The hand seals filled the sky, giving off a faint glow like a silent ocean.
Figures appeared from the hand seals one after another.
Each of them represented one of Liu Ping's lives.
"I'm here to challenge your Blade technique!"
In the void, a burly man jumped out and raised his long saber high up.
The figure charged towards the burly man.
"Good timing, I'll let you know today"
Saying so, the burly man swung his Blade at the figure with all his might.
But the figure pulled out a Blade of light and casually swung it, knocking the burly man's Blade away.
The Blade flashed again.
The burly man flew back into the void of space and couldn't be seen anymore.
A line of burning text appeared:
[Someone who stood at the peak of Blade techniques has been defeated by you, no one can doubt your Blade techniques ever again]
[In this martial scripture, the 'Saber Art' part has been recognized.]
Liu Ping nodded.
"I'd like to ask, are the people I defeated dead? Because I saw that the attack just now was quite fierce."
He asked the Huang Quan machine.
"No, when they lose, they will return to their original Samsara world, but they will continue to pay attention to this place until all the challenges are over" the Huang Quan machine replied.
"Where did these people come from?" Liu Ping asked.
"They are the best of their Samsara worlds, they are qualified to pay attention to this matter as soon as possible" the Huang Quan machine replied.
"Tsk tsk, a bunch of trash, I need to think of a way to teach them a lesson."
Liu Ping's expression became fierce.
Seeing him like that, the old Daoist knew that his personality had been influenced by another force.
"Hah …" the old Daoist sighed.
A line of […] also appeared on the Huang Quan machine's screen.
Suddenly.
Liu Ping raised his hand again and formed a new hand seal.
This hand seal turned into a streak of light and flew into the sky, hovering above all the other hand seals.
The Huang Quan machine asked doubtfully: "What is that? A new battle technique? Or a spell? "
"Is this the lesson you want to teach them?" the old Daoist asked.
"No, this is what I want to tell every challenger." Liu Ping answered.
A second later.
A scream of pain.
A woman who challenged an archer was shot in the shoulder by an arrow and instantly lost.
At the top of the sky.
That new handprint suddenly emitted light and landed in front of the woman, turning into a human form.
"You win. My archery skills are inferior to yours." The woman gritted her teeth and said.
"I didn't win." Liu Ping's voice sounded from the human figure.
He placed his hand on the girl's forehead and said, "I'm going to teach you my archery skills now. I also want to say …"
"Perhaps you know that there are many things in the world that stand in our way. Monsters, disasters, wars, and so on."
"I am a loser, defeated many times by a monster that treats humans as food."
"Listen up, everyone."
"If you can help, if you are willing."
"Please surpass me."
His voice spread far and wide, and was heard by many experts.
"The enemy is too powerful. I bet that once it discovers your world, it will also eat everyone there. I've experienced this too many times, so …"
"I really want you to surpass me. This proves that other than me, more people are doing the same thing as me."
"That's right. Fate has defeated us, but we will rise again. One day, we will teach it a lesson."
The woman listened in shock, her gaze becoming sharp.
She took a step forward and lightly touched the figure's fingertips with her forehead.
"Don't regret it. After I learn your skills, I will definitely surpass you." she softly said.
"Surpass me, and then?" Liu Ping asked.
"I want to see what kind of monster it is to give you such a headache. I will deal with it with you!" the woman said.
"Alright, I look forward to that day." Liu Ping smiled.
This scene was seen by all the experts of the Samsara.
Then.
The void of space around them became lively.
People kept jumping out, wanting to challenge this martial scripture.
But …
No matter what kind of weapon or technique they used.
No one could win.
Time passed.
One minute.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
There were fewer and fewer challengers.
Until now, no one had managed to defeat the figure formed by the handprint.
Liu Ping only watched from the side, occasionally showing a different expression.
In the wanderings of life and death, in countless worlds, every time he opened his eyes, he tried his best to defeat the nightmare.
He learned a lot.
In many fields, he stood at the peak.
But even when he reached the Samsara in his final life, he still couldn't find a way to defeat the nightmare.
Until now.
All his combat skills had been condensed into seals, and all the seals formed a martial scripture.
The handprints in the air were glowing brighter and brighter.
Perhaps someone will be able to surpass this martial scripture in the future?
Let's hope so.
That meant that there was more hope for mankind, and that they could rely on themselves.
Liu Ping thought silently in his heart.
All of a sudden.
The Huang Quan machine spoke with a gentle voice:
"The number of challengers has returned to zero"
"The martial scripture has been established."
"Please give this martial scripture a name."
Liu Ping thought for a bit, then spoke: "It should have been called [Martial Scripture: Ultimate Martial Scripture], as long as you recite it and cultivate it, you will gradually be reborn. Because it carries the power seed of the Samsara and Age of Old, as well as all of my martial arts wisdom and power."
The Huang Quan machine happily spoke: "There is no dispute, this martial scripture is the essence of your past life's cultivation, enough to guide all living beings to cultivate it. Furthermore, it can be used to calm the influence of the two forces on your body."
