Volume 1: Martial Dao Transformation, Qingshi Turmoil

Chapter 1: Annulment? My System Has Awakened!

Qingshi Town, Martial Arts Arena.

The noon sun was like a fire, roasting the bluestone slabs until they sizzled and smoked, the very air scorching the throat. Yet, over a hundred people were squeezed around the arena, each craning their neck, eyes bulging wider than copper bells, staring intently at the center of the field.

Those gazes were filled with mockery, pity, and schadenfreude, as if they were watching a monkey show that had been meticulously rehearsed for three years.

Lin Xuan stood right in the center of this scene.

His back was ramrod straight, like an iron spear wedged into a rock crevice. But his clenched fists had nails digging into his palms, unaware of the blood seeping out. In his palm, the dragon-phoenix jade pendant that should have been warm was now ice-cold and hard, still carrying a faint, cold fragrance—brushed on just now when it was tossed back from the fingertips of the young girl opposite him.

Ten years.

He had transmigrated to this Xuanhuan world where one could Cultivate for immortality and longevity exactly ten years ago. He had worked harder than anyone, rising with the rooster and training his muscles and bones, sleeping at midnight and rising at dawn, but his body was like a tattered bag leaking from all sides. No matter how hard he tried, the meager Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi he absorbed simply wouldn't stay, unable to be converted into Internal Energy.

He was forever stuck at the first layer of the Martial Dao, like an inescapable brand of shame.

“Lin Xuan.”

The voice rang out, crisp like jade beads falling into a silver tray—pleasant to the ear, yet cold and devoid of any human warmth.

The speaker was Su Qingyue. Clad in a moon-white robe of material so light it seemed weightless, her hem moved even without wind, and a visible aura of pale blue Spiritual Qi swirled around her. Just by standing there, she was separated by a whole world from the sweating, coarse-clothed townsfolk around her. Her face was exquisite, her features like a painting, but her beautiful eyes were now filled with undisguised distance and a hint of... high-and-mighty pity.

“The marriage contract between us was merely a drunken jest by our fathers, not to be taken seriously.” She spoke, each word clear and striking the bluestone slabs, hotter than the sun. “Now, I have joined the Yunni Sect and stepped onto the path of immortality, with a bright future ahead. As for you...”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan’s faded and patched coarse cloth outfit. That look was light, yet it felt like a dull knife scraping over flesh.

“Ten years, and you are still at the first layer of the Martial Dao, without a single step of progress.”

“Immortal and Mortal are different; let this Dao Companion contract be dissolved today.”

With that, she raised her slender hand, and a small white jade bottle traced an arc through the air, landing with a “clack” in the dust at Lin Xuan’s feet, rolling half a circle before stopping.

“This ‘qi gathering pill’ is my compensation to you. Take it, and perhaps you can strengthen your body and live out your life as a Mortal in peace. Between us, we are now even, with no further connection.”

“Hahaha!”

Ear-piercing laughter exploded like a broken gong.

Beside Su Qingyue, a young man in fine silk clothes with a face full of arrogance stepped forward. This was the eldest young master of the Zhao Family in Qingshi Town, Zhao Hu. He was also a newly joined Outer Sect Disciple of the Yunni Sect, with a cultivation of Qi Refining Stage level four, and he had been pursuing Su Qingyue for some time.

“Junior Sister Qingyue is just too kind-hearted!” Zhao Hu squinted at Lin Xuan, his mouth curling into a wide grin. “Why waste words with this peerless ‘Genius’ who hasn't managed to reach the second layer of the Martial Dao in ten years? Even the old ox in my backyard would have made more progress just by kicking its legs! Junior Sister, you are a celestial sprout with a Third-Grade Spiritual Root, with Foundation Establishment and even a Golden Core in your future! What is he? A toad in the mud, thinking he can covet a swan in the sky?”

His voice was extremely loud, and he deliberately infused it with the Spiritual Pressure of the Qi Refining Stage, making the ears of the ordinary people at the edge of the field ring and their faces turn pale.

“Exactly! Fairy Su has done more than enough!”

“Hurry up and pick up the pill, kowtow in thanks, and get lost! Don't soil the Fairy's eyes!”

“Ten years! Even a pig would have reached the third layer by now!”

The jeers, mockery, and disdainful gazes surged from all directions like a cold tide, threatening to completely submerge the solitary figure in the center of the arena.

Lin Xuan felt his chest tightening as if it were about to burst, a metallic taste rushing up his throat, which he forced back down. His fists creaked as he clenched them, his knuckles deathly pale.

