My Golden Core Illuminates Myriad Worlds, and You Call That a Martial Arts Move?

The world never experienced the catastrophe of spiritual qi revival, and civilization veered off in an unpredictable direction.

Secret martial artists build their power on schools of combat, draw strength from mutated organizations, and augment themselves with exoskeleton mechs, delivering punches powerful enough to blow up satellites.

A thousand-meter-long calamity hydra flies out of the depths of the wasteland. After being subjected to a saturation strike by intercontinental missiles, it evolves into an extraterrestrial Kui Dragon.

The old folk worship strange beasts as gods in exchange for mysterious powers, living at the edges of the world: Antarctica’s ice wall, an inverted dome, prehistoric radio waves...

Li Qinglin discovers that he seems to be the only cultivator in this catastrophe-ridden world of high martial arts.

“Don’t be fooled by me punching through the void and shifting the stars. It’s just the Wild Ball Fist.”

“This move is the same. Even though I can sweep away the clouds and rain with a turn of my hand, and make the sun shine red beneath the sea, it’s really just the Great Free-Hand Technique.”

“Walking on golden light, surrounded by clouds and mist, crossing beyond the galaxy in a single breath? Oh, that’s just the Traceless Phantom Step.”

One day, across the Myriad Worlds, countless galaxies and myriad races look up in shock at the golden core shining brilliantly in the sky screen, its radiance distorting space. They mistake it for the apocalypse!

“Don’t panic, don’t panic. It’s just a tiny bit of an unusual phenomenon from my breathing technique. It’s only a little bigger than usual.”

Li Qinglin swallows the golden core and gathers the sun and moon into his palm, then says calmly.