In the calamity of spiritual silence, the way of heaven is overthrown.
The spiritual energy recedes like the tide, the immortal path collapses, and the magic weapon becomes dusty.
The once high-ranking immortal cultivators were reduced to useless people; the glorious sect was reduced to ruins overnight.
The end is coming, demons are rampant, and the whole world is in mourning.
In this ruin of despair, Lin Chen felt "relaxed" like never before.
The "spiritual quilt" that had suppressed him for twenty years was finally lifted.
When the world is still crying for the loss of spiritual energy,
He assumed the boxing stance that was ridiculed as the "ordinary man's stance".
When the remaining monks held the spirit stone and refused to let go,
His energy and blood were roaring like thunder in his body.
"Aura? That's just a foreign object you borrowed."
He punched out, the air exploded, and the monster's skull was shattered.
"And now-"
He stepped forward, clearing a path through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"It's our bodies' turn to speak."
This is a story about the re-emergence of martial arts after a thousand years of silence.
This is a legend that uses fists, blood, and unyielding will to open the way to the gods on a recognized dead end.
The immortals of old have fallen.
The new born Wu is waking up.
