Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

The story of Turbulent Homeland wasn’t very novel. It was about the Dongying Region’s invasion into the Central Region which triggered an ultimate battle between the pinnacle masters of both sides.

At this moment, no one was aware that a huge catastrophe was brewing invisibly. Qi Tiandi, the World-Creating Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm, the once No.1 Godly Warrior in the Heaven Realm and the god of destruction and rebirth, was scheming with the energy from the Saint Demon Embryo and the Godly State Pillar!

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It was an ancient story told in a traditional way.

However…

Before them…

Like the Legend of the White Snake, this TV Series obviously also had a theme song. The difference was that this TV Series mostly had theme music at the beginning instead of opening songs.

Figures of great presence flashed before them like shooting stars accompanied by intense drumbeats. Under the blood-colored setting sun, tens of thousands of ships in neat formations set off, carrying countless warriors on a sea journey toward the Central Region.

The Central Region, Dongying Region, and Demon Realm… a huge martial story slowly lifted its curtain.

The chilly lights that were flashing like lightning bolts were exquisite moves. The hands moved with the presence of mountains or tsunamis, and they could shatter the sky and the land – this was a battle between true masters!

At this moment, the viewers just didn’t want the opening song to finish, feeling as if their blood was kindled like fire!

Even the elves screamed silently, This TV Series is so good!

Although they didn’t understand what wuxia was, they screamed, “Wow… this is so cool!”

“Are they the warriors in the East Continent?!” Even the saint-level masters such as St. Willy and St. Leidon couldn’t help gasping in surprise.

“Huh-?” Dugu Xiao, the black-robed elder carrying a sword on his back, watched the opening song and exchanged a look with Elder Xiao Yunhe who sitting beside him.

“Oh! How come these people read poems when they make their appearances!?”

The warriors in the Deserted Sea Realm and Spiritual State all watched the TV Series in amazement.

Before they saw the characters, ethereal tunes came to their ears from the sky.

The elves in the West Continent were even more amazed.

“…”

“This…”

How come these warriors are so cool?!

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“Is this wuxia too?!” Nalan Hongwu was enthralled by the show. Obviously, only the customers in the old shops could understand it.

“Wuxia? What’s wuxia…?” The saint-level masters in the West Continent asked in clumsy Spirit State Language that they had obviously just learned from the Language Inspiration Spiritual Spell.

Aren’t they a group of powerful warriors?

What is this powerful stuff called Wuxia?!

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Despite their puzzlement, this group of people sat before the computers and watched the new TV Series in fascination.

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As mentioned before, the Continent of the Immortal Village had three factions, four sects, and six major cave abodes.

Some of them had a very long history, and some of them had gradually grown in the long years into their current states.

“Everything… declined so much…” A black-clothed figure walked in the desolate valley and plucked a wildflower from the knee-length weeds which were as lush as green jade. In the abundant but turbid spiritual essence, there seemed to be fragments of broken array bases.

He bent down and began to clean up the weeds. Suddenly, he looked up and saw another figure standing at the entrance of the valley.

It was a bookish man, and he appeared to be a gentle teacher at first glance.

His face was sickly pale, and he was so thin that it seemed like he had just recovered from a long-standing illness. It felt like a big wind would knock him down.

If not for the horrifying phenomenon spreading from his feet, anyone would take him as an ordinary person.

His black robe was so dark that it seemed to represent death. The ink-like presence spread out on the ground with each step he took, withering and killing all the lush plants it touched.

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Not only in the night but during the day, Zou Mo would see extremely weird things from nowhere whenever he closed his eyes.

He seemed to see a black figure. The darkness spreading from him seemed to be able to devour the sky, the land, and the whole world!

“Evil Emperor… Shang Jiuwen…?!”

The darkness seemed to devour him too!

Vaguely, he seemed to be watching the prehistoric time when ultimate masters were everywhere, and shockingly talented figures rose one after another.

That era seemed to be the most glorious and prosperous time in human history!

Then, he saw countless shooting stars fall from the sky. Under the cloud and mist was a wasteland by the ocean.

“Ah-!” He felt like the figures were extremely familiar to him. At this moment, he fell from the high sky too…

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From the endless void, there seemed to be a cold gaze devoid of any human emotions looking down.

This pair of eyes seemed to be there eternally, gazing at each era like an omnipresent supervisor. Anyone and anything was naked before this pair of eyes as if no secrets could escape from them.

Meanwhile, in the darkness in the void, countless pairs of greedy eyes seemed to be gazing at the world as well.

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Like surging flames, the blazing desire for battle turned the whole jade-like valley into scorched land.

Such a scene had happened before…

However, in the next moment, even though the desire for battle was still there, the suffocating atmosphere evaporated instantly.

After all, only one person could make another step forward.

One man’s success meant countless deaths. Countless people flourished like flowers in the summer and then withered and died. Tens of thousands of years later, no one would remember their names. Perhaps… this was their fate.

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“It’s over so soon?!” Although four episodes of the Turbulent Homeland were released, the warriors and cultivators felt like the hour-long episodes were as short as three minutes.

“I feel like the shop owner secretly shortened the time of each episode?” Sala and the other elves stared at Mr. Fang suspiciously.

They checked the length several times but couldn’t find any fault with it. Resigned, they watched them again.

Each of the four episodes had fierce battles, giving them a ton of inspiration.

“A half god, a half saint, and also a half immortal; a full scholar, a full Daoist and a full sage. Tens of thousands of scrolls in the head, excel in pen and sword to support half the world!” In extremely clumsy Spirit State Language (Mandarin), the elves recited the words while shaking their heads.

“I decided!” Sala yelled, “This is my poem slogan!”

As an elf with good taste, she felt satisfied with this elegant and cool slogan.

“This is mine!” Rowling snorted.

Even the elves in the new shop acted like this, let alone the customers in the old shops even though they had only watched the first four episodes.

Obviously, watching these battles gave them a great boost.

“Huh…?”

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