Xu Yangyi sucked in deeply, but only felt his blood boil! Nascent Soul… Any book said that Nascent Soul didn’t exist, but right now, Li Zongyuan had merely said there was also a possibility.

But!

Such style that disdained the world, a manner where one did not exist in the winding martial world of Rivers and Lakes—yet this world held the might of one’s legend—could truly be considered unrivaled beneath the heavens! [1]

Whether or not they were alive was already unimportant. Even if they were only corpses, China was also incapable of halting the legend of Nascent Soul!

If I can reach this stage some day… I shall ascend Mount Tai, glancing over the many mountains below as insignificant! [2]

In his mind, an idea that had existed even in the past was incomparably distinct at this moment. As soon as things settled down, his first order of business would be to cultivate the Eternal Alchemy Canon! 

Power, power was number one! Without strength, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could force him to choose between a temporary retreat or the tip of a spear. If he was at Core Formation at this moment, would he still need to waste his breath? 

He clenched his fist.

Foundation Establishment, Senior. Core Formation, Dao Master. Nascent Soul… was called Dao Lord?

He downed a big gulp of beer, letting his mood settle. Continue.

Yes… After the explosion of the atomic bomb, within a week, over a dozen Core Formation cultivators in seclusion came out in astonishment. Two weeks later, the Zhou Clan of the White Horse, as a clan of a thousand-year-old inheritance, led the five...