This is the age of the martial artist.
Dimensional rifts opened, colossal star-beasts descended, and humanity retreated to its fortified cities.
Martial artists used their vital energy to subdue mountains and rivers, and their minds to cross the void.
Lu Changsheng transmigrated into this world, but was dismissed as a good-for-nothing because of his “sleeping sickness.”
Only he knew that he wasn’t a chronic sleeper. He had the ability to travel through “dream worlds.”
In his dreams, he came to a wasteland era ten thousand years in the future.
Martial civilization had been severed there, but countless lost forbidden stone tablets remained.
One night in reality was one year in the dream.
While others painstakingly cultivated just to raise their vital energy by a single point, Lu Changsheng had already spent a century practicing his punches in the dream, deducing basic martial arts to the divine level!
“I’d like to keep a low profile too, but there’s just so much time in my dreams.”
Years later, when the myriad star races descended on Earth and humanity’s defenses collapsed,
Lu Changsheng awoke from his dream and lightly threw a punch at the gods and demons filling the sky.
That punch pierced through past and present, and blew apart the galaxy!
