A Kun in the Age of Dharma Decline: Kun Fist Is a Killing Art

I woke up one day and found myself transmigrated to the year 3023. After a thousand years of change, modern technology had long since vanished, and the world had entered an age when cultivation was all but impossible once again.

But people discovered that the words and deeds of certain exceptionally lucky people from a thousand years ago had been blessed by Heaven and had become various kinds of inherited arts.

The struggle between reformists and traditionalists: the descendant of Wang Yuan, Furong Wang, battles the descendant of Ding Zhen, the e-cigarette.

The latest rappr inheritance? One song, "But the snow~~," suppresses all under Heaven.

Shouts ring out from the secret realm. They're the songs passed down from a thousand years ago! "That's so fire!"

In this extremely dangerous world, luckily, I'm an ikun.

As the last ikun of this age when cultivation is impossible, I establish the Kun Kun Divine Sect and trample all the other inherited arts beneath my feet.

Never try to spar with me, because Kun Fist is a killing technique!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.