Chapter 1

There are people in the world who are born not ordinary.

He learned to cast swords at three years old, practiced swordsmanship at five, achieved some results at six, left home to seek a master at seven, but it was not easy to find a true master. None of the swordsmen that people knew had enough talent to teach him for a full month.

Finally, at eight years old, he left his sect for the tenth time, entered the wilderness, and lived a lonely and bloody life. He took nature as his teacher, learned from the animals, and created his own body technique, footwork, and sword technique. Five years later, he left the wild mountains.

He held a sword that was three feet long and challenged the martial artists in the world. He won a hundred battles and became a young master swordsman. At sixteen, he challenged the grandmaster of a great martial art sect. He finally lost for the first time in his life. At seventeen, he relied on his martial arts to create 'Exorcism Heart Sutra'.

He challenged the sword demon again, based on that, and finally won. He was known as 'Phong thần' in the martial world. He was considered the peak master in the martial world. After that, in five years, he defeated countless masters, almost becoming invincible.

He was lonely and unmatched in the martial world, alone on the peak of the wind, without any rivals. He had no choice but to regard himself as an enemy. He succeeded in three years, and with that technique, his martial arts advanced another level. Three years later, he finally stopped using swords, and every grass and tree could be a sword. He forgot all his martial arts in two years. Therefore, he entered the true path of martial arts. Around 30 years old, he compared his martial arts with the martial artists in the world, and did not know what defeat was.

At thirty-three, he broke through the void and went to the immortal realm, leaving behind all his martial arts in the human realm, but he did not expect that a bloody slaughter would occur in the martial world for more than 30 years.

Martial World War History - Sword God Heulwen.

The Author Writes: "If ascending to the immortal realm is the peak of martial arts, then I have stood on that peak. But when my martial arts reached the peak, I suddenly realized that everything was just beginning."

"Welcome to the ancient times, 12 million years ago, you are the 17894564th ascender. As your guide, I hope you can survive in this cruel era, and truly become one of us" - Before opening his eyes,Heulwen heard an old voice.

The process of crossing the heavenly tribulation consumed all the true qi in his body, and at this moment, a feeling of exhaustion that he had never felt before enveloped his whole body. He didn't even bother to get up, all because he was too tired. Heulwen opened his mouth and breathed heavily, a stream of damp and musty air filled his lungs, making him involuntarily open his eyes.

He asked with a glimmer of hope: "Is this not the immortal realm?"

"No, there has never been an immortal realm before." The answer was simple and clear.

"You are the first ascender in 12 million years, you have 3 possible chances to ask me what you need to know. Just now was the first question."

Heulwen felt his body finally had some strength, and finally opened his eyes. In front of him was a skinny old man, with traces of age on his face. The old man stood silently in the middle of the ruined area and looked at him. After looking around, Heulwen was shocked. There was nothing here that resembled what he had imagined about the immortal realm. He only saw countless ruins that seemed to have gone through many great wars.

After being stunned, Heulwen regained his senses. He was silent for a while, then he used his second chance: "Tell me what I should know".

"That's a pity, I have to tell you the truth, humans have never been at the top of all creatures, but on the contrary, in this multiverse, humanity is the lowest and weakest of all beings."

"There has never been an immortal realm, the immortal realm is just something we lie to encourage you. You can also say it's to help you escape from prison."

"What!" His whole body was boiling with blood, feeling cheated and oppressed on his chest, making him feel like it was an illusion, after a long silence Heulwen stood up strongly and grabbed the old man's neck angrily and said: "Why? Why is that?"

That's the third problem, huh?" The old man's face was still extremely calm as if he didn't see him holding his neck, Heulwen as if being electrocuted quickly let go of his hand.

"Remember, when I knew the truth, I was also shocked and confused like you." The old man sighed, looking at the young ascender in front of him, his eyes showing compassion.

"Strength is superior to weakness, those who obey survive, that is the immutable rule of the universe. But humans are too weak. In order to develop humanity, we had to design this prison. Living in it, you can't discover this truth, yes, humans are too weak. Like where you came from, the common people are not truly recognized by us, even though we were once one of them."

"Do you remember what I just told you? You are the 17894564th ascender, is that a big number? But I have to tell you that the number is very small, so small that it can be counted, no matter if they are demons or angels with wings, their races, each race has tens of billions of people. Not to mention that demons and angels are much stronger than humans. Now are you happy or sad after ascending? Or do you think I'm joking?"

"It's a pity to tell you that this is the truth. In these three years, you will receive any help you want, I don't know what we will get back in this short time, it's the limit we can do. Three years, in three years, if you can't become a strong person, you will be eliminated ruthlessly. The demons, they don't hate eating a human anyway. Anyway, if that happens, it's really a pity."

The young ascender seemed to be considering the third problem, standing still in silence. But the old man in front of him was not in a hurry, waiting quietly for him to speak.

"According to what you said, this world is based on the survival of the fittest, but the demons arrogantly eat humans, if that's the case, tell me why only a few tens of millions of people can live in this world."

He thought it was a simple question, but he didn't expect the old man to answer for a long time. He looked up and found that the old man had a strange expression on his face, sometimes like reminiscing, sometimes like admiring, sometimes like losing his mind.

He sighed again, the old man really paid attention to the young ascender, and said: "I hope your appearance can make the situation of our human race better than now. As for the third problem you just mentioned, each race has its own way of survival, for these ways of survival, destroying the space where you live is very easy, but among humans, there is no doubt that there are strong ones."

"You have used up your three questions, now be quiet, on the way to the martial arts holy temple, without my permission you are not allowed to open your mouth." He said coldly, the old man grabbed Heulwen hand and flew directly into the air.

The wind whistled past his ears, the two of them flew in the air, in a moment of carelessness, Heulwen's vision spanned the primitive jungle area, he saw a powerful demon fighting with a huge wild beast, and there were a few pieces of bloody flesh that they were fighting for.

"This is a huge mountain that pierces the sky thousands of feet high, the area at the foot of the mountain is tens of thousands of feet square, on the top of the mountain there is a flat area of several thousand feet square, in front there is a palace made of a large block of stone that is the ancient holy palace, right in front is a large gate more than eighty feet high, the gate pillars are only made of a large rough stone, from the outside looking in, the whole palace is like one body. On the main gate board there is only one ancient character "martial"

When Heulwen came to the martial arts school, he discovered that the rough stones on both sides of the road were full of people sitting on them. Each person occupied space on a stone but it was not too crowded. This group of people included both old and young people who were meditating with their eyes closed. If it weren't for an old man telling him that these people had reached a state of peace and were martial artists who practiced asceticism at the temple, he would have thought they were all dead.