Chapter 1862: Chapter 1959: Three Martial Lords

"Could this feeling be Hou Yi achieving the Supreme Realm of Martial Arts?" Even though Fang Lin was inside this ancient cave isolated from the outside world, he felt a profound sense of awe from the depths of his heart.

At this moment, Fang Lin had no inclination to stay in the cave any longer. He patted the shoulder of the beast-hide man, signaling him to lead him out.

The beast-hide man, of course, had no objections and took Fang Lin out of the cave. Fang Lin handed him a bottle of pills, then flew directly to the cliff inscribed with the words "Fang Qingye was here."

Upon closer inspection, Fang Lin saw a dazzling red light on the horizon, so bright that even while surrounded by the ten-thousand mountains in the heart of this land, he could see it clearly, indicating the enormity of that red pillar of light.

Fang Lin was visibly shocked; the red light obviously was the manifestation of a Martial Artist’s blood and energy aura, and its intensity was beyond imagination.

Fang Lin himself was a formidable entity in the Tao of the physical body, but compared to that red light, the difference was anything but ordinary.

"As expected, he has reached the pinnacle of the physical body path, the strongest physique in eternity, unparalleled — Hou Yi truly lives up to his name as Martial Lord." Fang Lin couldn’t help but exclaim. In his previous life, he wasn’t very familiar with Hou Yi, having only seen him once or twice, and focused more on refining the Life and Death Reincarnation Pill.

But now, witnessing Hou Yi achieve the status of Martial Lord personally, Fang Lin truly appreciated the might of a Martial Lord. Fang Lin had no doubt that in a contest of physical strength, no one in this world could match Hou Yi, not even his own father Fang Qingye, who was slightly inferior in the physical aspect.

"Hou Yi has achieved Martial Lord status, which means my day of becoming Pill Sovereign is also nearing, just five years away," Fang Lin muttered to himself, a trace of anticipation in his eyes.𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Fang Lin remembered clearly that, in his past life, he achieved Pill Sovereign five years after Hou Yi became Martial Lord, meaning he was getting ever closer to returning to the future.

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Hou Yi stood upon the earth, his aura of blood and energy raging like turbulent waves constantly surging from his body.

Hou Yi himself was entirely crimson, while the ground beneath his feet seemed to be scorched by intense flames, unbearably hot.

Suddenly, Hou Yi roared furiously, and the sky instantly was cleared, with all clouds dispersed by Hou Yi’s roar.

Moreover, countless creatures on earth felt an overwhelming pressure, and even Immortal beings found it hard to withstand.

Only the top elite who had reached the Heavenly Mandate realm could remain composed, but even then, this pressure wasn’t actively released by Hou Yi; it simply permeated naturally around him.

"What a formidable character!" Far away at five thousand miles from where Hou Yi achieved Martial Lord status, the Old Palace Master and the Great Elder from the Pill Saint Palace both appeared simultaneously, watching Hou Yi within the red light.

Both being Heavenly Mandate elites, they could hardly bear the pressure and only managed to advance to this point. Going further would be unbearable due to the pressure released by Hou Yi.

"The Human Clan has birthed another Martial Arts Supreme; indeed, it is a blessing for our Human Clan," the Old Palace Master said sincerely, his face reflecting emotions.

The Great Elder remained silent; they had witnessed the birth of a Martial Lord before, when Fang Qingye achieved the Supreme Realm of Martial Arts, both were present and witnessed the entire process.

It could be said that being able to witness the birth of two Martial Arts Supremes was a rare occurrence in the world.

"Junior Brother, we should leave; from now on, this place is no longer suitable for us to remain," said the Old Palace Master.

The Great Elder nodded, seeming to anticipate what would happen next, and moved away with the Old Palace Master.

As the pillar of blood and energy gradually dimmed, Hou Yi completely stood at the Supreme Realm of Martial Arts, with every breath in-sync with the workings of the heavens.

"So this is the Supreme Realm, indeed different." Hou Yi opened his eyes, brimming with intense energy, and spoke softly.

Before stepping into the Supreme Realm of Martial Arts, no matter how strong one’s prowess, they couldn’t comprehend the sublime nature of the Supreme Realm.

Hou Yi had not trained for long years; indeed, his time in cultivation could be described as very short. Although he traveled during his youth to challenge Martial Arts elites, he repeatedly lost, often fleeing in disgrace, and several times nearly died due to defeat.

Yet Hou Yi persevered, and amidst repeated losses and battles, his strength advanced rapidly—progress was nothing short of miraculous.

When Hou Yi’s name echoed across lands, he vaguely sensed he might ascend to an unimaginable height.

But when he truly stood at that height, he felt it somewhat surreal, struggling to remain composed.

"Hm?" Hou Yi suddenly frowned; he now detected three extraordinary gazes focused intently on him.

Even though he had entered the Supreme Realm of Martial Arts, these three gazes still exerted considerable pressure upon him.

Clearly, those capable of putting pressure on Hou Yi must be elite supremes at the same level.

Nevertheless, Hou Yi felt no fear; if he hadn’t reached the Supreme Realm before, he wouldn’t perceive these three gazes—now, he feared no one under heaven, possessing absolute power and confidence.

"Since you’re here, show yourself," Hou Yi said coldly.

Three figures appeared almost simultaneously, standing before Hou Yi in the directions of front and sides, all maintaining a hundred-step distance.

Fang Qingye stood directly in front of Hou Yi, facing him with true form. They had crossed paths once before; meeting again, Hou Yi instantly recognized Fang Qingye.

"It’s you." Looking at Fang Qingye, Hou Yi wasn’t surprised, now realizing the person he met in the mountain stream was also a Martial Lord elite.

Fang Qingye smiled, nodding slightly to Hou Yi with goodwill in his eyes.

The umbrella-holder remained mysterious, his black umbrella concealing his visage, gazing at Hou Yi with a scrutinizing look, seemingly without hostility.

The only one showing hostility was Mo Shouhe, whose face was filled with malice.

The ascension of a new Martial Arts Supreme among the Human Clan was a terrible event for Mo Shouhe; having Fang Qingye alone was chore enough—to now face another Martial Arts Supreme enraged Mo Shouhe.

"You’ve arrived just in time. Join forces with me to eliminate this man," Mo Shouhe said coldly, gazing at the umbrella-holder.

Upon hearing this, both Fang Qingye and Hou Yi turned their heads towards the umbrella-bearer.

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