As soon as it said that, lines of burning text appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes:
[Congratulations]
[Martial Scripture: Ultimate Martial Scripture] has been successfully created.]
[In the future, all living beings will benefit greatly from the existence of this scripture, no longer suffering from the torment of the Samsara's power of creation and destruction]
[With this Merit, you will receive the title of Saint]
[Your title, 'Twilight's Embrace', is currently undergoing an extraordinary evolution.]
[You have lost this title]
[You have received the title of Saint: Saint Statue of the Tide]
[Title description: You are the one who stands at the forefront of the tide of the era. You have seen through the coming calamity and were the first to fight against it. You are the leader, guide, mentor, and Saint statue of all living beings. Because of your hard work, more people will step forward to fight against the nightmare until they perish.]
[Effect: All living beings will feel a sense of familiarity when they see you]
All the text flashed and disappeared.
The Card Tome opened on its own, two cards flew out and hovered in front of Liu Ping.
One was [Nightmare's Embrace: Blood Skull], the other was [Flame Bearer].
The Blood Skull was a necessary disguise for humans to travel in the Nightmare Layer, while [Flame Bearer] was a pass to enter the human race's hiding place.
The Blood Skull looked at him from the card and excitedly spoke: "You've succeeded! You've obtained the right to enter that place! Let's quickly return to the Nightmare Layer! "
From the void of space, a voice suddenly resounded:
"No!"
A blurry silhouette quietly appeared.
As soon as Liu Ping heard this voice, he immediately remembered.
This was the new Historian!
The Blood Skull looked at him and loudly spoke: "Historian?
This part of his history can already be fixed, he should immediately return with us."
"No!" the Historian cut it off.
"Why not?" the Blood Skull asked.
"Because the Lord of Nightmares will only fall for it once. If he returns to that era, once he's discovered by the Lord of Nightmares again, he won't have any chance of escaping." the Historian replied.
"Then what do we do?" the Blood Skull became anxious.
"There's a way" Liu Ping replied, "I can travel through time."
"No, you can't travel through time anymore, because other than the Lord of Nightmares, the Manor Lord who controls Occultism is also looking for you. His gaze has already been cast towards the River of Time, as soon as you show yourself, he will immediately discover you." the Historian explained.
"If that's the case, then I won't be able to travel through time for now." Liu Ping said.
The Historian put up a finger and spoke: "You still have one last chance to travel through time, it was reserved a long time ago."
"What time?" Liu Ping asked.
"I know that you have a [A Parade of Day and Night ], in fact, there is another Card inside. You must destroy the [A Parade of Day and Night] to obtain that Card" the Historian explained.
Liu Ping looked at the book.
The [A Parade of Day and Night] automatically popped up.
The Lord of Time's voice came from the Card:
"Very good, it seems you're not dead, and the Historian is still here, which means that the history of the Martial Scripture's creation has been fixed."
"I've fixed everything that happened just now, it can no longer be changed." the Historian replied.
"Then let us begin, I've prepared a safe moment, from the current situation, it is the only safe moment" the Lord of Time's voice came from the Card.
"Are you sure it's a safe moment?
If something goes wrong, all of our efforts will go to waste "the old Daoist suddenly cut in.
"I'm sure it's safe, he has already met the Saint Spirit, what he needs to do the most now is to return to that moment and find the Saint Spirit" the Lord of Time replied.
"That's good, he's already worked so hard to get to this point, we can't do anything else to help him, please don't mess this up" the old Daoist sighed in relief.
"Don't worry, I've already confirmed it." the Lord of Time's voice came again.
The two of them spoke in a very familiar tone, almost like they were old friends.
Following their words, the [A Parade of Day and Night] card burst into flames.
The entire Card was burnt to ashes, but a black Card appeared right after.
The Historian seemed to have sensed something and urged him:
"Liu Ping, you can leave now, you need to hurry, otherwise, something might happen!"
"What happened?" the old Daoist asked.
"Someone is rewriting history, he has to leave immediately, and then I have to fix everything at this moment to prevent any changes." the Historian said.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!" the Blood Skull urged.
Liu Ping gritted his teeth and turned to look at the old Daoist.
"Master … you know, right?" he asked.
"Of course, I'm your master, you're growing, I'm also working hard, everyone is actually working hard, because the enemy is indeed too strong." the old Daoist grinned.
Liu Ping asked, "Then what is your identity?"
The old Daoist said seriously, "At this moment of separation, I won't hide it from you."
"I was originally the Nine Heavens Emperor, because I was worried about the suffering of the people in the Lower Realm, so I entered the mortal world and experienced many disasters. Now that you've successfully completed the Martial Scripture, I've also completed it, I'm about to return to the Heavenly Realm. From now on, I'll be in charge of the Heavenly Palace, ruling the Six Realms!"
Liu Ping's mouth twitched, and he muttered, "You're lying again …"