, but no material could capture their likeness.
Even the Supreme Beings of the Federation at the time could not carve their likenesses, as any attempt to replicate their image led to forgetting their appearance.
No trace of shape, no trace of voice... it seemed like their final goodbye, but... humans were unwilling!!!
Humans were unwilling to let them fade away in the passage of time. No trace of shape, no trace of voice, but let their past remain, let their names remain!!
All humankind would proceed with their Martial Arts Dao; they would be remembered by humans and sung by the passage of time.
For thousands of years, people have called them... the Martial Gods!
In recent years, any brilliant talents considered at the level of a Martial God were counted amongst the stars of the Martial Dao, the bright suns of humanity. Just now, people briefly associated the Martial God with Su Tu, which shows just how much his talent shocked them.
This little episode soon passed, and Zhou Wuliang continued instructing everyone on the Prajna Seven Kills, attempting to produce the first muffled sound.
The students focused more on themselves.
In fact, children from noble families understood one thing better, that is, not to make useless comparisons.
From what Su Tu’s talent currently shows, comparing oneself to him would only cause frustration.
It not only doesn’t benefit one’s own cultivation, but could even hinder one’s heart and spirit, not conducive to future mind and spirit cultivation. It’s better to focus on one’s current cultivation,
It must be said, those who can catch Zhou Wuliang’s eye, apart from family background, also have first-class talent and disposition, unlike those disgraceful happenings in other Martial Arts Halls.
Luo Fan clenched his fists, his posture like a spear, his long fists swinging out like vines, internal five-organs’ energy erupting, showing signs of muffled sounds, but when the punch landed, the sound did not continue.
"I have experience with the five-organs’ resonance, but resonating mind and body, that’s a bit difficult."
"This guy’s talent is truly otherworldly."
Luo Fan retracted his fist posture, pondering inwardly.
"But Martial Arts Dao is the path of combat and contention. Talent can make this road smoother, but disposition and fighting skills can make this path more stable. Although my talent may be lacking, fighting and disposition are my strengths. Currently, I have the upper hand in cultivation, with 94 apertures opened within, maybe not inferior to others!"
Luo Fan’s disposition was calm; though shocked by Su Tu’s talent, he quickly adjusted himself.
Meanwhile, Mo Ya, who had never really stood out, showed a bit of an inexplicable look in her eyes.
Zhou Wuliang gave Su Tu training directions different from the others because he had already completed the first stage of Prajna Seven Kills. Therefore, he let Su Tu continue punching while maintaining the seven-way resonance until exhaustion, allowing his physical body to adapt to this resonance to achieve instant resonance.
At this moment, Su Tu was drenched in sweat, every muscle on his body trembling slightly. He stopped the punching motion, utterly drained of energy.
[You have diligently practiced the Prajna Seven Kills for two hours, Fighting Proficiency +70, Body Strengthening Proficiency +30]
[Fighting (Initial Tier): 250/300]
[Strengthen Body (Middle Tier): 402/1000]
Looking at the rapidly increasing proficiency on the panel, Su Tu was in a splendid mood.
Zhou Wuliang originally intended to say something to them, but Li Hu hurriedly came in and whispered a few words in Zhou Wuliang’s ear. Zhou Wuliang’s face changed drastically, and the next moment, he suddenly vanished from everyone’s sight as if he had never appeared.
"Something came up with Master, Luo Fan, you three might face a delay with your mind and spirit cultivation."
"Today’s training will end here for now." Li Hu frowned, seeming to be in a bad mood, and left hurriedly after announcing the class dismissal.
The students looked at each other, not knowing what changes had occurred. After resting for a while, they scattered in groups of three or two.
Tang Yangwu invited Su Tu over to his house, but Su Tu politely declined.
As he jogged down the street, Su Tu’s heart lightened upon seeing the rapidly rising skill level on the panel.
While he was jogging down the street, Tang Yangwu invited Su Tu to his house, but Su Tu politely declined.
Soon, however, his mind was occupied by concern as his parents hadn’t answered their phone, and he was starting to worry.
"Why aren’t they answering? I hope nothing happened to them..."
Su Tu was a little worried,
But soon his figure disappeared from everyone’s sight, as if he had never even been there.
"You’ve followed me this far, still not coming out. Do you want me to invite you to dinner?"
His voice was calm, betraying little emotion.
"I hid so carefully, yet you still noticed. You really are Old Zhou’s seventh student." A thick voice came from the shadows.