With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

The will of Martial Arts is undefined, just like an endless path of cultivation.

As long as one adheres to the righteous path, they can guide the martial artist to move forward continuously.

For most martial artists, for instance, the first stop upon stepping onto this path is becoming a member of a Martial Arts Family.

Then, a Martial Arts Grandmaster would be the tenth stop... the Seven-Limit Great Saint the eightieth stop.

If one continues to ascend, eventually they might become the peerless ultimate powerhouse, sweeping away the world's gloom and restoring peace, which is the realm of the ninety-ninth stop.

But as long as there is a road, there is an end.

Some dreamers and supremely confident martial arts prodigies might fantasize about becoming immortals or gods.

But no matter what, the end is always "returning to tranquility, returning to nature, returning to being one with heaven and earth for eternity"...

"But I am different. Since the first time I learned the National Ritual Boxing at the age of four, my first stop was a proof eternal.

Destroying Celestial Demons and the like is but a stop along the way for me.

What I pursue is ultimately to derive endless qualities from the fist.

Ultimately, I aim to see through the mysteries of qualities, panels, and my lineage."

Meng Chuan's eyes showed a trace of spirited light, combining with his own martial arts will.

Regarding the nature of these three "worlds," he already had new ideas.

"Refining the body through reality and comprehending the principles of boxing in imagery, thus can one touch the real world."

Integrating the comprehension of boxing and imagery as one, using martial arts will as a bridge to connect virtual and real.

And it all begins with throwing punches.

...

Meanwhile, in some unknown underground world.

Li Xiao couldn't stand it anymore; Qimu told him to settle down once again, but he couldn't settle down at all.

The other party was obviously trying to slack off, devouring the vitality of yet another Demon Nest underground, refusing to come out and work.

He stepped slowly into a dimly lit secret chamber, clutching in his palm a black beast statue with a strange sheen.

If Meng Chuan were here now, he would definitely recognize it.

It was exactly the statue "Mountain Whisper" held by the person from the Demon Summoning Hall who had ambushed him earlier.

Li Xiao moved his mind, a drop of essence blood dripped into its opened fanged mouth.

The entire statue shuddered violently, transforming into viscous black molasses wrapping around his arm.

In the next moment, some consciousness connected through the statue to his nerves.

Li Xiao's temples throbbed; after pondering for a moment, he conveyed Qimu's recent status to his superior.

The master of the Level 5 Demon Nest, the ultimate fear of Taihang Mountain, "Mountain Whisper."

That's right... he decided to snitch.

...

The next morning, Meng Chuan prepared the nutrients for his body and calmly began punching.

With the morning light dimly bright, Meng Chuan already started his stance in the courtyard.

The fist wind stirred the thin mist, each move causing his muscles and bones to roar like thunder.

As the sun blazed, sweat beads sank into the dust.

He remained oblivious, adhering to the Tao Heart Breeding Demon cultivation technique, the Five Elements Boxing stance resonating with the chaotic seeds of the imagery world.

By dusk, his figure turned into an afterimage in the moonlight, the cycle of liberation and compression causing his body to emit earth-shaking resonance.

When night faded to dawn, he abruptly ended his stance, exhaling like an arrow, his eyes flaring with light.

In the morning mist, the outline of the chaotic seed even cast a faint shadow in reality.

At this moment, Meng Chuan felt a sense of transformation in his heart.

Within the Primordial Spirit, the Thunder Seed emitted a strange radiance.

His martial arts will soared sublimely, if it were tangible, it would rush from the soles to the crown.

The next second, the realistic world before his eyes shattered like a mirror.

Mountains and rocks turned into flowing Qi, silver-white streams surged in the morning mist.

His body followed the intention, gliding against the wind beneath the sky.

Focusing downward, afar Lishan Mountain appeared as a giant dragon entrenched on the mountain ridge.

As his consciousness continued to immerse, everything in sight seemed to come alive, seemingly rejoicing and leaping to welcome his arrival.

At this moment, Meng Chuan's martial arts will fused like a blazing flame with the real world.

The Qi flows surged before his eyes, mountains transformed into dragon breath, vegetation glowed with spirit.

His mind still persisted, operating the Tao Heart Breeding Demon technique.

As the consciousness cleaved chaos like a knife, the seed symbolizing the utmost Yang of thunder burst forth deep within the Spirit Platform!

Its roots plunged deep into this world, drawing Qi amidst branched leaves into the body.

This moment, Meng Chuan distinctly felt that his martial arts will had profoundly changed.

No longer was it elusive, but rather tangible.

The martial arts will formed a pure white chain, coiled within, the Thunder Seed trembled, forming a cauldron of dragons and demons.

Along with the will's quenching, it solidified from void into a clear white liquid, ultimately forming a spring eye within the mind sea.

This was—an emblem of the initial emergence of True Qi source stream.

The sacred spring terrain manifested, Qi-sensing achieved!

The goal was already reached, Meng Chuan's physical body gradually manifested discomfort.

Every inch of flesh seemed to scream, yearning to escape this Qi-flow surging "reality."

Yet the martial arts will formed a pure white chain, unwaveringly anchoring the Spirit Platform.

The Thunder Seed's roots greedily consumed the boiling Qi between heaven and earth.

