Everyone strives to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. I alone walk the path to Guixu.
The System locks my qi and blood at 8,000, but it can’t restrain the ultimate blood that will destroy the heavens.
I compress my qi and blood until it becomes invisible, stripping all matter down to its underlying logic. In this plane, I am the “eraser.”
When the Thirty-Six Grotto-Heavens lord it over all, seeking to sacrifice billions of lives and throw open the gates to the Demon Emperor’s descent
I push open the wooden door of the clinic and throw a single punch.
The logic of space is erased. Immortal sect gates and divine shrines shatter!
The ten-thousand-year legacy you boast of won’t leave so much as a speck behind when I’m done.
Play the pig to eat the tiger? No. I’m simply carrying out the most merciless reckoning from the humblest of positions!
In this life, wearing the skin of a mortal, I pass judgment on the lives and deaths of gods and demons!
