Forging a Sacred Body, Starting by Poisoning Martial Artists

The dynasty was in its final years, and warlords carved up the land. Mo Du transmigrated into this world, where human life was worth no more than weeds, and became one of the lowly folk struggling to survive. At first, all he wanted was to stay alive and get a proper meal. That was until a panel appeared in his mind, granting him the powers of various martial beasts! Insight, traits, divine abilities, spells! His fist technique took the form of a stone monkey, granting him explosive insight; his footwork became a wandering serpent, cold and ghostly; his defense gathered the power of a black tortoise, steady as a mountain; his inner art nurtured a white deer, gentle and healing. Ten beast spirits, ten kinds of martial arts, the path of martial cultivation leading to sainthood! … “My name is Mo Du. You can also call me the Supreme Lord Taiyi.”