For the powerful figures of the early martial arts world, the new era had finally arrived. With the original emperors trapped, it seemed that they could finally take revenge. There was a glimmer of hope that they could defeat the original lineage and restore the prestige of the early martial arts lineage.

However, before they could even declare war or launch a coordinated attack, it seemed that this original lineage was about to be abandoned?!

This feeling of not being able to vent your frustrations on an enemy is truly unbearable.

As for the trouble of seeking a new martial art, most people in the Initial Martial Arts lineage are not that foolish.

After all, there is no entanglement or conflict between the New Martial Arts and the Initial Martial Arts lineage.

The cultivation of the new martial arts is not like that of the original lineage, which requires strong beginners to pave the way.

Most importantly, Cao Ya, the "ancestor" of the new martial arts, is still alive in the mortal world!

His fists overpowered the God Emperor and he faced off against the Heavenly Emperor; his power was explosive and far beyond what any of the other martial arts masters could match.

"The original path has been replaced, and a new martial path has risen, but from beginning to end, has there been no room for the survival of the primordial martial path?"

"Could it be that the various martial arts paths of the early days have truly been eliminated by the times???"

The early martial arts masters were bewildered and fell into self-doubt.

Inflexible!

Cao Ya glanced at it and secretly shook his head.

The essence of cultivation is a firm and unwavering belief. Why insist on following a particular path to the very end, as if it were a matter of life and death?

If something can help you and has no hidden dangers, then practice it if you have the means. Why reject it?

If Cao Ya were to be so fixated on a particular path of cultivation that he could not explore other paths, would he have achieved his current strength?

It should be noted that his power originates from numerous universes and various different cultivation systems.

Cao Ya was too lazy to care about the affairs of the initial martial arts, since he wasn't the leader of the initial martial arts.

He blasted through the primordial universe, seemingly injuring the Heavenly Emperor, causing turmoil in the source land and forcing the emperors to retreat and no longer stay in the lower realm.

During this period, he also severely injured the true form of the Divine Emperor, displaying unparalleled power.

"Haha!! Ancestor Cao Ya, I also need to carefully study the new martial arts you have created." The projection of the Western Emperor laughed loudly in the Void Realm.

The assembled heroes exchanged glances, their attitudes mirroring each other's.

This new martial art has an exceptionally high ceiling, comparable to the original martial art, yet without its flaws and hidden dangers. After witnessing the incredible power of "Dao Ancestor" Cao Ya, they naturally coveted this new martial art.

"Whatever." Cao Ya smiled. He wanted to keep his knowledge to himself, and people in this world would never know about any new martial arts.

Moreover, in order to replace the original martial arts, the promotion of the new martial arts was inevitable.

"The Dao Ancestor is so compassionate!" someone among the heroes exclaimed, his words sincere and without a trace of falsehood.

He then bowed deeply with great respect before leaving the Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm.

Following suit, the heroes departed one after another, leaving the Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm and returning to the mortal realm to collect new martial arts techniques and study them diligently.

As for the human realm, that's human territory, and with Cao Ya in charge, who would dare to trespass? Didn't you see how the God Emperor almost perished?

Furthermore, putting aside Cao Ya, Fang Ping, when he gets ruthless, is a true emperor.

Seeing the powerful figures depart one after another, the heroes of the human race also prepared to return to the mortal world. They had a great harvest from this trip to the Heavenly Tomb, and Cao Ya Dao Ancestor finally displayed his divine power, defeating the Nine Primal Emperors and becoming almost invincible!

What once seemed like an insurmountable, overwhelming shadow now appears... to be nothing special?

They were overjoyed and couldn't stop smiling.

However, Cao Ya took away the seed projection, and this Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm could no longer hold on and was about to collapse.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Cao Ya thought for a moment, then formed a hand seal and released countless rays of light, each with a different color—white, cyan, red, blue, yellow, or black. These forces of law flowed into the crumbling Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm, exuding profound mysteries of the Great Dao, and actually held up this secret place!

Although it cannot continue for thousands of years like a seed projection, it seems that maintaining it for a hundred or two hundred years should not be a problem.

"Cao Ya Daozu, your move is truly eye-opening." The Western Emperor projection clicked its tongue in admiration, then left the Void Realm and returned to its own subspace.

Since the Nine Emperors and Four Sovereigns all have projections in this Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm, they naturally also have corresponding subspaces.

However, with the dissipation of the many emperor projections, those subspaces also became unclaimed lands.

Currently, only the projections of the War Emperor, the Destroyer Emperor, the Overlord Emperor, the Spirit Emperor, and the Western Emperor still exist here.

What exactly is the purpose of Cao Ya Daozu leaving behind projections of the five of us? Hmm, Zhan and the other two are already dead and reincarnated, and they are also the pride of the human race. It's reasonable for Cao Ya Daozu not to attack them... But me and the Spirit Emperor... why did he let us go? Is he planning to win over our original selves?

On the way back to the subspace, the Western Emperor projection looked thoughtful.

To be honest, he couldn't understand Cao Ya's actions; it was due to a discrepancy in the intelligence, so he couldn't be blamed.

Cao Ya Daozu's calculations were flawed... I and the Spirit Emperor are at the bottom of the Nine Emperors and Four Emperors, just like the Beast Emperor, the Northern Emperor, the Southern Emperor, and the Extinction Emperor and the Overlord Emperor—the worst tier... If he wanted to win them over, he should have chosen the Human Emperor, the Eastern Emperor, the God Emperor, and the Fighting Emperor...

Although it may sound hurtful, the Western Emperor had to admit that even among the original emperors, there were differences.

Never mind him. Anyway, I'm just a projection. Once the Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm completely collapses, I'll be almost gone... Let the real me worry about this... What's the point of thinking so much...?

The Western Emperor's projection remained relaxed and carefree, putting aside all his questions and continuing to stay in the Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm, not venturing out.

"Dad! Open the door and let your son in."

At that moment, a figure appeared outside his subspace, tilting its head back and shouting.

"You brat, why are you so afraid of death? Don't you know that martial arts are about fighting for victory? Can't you learn from others? You're making your father lose face!" The Western Emperor's projection darkened.

That person was his son, Tianji, who seemed even more timid than his father. He didn't leave the Heavenly Tomb Secret Realm at all, but followed along, intending to stay in this place with his father's projection until it collapsed.

"Father, I can't compete with those freaks! Let your son come in and serve you, to fulfill my filial duty. If the Three Realms really collapse one day, you and I, father and son, will perish at the same time, and no one will be sad." Tianji hurriedly said.

"You jinx!" the Western Emperor's projection snorted, still letting his son in.

"As expected, it's still you, Dad, who loves me the most!"

Upon seeing this, Tianji almost burst into tears.

God knows how terrified and anxious he was being with those perverts outside!

"The Western Emperor and his son, Tianji, are also oddballs."

On the other side, Fang Ping chuckled.

“This is also a strategy. It’s better to live a miserable life than to die. They don’t steal, rob, fight, kill, or fight for anything. Unless other people are bored and have nothing better to do, they won’t bother them.” The King of Town held a different opinion, seemingly agreeing.

After all, he had been hiding like this for eight thousand years, maintaining his peak combat power all the time, never exceeding it by too much.

Upon hearing this, Cao Ya withdrew his gaze from the Western Emperor and his son, looked at the Heavenly King, and suddenly smiled.

Fang Ping, Zhang Tao, and the others seemed to have thought of something as well, and couldn't help but chuckle, their laughter full of teasing.

"These guys..."

The old King of Zhentian's face darkened, and he snorted.

"This is the way of maturity and prudence. What do you know?"