The so-called geniuses in this world are just those who practiced a few years earlier than me.
Traveling through the troubled times of martial arts, Cheng Yi has no bloodline and no divine body. He only has a volume of Tianqin Lu - whatever you practice, you will achieve something.
Others compete for opportunities, gamble for enlightenment, and fight for destiny.
He only does one thing: practice.
Once is not enough, ten times. Ten times is not enough, a hundred thousand times!
Many years later, the aristocratic family bowed its head, the sect bowed its head, and the saints fell silent.
Cheng Yi raised his spear and conquered the mountains and rivers:
"You call this the pinnacle of martial arts? Then I'll take another step forward."