Compensation? It was nothing more than high-and-mighty charity.

Humiliation, resentment, and a bottomless sense of powerlessness that almost swallowed him whole tightened around his heart like countless vines, making it hard to breathe.

He looked at the dust-covered pill bottle at his feet, at Su Qingyue’s exquisite but cold face, at Zhao Hu’s arrogant and triumphant expression, and at the undisguised mockery on the familiar and unfamiliar faces around him...

At the very moment when the string of his sanity was about to snap completely—

[Ding!]

A cold, mechanical, yet incredibly clear voice, like thunder from the Nine Heavens, boomed without warning in the deepest part of his mind!

[Detected that the host's Dao Heart is wounded, and negative emotions such as extreme resentment, anger, and hatred have reached the critical peak value... Meeting the highest standard binding conditions...]

[The unique supreme Legacy of the myriad worlds—‘Endless Martial Dao Legacy System’ is activating... Binding...]

[10%... 30%... 70%... 100%! Binding successful!]

[Hello, Host. This System aims to find the most resilient Martial Dao seed in the myriad worlds, to pass on the supreme Martial Dao, break all shackles, and ascend to the pinnacle. Detected abnormal changes in the Laws of the host's world: the old path is severed, the new path is unclear. System compatibility adjustment in progress...]

[Newbie Gift Pack issued: ① Access rights to the ‘Endless Martial Dao Tower’ (first time free). The time flow inside the tower relative to the outside world is 1,000,000:1. ② Core chapter of the Basic Martial Dao Spirit-Transformation Art. ③ Newbie task issued.]

Lin Xuan’s entire body shuddered violently, and his nearly stagnant heart felt as if it had been injected with molten lava, beginning to throb wildly!

System? Golden Finger?

In the abyss of despair, a light more piercing and more intense than the sun suddenly shone in!

He didn't hesitate for a second, not even bothering with the pill on the ground, or Su Qingyue’s cold face, or Zhao Hu’s nauseating laughter.

In his heart, he used all the strength of his Soul to roar out the command:

“Enter the Martial Dao Tower! Now! Immediately!”

Buzz—!

It was as if heaven and earth were overturned, and time and space were thrown into chaos.

The piercing sunlight of the arena, the noisy voices, the scorching temperature of the bluestone slabs, Su Qingyue’s slightly raised chin, Zhao Hu’s wide grin, the distorted faces around him... everything was instantly stretched, blurred, and then, like a fading ink painting, drifted away and dissipated completely, replaced by an endless, eternal, silent darkness.

The next moment, the feeling of weightlessness vanished.

Lin Xuan found himself standing in an incredibly vast place, its immensity beyond words.

Looking up, there was an infinitely high, hazy “sky” that seemed to have no end. All around were dark walls with a cold metallic luster that stretched as far as the eye could see. He was standing at the lowest level of a towering pagoda beyond imagination, which seemed to connect the beginning and the end of the Universe.

The first floor of the tower was as vast as a plain, yet so empty it was heart-wrenching. Only in the very center did an ancient beast-skin book float, its light extremely dim, as if it might go out at any moment.

On the cover of the ancient book were several bold, powerful ancient characters—《Basic Fist Technique · Mountain Crushing Force.

[Please begin your cultivation.] The System's prompt echoed in the vast, silent tower, adding a touch of coldness and desolation.

There was no time for sorrow, no room for hesitation.

Lin Xuan strode to the ancient book and reached out to touch it. The beast-skin book instantly transformed into a faint stream of light and entered his brow. A massive amount of information—diagrams, chants, exertion techniques, blood-qi circulation routes, breathing rhythms... was instantly branded into the depths of his Soul.

It was very simple, very basic—the purest method of mobilizing the body's blood-qi and the strength of muscles and bones to concentrate them into a single punch. It couldn't even be considered a Martial Skill.

But Lin Xuan treated it like a priceless treasure! His eyes burst with a terrifying glint!

Ten years! A full ten years! He had finally found a clear path that he could truly walk! It wasn't the ethereal Immortal Dao that had closed its doors to him, but the most honest and direct Dao of Strength!

“Ha!”

He gave a low roar and suddenly ripped off his faded shirt, revealing a body that, while not particularly bulky, was well-defined and covered in both old and new scars. Taking a deep breath, he discarded all the stray thoughts in his mind—the humiliation, anger, resentment, Su Qingyue, Zhao Hu!

