In this hazy, seemingly uncertain realm, Zhao Ya saw many mysterious scenes.
At first, it was a scene of craftsmen hewing mountains and chipping away at cliffs.
The craftsmen, tied with ropes around their waists and wielding huge axes, slowly carved into the towering cliffs.
Although they were ordinary people, their skills were incredibly exquisite.
With their sculpting, the outline of a giant dragon began to gradually emerge.
And when the giant dragon finally appeared completely on the cliff, Zhao Ya saw a tall man in ancient attire, carrying a long sword, step into the air, and strike twice on the dragon’s eyes.
After the flash of the blade, the dragon that was already lifelike seemed to be infused with life, its posture becoming more relaxed, as if it was about to fly off the cliff at the next moment.
Following this, Zhao Ya saw the man standing in the air, slowly turning around and chanting aloud.
"I have infused my lifetime understanding into this map; from now on, it shall be the founding basis of Azure Dragon Temple, and is henceforth the Root Map."
After his proclamation, the crowd below responded in unison.
The scene then shifted, and Zhao Ya saw countless martial artists observing and training in front of the Azure Dragon Map.
From here, the scene seemed to accelerate, with blossoms and withers visible, the only constant being the martial artists training in front of the Azure Dragon Map.
However, Zhao Ya still noticed that the number of these martial artists varied.
At times, there were as many as several hundred; at others, only a scant three to five dozen remained.
Nonetheless, the tradition continued unbroken.
As time passed, Zhao Ya found the scene becoming increasingly clear.
If he had to describe it, at the beginning, it was like watching a movie shot on old film.
But now, the quality had become 4K-grade.
Simultaneously, the number of martial artists training in front of the Azure Dragon Map began to surge after hitting a low point.
Finally, the number of martial artists reached its peak, with the square in front of the Azure Dragon Map crammed with at least a thousand people during training.
This was an alarming number.
Because to be able to train by visualizing the Root Map, these martial artists must have at least reached the Fifth Realm.
Imagine, more than a thousand martial artists at the Fifth Realm level, what a terrifying force that must be.
But soon, the situation changed again.
First, these martial artists gradually split into two factions, and during training, the two factions stayed apart, forming two distinct camps.
Subsequently, conflicts began to escalate, starting with minor skirmishes, and quickly developing into violent clashes.
Eventually, a great war erupted.
Even just watching the scene, the brutality of the battle shocked Zhao Ya.
He saw the square in front of the Cliff Dragon Painting littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing.
Martial artist disciples from the same faction slaughtered each other, using moves they were most familiar with, but with more brutal intent than against any enemy.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya also saw the battles among the top martial artists.
The strength of these individuals was at least no less than Shen Yunshen’s top Meridian Opening level, and some had reached heights like Guo Luming.
Thus, when they fought, the spectacle was even more astonishing.
Zhao Ya witnessed an elderly figure with bloody sleeves repelling a strong enemy with a single strike, and even the grand hall behind was destroyed.
In this fierce fight, two figures stood out prominently.
One appeared young, about thirty years old, Zhao Ya estimated, but his strength was absurdly overwhelming.
Even top Meridian Opening experts were not his match in a single move.
His opponent was an elderly, white-haired man.
This elder’s strength was also formidable, every move wielding immense power, evidently harnessing the forces from the Azure Dragon Root Map.
Yet despite this, he could only fight evenly with the young man.
Toward the end of the battle, the young man suddenly sneered, seized an opportunity, broke away from the fight, and rushed toward the Cliff Dragon Painting.
The elder was taken aback and hurriedly pursued, with the two engaging in a fierce battle above the Azure Dragon Map, culminating in the young man shattering a dragon horn with a finger strike.
The elder spat blood on the spot, but in a final burst of strength, he forced the young man to fly out.
The young man seemed to have sustained internal injuries as well, and with a muffled groan, looked at the Azure Dragon Map with unwilling eyes before retreating.
With his departure, chaos erupted among the combatants below.
Many began to withdraw one after another.
Ultimately, the square was left with only the bodies and some bloodstained, bewildered martial artists.
And at this moment, the elder who displayed formidable strength at the last moment, suddenly spat blood and collapsed to the ground.
The remaining martial artists were all startled, gathering around, some even crying in panic.
The elder merely shook his head with a faint smile and warned everyone not to be complacent, as the young man, though injured by him, was not critically harmed, and might very well return another day.
He then pointed to someone in the crowd, beckoning them forward.
Because he was separated from the scene, Zhao Ya could only hear some of the main words, missing many other details.