Jidao: I Became a Martial Saint with My Understanding

It has been more than three hundred years since the founding of the Sheng Dynasty. The current situation is stable, the country is prosperous and the people are safe. It can be said to be a peaceful and prosperous age. However, the fire is cooking the oil, the flowers are blooming, but underneath the prosperity is an unknown darkness. An evil spirit rumored to be a ghost, a monster hiding behind the scenes. Weirdness spawned by conspiracy theories, horror fabricated by enthusiasts. When demons dance together, the world is going to decay. Pain, despair, and sinking, only great power can save the world. Faced with such a desperate situation. Shen Zhengze looked at the endless understanding on the panel and felt that he might be able to give it a try. After all, his understanding is really high. ———— From controlling fire with one's body to following one's heart with thousands of flames, When he opened his mouth and inhaled, a sea of fire filled the sky and entered his belly silently. From iron coat and copper skin to Hunyuan without leakage, The fist bones are ringing softly, the candlelight is falling, and the mountains are moving and the clouds are moving. Facing others' doubts, Shen Zhengze shook his head. In his humble opinion. The so-called martial arts is just a handful. No way forward? What you do is what you do.