In his mind, only the crystal-clear diagrams and chants of the Mountain Crushing Force remained.

Starting stance: sink the waist, drop the hips, grip the ground with the toes, twist the body, drive the shoulder, and punch!

“Bang!”

The first punch was awkward and stiff, the blood-qi circulation was heavily obstructed, and the fist was weak, not even stirring a breeze. On the contrary, because he used too much force, he almost strained a muscle.

But his gaze didn't waver. He withdrew his fist, adjusted his breathing, carefully reflected on the mistakes just now, sank his waist again, twisted his body, and punched!

The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch...

Time seemed to lose its meaning here. There was no rotation of the sun or moon in the tower, no rising or setting of stars, only that eternally unchanging, hazy “light” illuminating this ancient loneliness.

When he was hungry, the coarsest rations and water, barely enough to stave off hunger, would appear out of thin air in the corner.

When he was tired, he would sit cross-legged and circulate that minuscule amount of blood-qi according to the chant to alleviate the tearing soreness in his muscles.

Then, he would stand up and continue!

One year, two years...

His punches began to carry a faint sound of wind, his steps became solid, and his lower body grew stable. The blood-qi that had been stagnant like dead water at the first layer of the Martial Dao actually began to grow and condense slowly but firmly under the tempering of this most primitive and domineering power-activation method of the Mountain Crushing Force! Although he still couldn't break through that barrier, his physical strength, endurance, and resilience were undergoing visible changes!

Five years, ten years...

With a single punch, the air made a dull “poof” sound! The incredibly hard floor, made of some unknown material, was stamped with a shallow indentation by his foot!

He had long since progressed from a mere glimpse of the Mountain Crushing Force to entering the threshold, and then to being highly proficient. He understood every muscle tremor and every flow of blood-qi intimately.

But he didn't stop. He was the only person here, and the only thing he could talk to was the cold, silent System prompt. Loneliness was like the coldest venomous snake, gnawing at his mind at all times. Only by constantly throwing punches, letting sweat blur his vision, and letting extreme fatigue occupy every inch of his body could he temporarily forget that maddening solitude.

Twenty years, thirty years...

One day, he threw a punch at a humanoid dummy in the tower used for testing, cast from an unknown metal.

“Boom!”

With a loud crash, the metal dummy, which would take several people to encircle, actually vibrated violently! A crystal-clear fist print, an inch deep, was left on the surface!

Mountain Crushing Force, Perfection!

[《Basic Fist Technique · Mountain Crushing Force has been cultivated to the Realm of Perfection. Reward: Permanent strength increase of three thousand catties; slight increase in muscle strength and bone density.]

A warm current was injected into his limbs out of thin air. Muscle fibers seemed to be tempered and reorganized by an invisible force, becoming even tougher. A slight itching sensation came from his bones, and a surge of unprecedented power filled him.

Lin Xuan exhaled a long breath of turbid air, which actually shot out several feet like a sharp arrow, leaving a faint white trail in the air.

He felt no joy; instead, his gaze became even calmer and deeper, like an ancient cold pool.

He walked toward the second Secret Manual that had reappeared in the center of the tower—Wind-Chasing Steps.

Cultivation continued.

Fifty years passed...

The space on the first floor of the tower was already filled with various training equipment he had created himself, and the walls were covered with countless marks of varying depths. Lin Xuan’s figure was as fast as a ghost, moving like thunder and staying still like a mountain. Fists, feet, fingers, palms, elbows, knees... every part of his body had become the most terrifying weapon. His footwork was exquisite, leaving no trace as he dodged and moved.

Saber, spear, sword, halberd, axe, battle-axe, hook, fork... as long as it was a weapon skill within the scope of the Martial Dao, and as long as a corresponding Legacy phantom or Secret Manual appeared in the tower, he had practiced it to an extreme that ordinary people could hardly imagine in their entire lives! It wasn't just simple usage; he had truly reached the level where “skill is near to the Dao.”

His temperament had completely changed. He was no longer the weak youth on the martial arts arena suppressing his anger and resentment, but like a piece of divine iron that had been repeatedly scorched by subterranean flames, struck billions of times by Nine Heavens thunder, and ruthlessly tempered by the astral winds of time for ten thousand years! He was composed and heavy, his sharpness entirely restrained within his indestructible body, yet ready to explode at any moment with the terrifying power to split mountains and sever seas.

The various permanent attribute increases rewarded by the System had already pushed his body beyond the limits described by the old-era Martial Dao theories of this world. Strength, speed, reaction, defense, recovery, sensory acuity... every single one had reached a superhuman level.

