After digesting this news, Ian Song asked curiously, "Everyone says there hasn't been a Martial God in centuries, so why...?"
Yellow Mountain hesitated before answering, "It's true—the Human Race hasn't produced a new Martial God in centuries. The ones who remain are all over five hundred years old, and since these three haven't shown themselves in ages, very few people actually know they exist."
"The Demon and Monster Races also have beings equivalent to Martial Gods, right?" Ian asked again.
Yellow Mountain nodded. "That's right—the Demon Race has Devil Gods, and the Monster Race has Beast Gods. But the three races have an agreement: Martial God-level experts are forbidden from personally interfering in the struggles between the races."
Ian looked enlightened, then asked again, "So where is Grand-Master now?"
Since things had already come to this, Yellow Mountain saw no need to hide it. "The Human Race has three forbidden lands: Oblivion Peak, Heavenreach Sea, and Mistveil Cliff. Your Grand-Master's dojo is on Oblivion Peak, and that's why he's called the Oblivion Martial God."
Ian had read about the three forbidden lands in ancient texts—they were all places where, once you entered, it was almost impossible to leave.
But those who do manage to leave one of the forbidden lands usually go on to achieve great things.
Most of the people who make it out have either received guidance from one of the three Martial Gods, inherited some legacy, or gotten some benefit from them.
"So what are you planning to do? Go to Oblivion Peak and ask Grand-Master to step in?" Ian looked at Yellow Mountain and asked.
"No need for that. I have a token bestowed by my master. If I crush it, your Grand-Master will sense it." As he spoke, Yellow Mountain solemnly took out a pale yellow token from his robe. It looked ordinary, but held a special aura.
Staring at the token, Yellow Mountain seemed lost in memories, regret flashing across his face from time to time. "Back then, I left the mountain to temper myself after reaching small success in cultivation, but I never imagined I'd ruin my own foundation and be unable to return to Oblivion Peak for life."
For years, no matter how he cultivated, his realm only declined. Now, he'd fallen to early grandmaster.
Ever since that battle, he'd earned the nickname Falling Star Swordsman.
To reach great-grandmaster at such a young age—no wonder this 'cheap' father was so proud. With Martial God techniques, maybe he could've healed himself, but his pride wouldn't let him go back. Clearly, it was self-respect holding him back.
With vital essence pouring in, it took less than fifteen minutes for his aura to soar and his body to tremble—he'd returned to mid-grandmaster.
"What are you doing?"
Yellow Mountain tried to shake him off.
Half an hour later, Yellow Mountain's aura rose again, reaching late grandmaster.
His absorption of vital essence grew even fiercer, but the spiritual energy in the City Lord's Mansion was far thinner than at Pristine Way Sect, so the surrounding energy couldn't keep up with his demand.
"Who's messing with you!" Ian retorted, annoyed.
"Like I don't know what you're capable of!" Yellow Mountain scoffed.
Ian curled his lip and said proudly, "Ever heard of 'look at a man with new eyes after three days'? My medical skills may not be earth-shattering, but nobody in this world can match me. If you weren't my old man, I wouldn't even bother with you!"
Seeing this brat bragging to the heavens, Yellow Mountain couldn't help but scold, "You little punk—!"
"It's nothing serious. I can heal you!"
Ian's voice rang out, cutting Yellow Mountain off.
At his words, Yellow Mountain's eyes flashed with disbelief and suspicion. "Kid, you're not just trying to fool me, are you?"
"Shut up and listen to your son," Lydia Liu interrupted. She looked at Ian anxiously. "Baby, can you really heal your father's body?"
"You'll know soon enough whether I can heal him or not!"
With a thought, Ian channeled a stream of Radiance of Life into Yellow Mountain's body. After probing, he found his 'cheap' father's main issues were depleted potential, a cracked dantian, and withered meridians.
The spiritual energy of the entire City Lord's Mansion shook—Yellow Mountain had finally returned to great-grandmaster.
Strangely, after reaching early great-grandmaster, he didn't stop—he kept on cultivating.
For years, no matter how he cultivated, his realm only declined. Now, he was back to the early grandmaster stage.
Yellow Mountain broke through again, stabilizing his cultivation at peak mid great-grandmaster—just a step away from late great-grandmaster.
As he circulated his technique, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into his body.
With vital essence pouring in, it took less than fifteen minutes for his aura to soar and his body to tremble—he'd returned to mid-grandmaster stage.
"Baby, your father—!"
Ian made a shushing gesture to Lydia Liu, signaling her not to disturb Yellow Mountain and just watch.
Half an hour later, Yellow Mountain's aura rose again, reaching late grandmaster stage.
His absorption of vital essence grew even fiercer, but the spiritual energy in the City Lord's Mansion was far thinner than at Clearway Sect, so the surrounding energy couldn't keep up with his demand.
Seeing this, Ian quickly took out a few Profound Pills and fed them to Yellow Mountain.
With the nourishment from the Profound Pills, Yellow Mountain's aura began to rise again.
But in less than fifteen minutes, the effect of the pills faded, and his cultivation still remained at late grandmaster stage.
If he couldn't break through to great-grandmaster in one go, he'd probably develop a mental block, making future recovery much harder.
So Ian directly gave him ten Profound Pills and stuffed two top-grade spirit crystals into his hands.
With Ian's help, Yellow Mountain had no worries left and focused all his strength on breaking through to great-grandmaster.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Boom!
The spiritual energy of the entire City Lord's Mansion shook—Yellow Mountain had finally returned to the great-grandmaster realm.
Strangely, after reaching early great-grandmaster, he didn't stop—he kept on cultivating.
One day later.
Yellow Mountain broke through again, stabilizing his cultivation at the peak of mid great-grandmaster—just a step away from late great-grandmaster.
"Well?"
As soon as Yellow Mountain opened his eyes, Lydia Liu asked excitedly.
"Haha! Not only did I recover my old realm, I've gone even further—I've reached mid great-grandmaster!" Yellow Mountain said with pride, looking more vigorous and imposing than ever.
Seeing him so smug, Lydia Liu couldn't help but retort, "Smug for what? If my baby hadn't healed you, you wouldn't even dream of breaking through—let alone getting your old cultivation back!"
"Yes, yes! You're absolutely right, dear—I'm just getting carried away!" Yellow Mountain said quickly.