Rumble——!!!
The deafening sound resonated through the firmament, as billions of thunderbolts enveloped this world’s boundless sky, causing unprecedented shock and astonishment.
Countless cultivators in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range looked up in awe, their eyes filled with extreme shock, yet also excitement and exhilaration, as if everyone was anticipating something.
"Grandpa, what is that? So many thunderstorms, it’s terrifying. Is the Heaven angry?"
In the vast world, within a poor mountain village, a naive little girl hid in her grandfather’s embrace, seemingly frightened by the astonishing sight.
In the little girl’s view, her grandpa was her only reliance, tall and grand, as if only hiding in the old man’s arms could she feel a bit of peace.
The old man dressed in simple clothes, looking like a rustic elder, but the faintly intimidating aura he emitted indicated his extraordinary nature.
Evidently, this mountain elder was also an extraordinary cultivator, merely seeming to have abandoned the disputes of the cultivation realm, living a leisurely life in this remote village accompanying his granddaughter.
However, the moment the sky was filled with thunder, the elder was deeply shocked, gazing at the sky with eyes full of disbelief.
As the sky was enveloped in thunder, the old man knew what it meant—a groundbreaking figure might soon be born in this vast region.
Listening to his granddaughter’s inquiries, the elderly man was initially filled with shock and disbelief, then gradually regained a bit of composure, becoming momentarily stunned.
"The omen of the Sacred Race! It’s the sign of the birth of a Sacred Race, is someone attempting to establish and open a new era?"
He spoke, his aged eyes filled with endless turbulent waves.
"Who? Who is it? Who is establishing the omen of the Sacred Race?"
"No matter who, once successful, our Hundred Broken Mountain Range will have a Sacred Race, and this world will transform into a Holy Domain, transform into a Holy Domain indeed."
The old man exclaimed incoherently, with his chaotic words revealing endless information.
The little girl, listening to her grandpa’s words, although she didn’t understand why he suddenly became so excited and exhilarated, innocently said, "Sacred Race? Holy Domain? Grandpa, what is a Sacred Race? And what is a Holy Domain? Is opening a Holy Domain amazing?"
The elder was brought back to his senses by the childlike voice, suppressing the terrifying ripples in his heart, instinctively explaining.
"In the vast Martial Soul Continent, and even in all the heavens and myriad realms, only a region that births a Sacred Race can be called a Holy Domain. Only a Holy Domain is qualified to step into this exceedingly brilliant era and contend with the great era."
"However... the prerequisite for a Holy Domain’s emergence is the birth of a Forbidden Martial Soul in one region. Could it be that our Hundred Broken Mountain Range has birthed a Forbidden Martial Soul?"
"Grandpa, what is a Forbidden Martial Soul? Also, is the place that becomes a Holy Domain very strong?"
"It’s not just strong, it’s a sacred blessing that benefits a region for endless ages. The one who establishes a Holy Domain is an immortal monument in a region. Little girl, once you awaken your Martial Soul and enter the cultivation realm, you will naturally understand. A Holy Domain is unimaginably terrifying."
"Wow, so powerful. Grandpa, when I grow up, I want to awaken a Forbidden Martial Soul, I want to open a Holy Domain and become part of the Sacred Race."
"Hahaha, very well, my good granddaughter will awaken a Forbidden Martial Soul, become a pioneer of the Sacred Race, and gain a place in this great era."
The elder laughed heartily, his eyes betraying a smile considering it child’s play. How difficult it was to awaken a Forbidden Martial Soul. Never in the ancient history of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range has such a Martial Soul awakened; otherwise, this world might have long birthed a Sacred Race.
Yet today, at this very moment, the Forbidden Martial Soul of the Hundred Broken Mountain Range has taken shape. Whether a Sacred Race can establish a Holy Domain depends on whether the great figure who awakened the Forbidden Martial Soul can succeed.
For a moment, all the cultivators in the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range were restless, staring intently at the entire sky.
At the same time.
In the Divine Sword Sect region, atop South Peak.
"Child, operate the strongest cultivation technique you’ve currently learned, enter the Void Spirit State, communicate with the altar’s array flag, and try to establish a connection with the heavenly heavens."
"Remember, what you need to do now is absorb all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi you can sense, causing Spiritual Qi to gather around you, but don’t be hasty about devouring it."
Accompanying the words of the Immortal Elder, Ye Xiaofan hesitated not, immediately acting on the elder’s instructions. He began operating the ’Heaven-Seizing Technique,’ frantically sensing thirty-six types of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, then desperately absorbing them.
In just a moment, the vast Spiritual Qi thundered in from all directions, gathering at the peak of South Peak, lingering for a long time without dispersing, so dense it was startling.
Soon, overhead the entire Divine Sword Sect, the Spiritual Qi thickened, terrifyingly so, converging into a Spiritual Qi Vortex with a radius of a million feet, as thirty-six kinds of Spiritual Qi rotated slowly, nearly materializing.
Moreover, with Ye Xiaofan’s sensing and absorption, the terrifying Spiritual Qi Vortex continued to expand crazily, leaving billions of cultivators awestruck beyond measure.
Especially the innumerable cultivators of the Divine Sword Sect, countless disciples felt as though they were under the astonishing Spiritual Qi Vortex, as insignificant as dust.
As time passed, under the amplification of the terrifying ’Spiritual Union Array’ and thousands of array flags, the Spiritual Qi Vortex became increasingly astonishing, so immense it sent shivers down one’s spine, as if the entire sky had been replaced by the vortex, the scene exceedingly magnificent and grand.