Finally, after forcibly pushing a legendary Internal Skill called the Hunyuan Innate One-Qi Art—which was said to be able to Cultivate Martial Dao Innate True Qi and reach the Realm of Breaking the Void, Seeing the God Unbroken—to its theoretical limit, and condensing a minuscule wisp of Innate Origin Qi that contained infinite vitality in his Dantian—

The entire Endless Martial Dao Tower, from the first floor to the invisible highest point, shook violently!

Inside the tower, all the Martial Dao Legacy phantoms he had practiced and those he hadn't simultaneously appeared! Saber light and sword shadows, Fist Intent and leg winds, intertwined into a brilliant galaxy! Then, this galaxy composed of countless Martial Dao essences, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, transformed into a sky full of brilliant points of light and entered Lin Xuan’s body!

It wasn't an infusion of power, but a coronation of a “mark,” an acknowledgment of the “Dao,” a sublimation that closely linked his Physical Body and will with the concept of Martial Dao itself!

[part:gemini-3.1-flash-lite]

Standing at the top of the tower (on a conscious level), he could feel with absolute clarity exactly what kind of vast, pure, and domineering power was hidden within his body.

Every inch of muscle, every bone, every drop of blood, and even every tiny cell seemed to harbor an ancient god or demon capable of splitting the heavens and cleaving the earth!

The path of Martial Dao, a road that seemed to have already reached its theoretical limit, had been pushed by him through a million years of solitude (time perception within the tower), forcefully breaking through the barriers to reach a "Peak Realm" that had no predecessor and perhaps would have no successor!

[Ding! Detected that the host has completed all adaptive cultivation on the basic level of the 'Endless Martial Dao Tower', and the Physical Body and will have initially borne the Origin of the Martial Dao Peak Realm. Cumulative cultivation time in the tower: one hundred years (Elapsed time in the outside world: one hour).]

[Congratulations! Host's current Martial Dao Realm: 99,999th level (Theoretical Peak Realm · Pseudo). Note: Due to the suppression of the current world's abnormal rules, the Realm cannot be fully manifested, and the exertion of power is restricted.]

[Leave the Martial Dao Tower?]

One hundred years.

In the outside world, only one hour had passed.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. In those eyes, there was no wild joy after the bitterness had ended, no eagerness for revenge, no indifference of having seen through the Mortal World, only a kind of nearly absolute "calmness" that had been precipitated after being polished by endless years. And beneath this calmness lay a surging, monstrous wave that had already finished gathering momentum and could sweep across the world at any moment.

"Leave."

He spoke. Because he had not communicated with any "living things" for so long, his voice carried a unique hoarseness and magnetism, yet it strangely contained a certain power that could shake one's heart.

Light and shadow flowed, and space-time shifted.

Qingshi Town, Martial Arts Arena.

The sun had slanted slightly to the west, but the summer heat had not yet dissipated. The crowd of onlookers had not dispersed; instead, it had grown larger, surrounding him three layers deep, the buzzing sound of discussion filling the air. All eyes were focused on the youth in the middle of the arena who had been standing like a clay statue for nearly an hour.

"Still not awake? Could it be that the shock was too great and he lost his Soul?" someone muttered.

"I think he has no face to see anyone and is pretending to be stupid on purpose," someone sneered.

"Fairy Su is truly... sigh, the difference between a Fairy and a Mortal," someone sighed hypocritically.

Zhao Hu had long been impatient. He leaned close to Su Qingyue, his face full of smiles: "Junior Sister, look at this trash, standing there like a post; he probably doesn't have the face to move. How about I, your Senior Brother, 'help' him?" As he spoke, he looked at Lin Xuan with malicious intent.

Su Qingyue frowned slightly, watching Lin Xuan's rigid back. The slight ripples in her heart caused by the annulment of the engagement had long since calmed, leaving only faint annoyance. She was just about to tell Zhao Hu not to meddle...

Just then, the "clay statue" in the arena moved, ever so slightly.

Immediately, Lin Xuan slowly raised his head.

His movements were slow, yet carried a strange, flowing rhythm, as if every tiny movement of his joints contained some indescribable "Dao".

The sunlight fell on his face. It was still that delicate, even somewhat youthful face, but those eyes...

Zhao Hu, who was preparing to step forward, stopped abruptly. He collided with the gaze Lin Xuan swept over him.

