A Journey Through Time Starting from the World of Martial Arts

Qin Feng, a modern social animal, accidentally traveled to the Qingyun Temple in the world of low martial arts, became an orphan disciple, and awakened the "Simulator of the Heavens" that can travel through all realms. With the help of the system, he simulated worlds such as "The Swordsman" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and learned Qingcheng Sword Technique, Zixia Magic Kung Fu, Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu and other peerless martial arts, and continued to make breakthroughs in physical and mental strength. In order to seek growth, he left his master's school and went to Jiangnan Perak Hall, but he was involved in the disputes between Leijiabao, Heifeng Village and Iron Sword Gate. Relying on the multi-sect martial arts and practical wisdom obtained through simulations, he repeatedly broke through crises, and even became famous in his confrontation with the cult "Blood Shadow Sect". From the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River to the grassland deserts, from the extreme northern ice fields to the Taihu battlefield, Qin Feng united with the righteous allies to fight against the evil conspiracy of the Blood Shadow Sect and the southward threat of the Turkic cavalry. Worlds such as "Wind and Cloud", "Feng Shen Yan Yi" and "Legend of Sword and Fairy" unlocked by the simulator bring him cross-domain abilities such as Fengshen Legs, Taigong's Art of War, and Shushan Talisman. When the yin and yang power of Long Yuan collided with the Ice Soul Pearl, and when the remnants of the Blood Shadow Sect colluded with the Demon Sect to make a comeback, Qin Feng insisted on justice with the strength of integrating the martial arts of all heavens. His journey is not only a struggle for hegemony in the world, but also the ultimate secret of the world simulator. A legendary adventure spanning thousands of realms is slowly unfolding. The next second, unfamiliar memory fragments poured into the sea of ​​​​consciousness like a tide: the dilapidated bluestone courtyard, the stern admonishment of the old man in blue shirt, the obscure and difficult to pronounce internal energy formula, and the all-devouring flash flood three days ago... These pictures did not belong to him, but they were as real as if he had experienced them personally. Even the coldness of his fingertips when they touched the flood was clearly discernible.