The man was dressed in a loose robe, his hands crossed with his chin resting on them, staring blankly at the white wall in front of him as if through that empty wall, he could see some absolutely beautiful scenery.

"Who are you?"

Su Tu couldn't help but inquire out of curiosity. This ultimate gate was left by the Martial God; his teacher had sent him to Celestial City Star to become this so-called gatekeeper. Naturally, it couldn't be just for the so-called glory; there must be benefits he couldn't fathom.

And the figure in front of him was likely related to those benefits.

Hearing Su Tu's words, the man stood up and stretched lazily, then turned to look at Su Tu.

The moment he saw that face, Su Tu's breath involuntarily halted slightly.

Because there were no facial features on that man's face, only....

A pure....

Blank!!!

It was boundless, infinite, emptiness, and also the end and beginning of all existence.

Upon seeing that face, Su Tu's entire heart and spirit twisted in that instant, as if his heart and spirit were about to merge with that 'blank' where nothing existed.

At that critical moment, Su Tu felt an indescribable pull, as if anchored by a point.

That anchor came from the history of time, the immortal myths.

"Great Master of the Remnant Army, grant us the invincible power by Nuwa's half-disciple!!"

There were primordial beings from the wilderness chanting.

"The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky reigns. Reverse all injustice in the yellow sky, we—ten thousand people—chant your immortality!"

There were weak yet unyielding voices mourning.

At this moment, two voices echoed in Su Tu's heart and spirit, instantly stabilizing him, bringing his consciousness back in an instant.

"Not bad, didn't expect in this era for someone to appear who could leave words at the origin, truly rare."

"No wonder you can evoke the ultimate gate."

The blank figure looked at Su Tu and spoke lightly.

Accompanied by his voice, Su Tu felt a warm current beginning to nourish his heart and spirit. Previously somewhat depleted, his heart and spirit were almost instantly restored to peak condition, and

that warm current continued to nourish him, making his heart and spirit incredibly calm and his inner world gradually expanding.

The comforting sensation was like soaking in a hot spring after a long day's work, as soothing as it could be. If it weren't for Su Tu's strong willpower, he would almost have let out a sound of pleasure.

Su Tu held back the pleasant feeling, looking at the blank figure and speaking. He could feel that this was just a thought, yet with unimaginable heart and spirit.

"May I ask, who is the senior...?"

The blank figure slowly approached Su Tu.

"Names mean nothing to me, but someone once gave me a name, saying that as a person I should have a name."

"Later, our names were sealed, becoming taboo. Once mentioned, we'd be watched by the unknown."

"We were supposed to disappear silently after doing what needed to be done, but someone insisted on remembering us, so I was left with a title."

"Jian Kong."

Upon hearing the name, Su Tu's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, his pupils quivering, looking at the figure incredulously.

Though Jian Kong alone might not stand out, even be mistaken for a Zen Buddhism disciple.

However, when these two words are connected to a phrase, every human, even all races across the Star River, would tremble!!

At the time of the human race's crisis, unable to elevate the life level and about to become livestock, the nine Martial Gods emerged, fighting all gods and races, breaking the boundary between the current world and subspace, carving a bloody path for the human race.

There were Martial Gods who left behind the method of martial arts cultivation, spreading martial arts across the world, giving the human race a way to elevate their life level.,

There were Martial Gods who established the cultivation realms, left techniques and methods, opening the way for the human race.

There were Martial Gods who traversed the heavens, bringing great medicines and divine objects to enrich the human race's means.

Furthermore, there was a Martial God who left the secret painting technique for the human race, using the Dao collection skill to open up the Sacred Realm, giving the human race the opportunity to seek the path to the Immortals among the gods.

And the Martial God who left behind the secret painting technique was later known as....

Jian Kong the Faceless Warrior God!!

Su Tu felt his throat dry. He suspected the ultimate gate must have various benefits; otherwise, his elder wouldn't have sent him, but he never expected the surprise to be this immense.

He had actually met the legendary Jian Kong the Faceless Warrior God!!

Even if this was only a wisp of thought left by the Martial God, it was an unimaginable opportunity.

If anyone in the All Realms knew that Su Tu had once seen the Martial God, probably the entire human race would be in an uproar.

Su Tu suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "You are... the Martial God, Your Grace."

The Martial God should have been unnamed; Jian Kong was a title given by later generations to distinguish the nine of them.

"In that era, people indeed called me... Martial God."

Jian Kong's voice held a touch of nostalgia.

"But now I'm just a thought, there's no need to call me Your Grace," Jian Kong said lightly.

"No!!" Su Tu shook his head firmly, "Without the Martial God, the human race would have long ceased to exist, the later generations dare not have the slightest disrespect!"

"Now, the human race dares not forget in the slightest!"

Su Tu looked at Jian Kong with respect; for this being who had laid the foundation for the entire human race's current status, he had sincere reverence.

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