In the chaotic times of the end of Yan, guns roared and martial arts declined. Li Tiequan, a butcher who kills pigs in Caishikou where blood and flesh are everywhere, has no sect, no bloodline, no memory of past lives, only a butcher's knife and a pair of calloused fists. In this era when human life is at stake, he just wants to survive, that's all. It wasn't until one day that a foreign warrior trampled his butcher shop to pieces that he discovered that there was another way in the world to use force to strengthen the body and prove the Tao. So, a low-level mortal, starting from the crudest fists and kicks, tempers his skin in the hail of bullets, and forges his muscles and bones in the fight of life and death. He does not rely on talent or inheritance, but only on a determined martial arts heart. In every battle, he is figuring out why he wins? What is missing? What is the essence of martial arts? When his fist shattered the bullet for the first time, he understood that the beginning of martial arts had begun. However, this is just the starting point. When he broke through the martial arts realm, a vast force of time washed him away to an even more ancient era - the Sheng Dynasty, a heyday when there were many martial arts sects and thousands of sects competed. Here, he saw the real world of martial arts. From then on, he embarked on a countercurrent path of no return. From the Sheng Dynasty to the Yin Dynasty, from the Hao Dynasty to the Yao Dynasty, from the Ji Dynasty to the Zhengding Dynasty, from the Huan Dynasty to the Holy Emperor, from the ancient times to the beginning of chaos. He went upstream all the way, not to escape, but to pursue the source of martial arts. In this world, the immortal way has ethereal beauty, the demonic way has wild charm, the demonic way has the spirit of nature, the ghost way has the mystery of the underworld, the Confucian way has the aura of awe-inspiring, and the Shinto way has solemn power. Thousands of ways compete with each other, each with his or her own strengths.
