Multiverse: Lord of Dimensions

Liu Yu’s first fusion happened late one night in a woodshed.

His 1937 self came knocking: a master of internal martial arts from Republican-era China, undefeated in Tianjin with his half-step Beng Fist, who ultimately fell to foreign guns amid the ruin of his homeland.

On the night they fused, Liu Yu stood in a horse stance until dawn.

At the instant his Beng Fist exploded, he heard the voice of that era by his ear:

“Young friend, live on in my place.”

From then on, every six months, another version of himself from a parallel world crossed dimensions to appear.

Cyberpunk cyborgs, gene-enhanced warriors from the interstellar age, immortal cultivators facing tribulation, Qi refiners from the primordial past…

The might of countless worlds all converged in one man.

Thirty years later.

A higher-dimensional civilization invaded, turning Qiankun Star into a hunting ground. The strongest of every nation fought back, yet their efforts were like ants trying to shake a tree.

At the critical moment, someone remembered the old man who lived in seclusion in the East.

The day Liu Yu emerged from seclusion, ninety-nine rifts split the skies above Qiankun Star.

Behind every rift stood another “him.”

Immortal Dao Liu Yu rode a flying sword, Tech Liu Yu carried a planet-busting cannon on his shoulder, and Primordial Liu Yu wielded an axe that cleaved the heavens…

At the very front stood the Republican-era master, dressed in a long gown, his fist intent like a dragon.

The higher-dimensional commander sneered. “You think one man can stand against an army?”

Liu Yu shook his head. The ninety-nine figures behind him all stepped forward in unison.

“Wrong.”

“What you face is a civilization that has inherited the power of countless worlds.”

That day, the true essence of China’s ancient martial arts, the Beng Fist, punched through the higher-dimensional flagship.

From then on, Qiankun Star had only one rule: the myriad worlds bow to one.