Legend of the Tyrant's Physique Across the Heavens

(My new book, The Martial Artist Takes on a Bunch of Cultivators, is now available. It passed the internal review, and I'm preparing to sign the contract. Please show your support and consider backing it. I once fought in a death-match ring, entrusting my life to my fists as I broke free from the limits of the flesh and sought power beyond the human body's limits; I once raced through a doomsday city swarming with the dead, carrying a viral strain within me as I guided its blazing light and rekindled hope for a new dawn; I once rode across the Tang Empire's frontiers, keeping the northern barbarians at bay, seeking defeat in the jianghu, laughing at the court, and bringing the realm under one rule; I once wore a demon hunter's armor, standing tall in the darkness of the Middle Ages. I witnessed the rise of two Dark Progenitors and forged an eternal legend with blade and spear; I once entered a world of the future and glimpsed the power of the body and the confusion of the soul. Cybernetic bodies could be enhanced without limit, knowledge could be acquired in an instant, and memories could be changed at will. So what makes us human: body or soul? Memory or thought? I once entered a nation ruled by the Dark Progenitors and stepped out of a tale born in the night, rekindling the fear of the ultimate demon hunter in their genes. I burned away corruption with fire and cleaved through the shroud of darkness with blade and spear; I once reclaimed the War God's authority on a continent ruled by the gods, forging an epic tale of the Tyrant with iron and blood; I once shattered the throne of arcane magic, stormed the Heavenly Court, and challenged the holy kings, immortals, and Buddhas: What makes gods greater than men, or immortals nobler than mortals? Let's make it a little more literary!