What kind of look was that? Calm. Too calm. It was so calm that it did not look like a youth who had just suffered a great humiliation and had his engagement annulled in public. There was no anger, no sadness, no humiliation, not even a focus. It was just like... just like a person who had slept a very, very long sleep, had just woken up, and was looking at the somewhat strange world before him.

No, that's not right!

Zhao Hu's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. Beneath that bottomless calmness, he seemed to see a vast and boundless starry sky, saw galaxies perish and be reborn, saw an indescribable sense of the vicissitudes of time... and another kind of... fear, one that made his bone marrow cold and originated from the instinct of life?

How is this possible? Zhao Hu shook his head vigorously, casting this absurd thought aside. It must be an illusion! This trash must have been scared stupid!

He forced out his usual arrogance, stepped forward, and pointed at Lin Xuan's nose: "Yo! Our Martial Dao 'Genius' has finally returned to his senses? Did you break through to the second level in your dream? Huh? Hahaha! Stop playing the ghost here! Hurry up, pick up the Medicinal Pill that Junior Sister Qingyue bestowed upon you, kowtow three times, and then immediately get out of Qingshi Town! From now on, whenever you see the Disciples of the Yunni Sect, take a three-mile detour! Do you understand?"

Lin Xuan's gaze finally landed on Zhao Hu's face, which was somewhat distorted by arrogance. He did not speak, just watched quietly. That look was like watching an... ant, making noise and baring its fangs and claws at his feet.

A hundred years of solitude, a moment of vicissitudes. These clamors, these disdainful looks, these humiliations that once could make him ache to the core, now fell into his eyes, giving him an unreal feeling as if a lifetime had passed, and even... a strange sense of humor.

He took a soft breath. The air... was not right. It was far, far denser than an hour ago! Moreover, the air was permeated with a strange, active energy that even carried some violent factors. Was this... "Spiritual Qi"?

Just as he perceived the changes in the outside world, the System's prompt sounded in his mind again, more urgent than any time before: [Warning! Warning! Detected that the rules of the outside world have undergone drastic unknown changes! The concentration of 'Spiritual Qi' has soared abnormally, replacing the old energy System as the dominant one! Martial Dao-related Laws are being severely suppressed and repelled! Re-evaluating the host's status...]

[Evaluation complete. Due to the suppression of the current world's abnormal rules, the host's 'Martial Dao Peak Realm' strength cannot be fully exerted. The currently stable combat power is approximately equivalent to the current mainstream cultivation System—the sixth level of the Qi Refinement Stage. Furthermore, the host cannot directly and efficiently utilize the external 'Spiritual Qi' for sustained combat and recovery; energy endurance is extremely poor.]

[Hint: The host's current state can be compared to—possessing a 'Gold Mine' with amazing reserves (Martial Dao Peak Realm Physical Body and Origin), but the outside world only circulates 'Paper Money' (Spiritual Qi), and the channel for exchanging 'Gold Mine' to 'Paper Money' (Martial Dao exertion pathway) has been forcibly blocked by 99%.]

Lin Xuan: "..." So, I went into seclusion for a million years in the dungeon, mastered the divine arts, maxed out my attributes, and came out of seclusion. Then you tell me the game version has been updated? The old class nerfed by 99%, the new class epicly buffed? My max-level, god-geared character can't even beat the elite monsters in the newbie village now?

He felt the terrifying power within him, vast as a sea of stars, yet bound layer by layer by countless invisible shackles, where even half a percent of his full power was difficult to mobilize smoothly. He then looked at the Qi Refinement Stage Spiritual Pressure on Zhao Hu, which was significantly more solid than an hour ago (it seems this guy has made some progress taking advantage of the Spiritual Qi recovery), and the increasingly smooth Spiritual Qi radiance around Su Qingyue.

Even with his Heart-Nature tempered over a million years, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch imperceptibly. This fucking... is simply outrageous!

"Lin Xuan! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf or really stupid?" Seeing that he remained silent and his eyes were drifting, Zhao Hu thought he had been completely scared out of his wits by him, so his arrogance became even more rampant. He actually reached out and slapped towards Lin Xuan's cheek, his movement frivolous and insulting, "It's really exhausting to talk to a piece of trash like you, let me wake you up..."

Before his word "brain" could come out, Lin Xuan moved.

He did not use even a shred of the "Martial Dao Peak Realm" power that was suppressed to death within his body. He did not even use the "exertable combat power" equivalent to the sixth level of Qi Refinement that he had just acquired. He merely relied on the most basic physical attribute enhancements accumulated from the System's rewards over the hundred years—that permanent power of three thousand catties, and the most precise control over power that had been integrated into his Soul's instinct.