Until he gazed upward to the dome above.

At this moment, reality and realism abruptly ruptured.

Goosebumps rose on Meng Chuan's skin; it wasn't the sky, but countless writhing, semi-transparent somethings on the other side of sky, endlessly poking at the "boundary."

Like an ant nest punctured by a child, the boundary flickered faintly following a massive tremor, vaguely revealing..... two huge black dots.

In the next moment!

The black dots suddenly radiated golden light, as if... a pair of golden, emotionless eerie eyes.

"Is this... the eyes of a god?"

God?

Meng Chuan's body instantly froze, every hair standing on end, even the dragon demon shrank into a thin line.

He had never seen such terrifying, indescribable eyes.

If he hadn't personally experienced it, no amount of persuasion from others would have made him believe it.

At the same time, his will finally loosened, with a sea full of True Qi crazily descending.

At the instant of either sinking into oblivion or being reborn, Meng Chuan saw it slowly rotating, as if...

Searching for something...

...

Meng Chuan's vision suddenly flipped upside down, and his perspective changed rapidly, as if he was swept into a chaotic stream of space and time.

The golden eyes above the sky, the flowing river of Qi, and the mountainous giant dragon all twisted into blurry shapes in an instant.

His consciousness was gripped by an invisible giant hand and tossed out from a crack in the real world.

Sigh...

The moment he came out, Meng Chuan was drenched all over.

Inside the courtyard.

Meng Chuan's vision detached from his consciousness and returned to his own body.

He had no desire to act, only sat leaning against the large stone by the pond to rest.

Reflecting on the experience, his mind was uneasy.

"Were those eyes testing... the martial arts will of everyone?"

Meng Chuan felt somewhat scared, wondering what kind of existence the owner of those eyes was.

The final image frozen in his mind, as if the other was still searching for something...

Meng Chuan felt a tremor sensation throughout his body, like electricity.

Damn it... could it be me...

He had never found any information online about martial artists entering the real world and seeing a pair of eyeballs in the sky.

Moreover, if such a serious situation existed, Master Luo would surely have informed him beforehand.

Thus, the only possibility was that the other purposely came from beyond the "boundary".

...Searching... for me?

What does he have that is worthy of the other's search?

Compared to the other, is his physical body as weak as an ant?

Or is it his martial arts will, different from ordinary people?

Or... because of the cultivation technique "Tao Heart Planting Demon", or... his greatest secret...

"Stop overthinking, if he could come to the real world, I'd be dead by now..."

If worst comes to worst, I won't go there anymore.

Just as Master Luo said, in the future, I won't have a way to visit even if I want to; 99.99% of martial artists can't go there.

Meng Chuan cautiously looked up at the sky, still as clear and cloudless as ever.

As if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"It must be an illusion... I need to calm down..."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, regaining his composure, forcing himself not to think about those things anymore.

He turned to examine his gains.

Spreading out his hands, he saw a black gaseous substance flowing, akin to Demonic Qi.

This was his "True Qi", which should have been an ethereal white Qi extracted from his sea of consciousness, triggered by martial arts will.

Finally, it manifested into black through the operation of the Tao Heart Planting Demon cultivation technique...

The black True Qi coiled like a snake, and he tentatively injected the True Qi into the stone underfoot, the surface silently cracking.

Fine mesh-like cracks spread in the fissures, and when True Qi covered his eyes, his vision abruptly expanded and brightened.

Through the cracks, Meng Chuan could even glimpse the paths of insects and ants crawling underground.

Why was Master Luo's True Qi, when invoked through the "Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill", golden?

In most cases, the external color of True Qi is related to the core cultivation technique being run.

Meng Chuan suspected it might be that his will had already understood the essence of its cultivation technique.

In the martial arts path, all irrationalities can be explained by "variation".

Although the Thunder Seed is utterly strong and bright, its cultivation technique essence reveals a "demonic nature".

The birth of black True Qi is really the unique product of the intersection of the physical body, imagery, and the real realms.

So why is Master Luo's golden True Qi false? Is it fake?

But the power can't be faked, and thinking of this, Meng Chuan fell into a dilemma...

Sigh...

Meng Chuan regulated his breathing for a moment, and the discomfort in his body gradually faded.

He slowly stood up straight, that stubbornness returning...

After pondering, he decided to return to his original approach.

Practice boxing!

By the way... to break through the final step of becoming a martial arts master.

Limit-Breaking Celestial Being!

This step should not be difficult for him.

No time like the present, especially while the momentum from sensing Qi is still strong, forge ahead and soar.

Inside United University, there is a closed chamber specifically for martial arts breakthroughs.

On his way there, Meng Chuan informed his master.

On the other end of the phone, upon hearing this, Luo Guanyun was immediately astonished and immediately set off for Lishan Mountain.

Flying through the sky, Luo Guanyun was filled with questions.

"When did this kid sense Qi, not saying a word..."

Meng Chuan had just asked him the day before about what the real world was.

Unexpectedly, today he was breaking the shackles and reaching for martial arts mastery, indeed swift and decisive...

"But it's good, saving trouble down the road..."

...

After paying the fee for the closed chamber, Meng Chuan strode inside.

Approaching his eighteenth birthday, officially starting his sprint to become a martial arts master.