You Said Body Cultivation Had Fallen into Decline, So Why Can Your Body Withstand a Forbidden Spell?

Ten thousand years later, humanity has entered an "elegant" age of Cultivation. Everyone flies on swords and conjures fireballs with their bare hands, while regarding body cultivation as "crude manual labor." Chen Zheng, the Grandmaster of Extreme Martial Arts, is reborn and awakens an "F-rank petrifying disease of the dead meridians." His childhood sweetheart, the campus belle, looks down on him, and the school advises him to leave and work as a laborer. Chen Zheng looks at the test results and sneers. "Petrifying disease? These fools call 'immune to all arts' a disease?" That night, he merges with the Origin Blackstone and reforges the Primordial Desolate Divine Body! ... When a beast tide strikes, the noble Cultivators run out of spiritual energy and scream in despair. A three-meter-tall bronze giant tears through the rain and crushes with his bare hands the head of a Demon King that made even S-rank experts tremble. Chen Zheng wipes the beast's blood from his hands and looks down at the stunned crowd. "Who was it that said body cultivators can only carry sandbags?"