The Future of High Martial Arts? Sorry, I've Ushered in the Age of Cultivation

On the eve of the college entrance exam, the protagonist's genes collapse, leaving him the only cripple in a world of high martial arts.

Everyone thought his life was over. Then, after sitting in meditation all night, he opened his eyes again, their divine light restrained. Spiritual energy tempered his body, and his gene chain rearranged like a toy before the Qi Refining stage.

An A-rank dimensional rift erupted in the East China Sea, leaving regular forces locked in a fierce battle. The neighboring country's Genetic Warrior Alliance sent a mocking "request for assistance."

The next moment, the protagonist was ordered to lead a 30-person special task force from the Dragon Group's Daoist Palace, arriving through the air.

Under the gaze of a live-streaming audience and satellites from around the world, 30 flying swords formed the Tiangang Sword Formation.

Sword qi stretched 30,000 miles, its light chilling the nineteen provinces.

The whole world went mad!

"Wait, you call this solo combat?"

"What? Are they flying? Where's Newton's coffin lid?"

"Other countries are still competing over the number of genetic warriors, while China has moved on to flying swords and cultivation?"

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