He raised his right hand, seemingly casually, to meet the palm Zhao Hu slapped over. The movement looked slow, even somewhat lazy. But Zhao Hu's expression changed drastically the moment the palms were about to touch!

He felt that his hand was not slapping a person's face, but an iron mountain ten thousand fathoms high that was moving! An indescribable, terrifying giant force rebounded back; his Qi Refinement Stage fourth-level Spiritual Qi protection was as fragile as a piece of toilet paper, and it was crushed without lasting even one-tenth of a breath!

"Crack!" A teeth-aching, crystal-clear sound of bone cracking resounded through the suddenly deathly silent Martial Arts Arena!

"Ah—!!!" Zhao Hu let out a scream of extreme misery like a slaughtered pig. His whole body was as if hit head-on by a galloping rhinoceros, his right hand that had slapped out was twisted and bent at a strange angle, and his whole body spun in the air and flew horizontally for more than ten meters, slamming heavily into the bluestone fence at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena with a "boom", then rolled to the ground, curled into a ball, with only heart-rending wails remaining.

Silence. Deathly silence. Everyone seemed to have their necks grabbed instantly, their mouths wide open, their eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out, looking at this magical scene before them in disbelief.

Zhao Hu, a fourth-level Qi Refinement Stage, Yunni Sect Outer Sect Disciple, and a tyrant of Qingshi Town... was slapped away by Lin Xuan, a recognized trash who had been at the first level of Martial Dao for ten years... with a casual flick, like swatting a fly? His hand was actually broken?

The long sword in Su Qingyue's hand made a soft "clang" as the tip touched the ground. For the first time, her exquisite face lost all its coldness and calmness, leaving only unparalleled astonishment and shock. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and the look in her eyes as she watched Lin Xuan was full of absurdity and disbelief.

Lin Xuan, however, did not even look at Zhao Hu, who was screaming and rolling on the ground. He bent down and used two fingers to pick up the jade bottle covered in dust. He pulled out the stopper and poured out the round, crystal-clear first-grade Medicinal Pill that emitted a faint, fresh fragrance—the qi gathering pill. Under the gaze of countless dull, horrified, and bewildered eyes, his fingers exerted a slight force. "Puff." With a soft sound, the qi gathering pill, which was enough to make ordinary Early Stage Qi Refinement Cultivators jealous and fight over, and was worth a lot, turned into a pinch of light green, fine powder between his fingers, falling down rustlingly, mixing into the dust on the ground, and could no longer be distinguished from each other.

Then, he clapped his hands, as if he had just dusted off a bit of dirt. He raised his eyes. His gaze swept past the wailing Zhao Hu, past the dazed Su Qingyue, and past those petrified faces, as if piercing through them, looking towards the sky that was filled with Spiritual Qi and had already become completely different.

The difference between a Fairy and a Mortal? He felt the vast power within him that was dormant, imprisoned, yet still made him feel palpitations, and "looked" again at the only highlighted, flashing option on the System panel in his mind—Basic Martial Dao Spirit-Transformation Art(System Adapted Version).

A million years of arduous cultivation, finally reaching the pinnacle of Martial Dao. But pushing open the dusty door, he discovered that the world outside had long since changed. Max-level character exiting seclusion, the world version updated, what to do?

Lin Xuan let out a soft breath. The breath was long and hot, actually stirring up a small, weak but clear vortex of airflow in the scorching air in front of him. He looked down at his pair of hands, which looked ordinary but had just casually shattered the bones of a Qi Refinement Cultivator. The corner of his mouth finally curled into an arc that was extremely faint and shallow, but made everyone who saw this expression feel a chill from the depths of their Souls.

"Interesting." He whispered to himself, a voice only he could hear. "Then... I'll just re-Cultivate it again. But this time," he paused, a flash of elusive light in his eyes, "I have to change my class and play some new tricks."

In the distance, from the courtyard where the Yunni Sect's Outer Sect Deacon stationed in Qingshi Town resided, a stream of light suddenly shot into the sky and sped towards the Martial Arts Arena at an extremely fast speed! Obviously, the abnormal Spiritual Qi fluctuation here and Zhao Hu's miserable scream had finally alarmed the person truly in charge.

The air in the arena seemed to have completely solidified, and it also seemed that a more violent and unpredictable storm was silently brewing frantically. (End of Volume 1, Chapter 1)