Ancient Martial Arts Are the Weakest? Then What Do You Call My One-Punch Star-Shattering Fist?

The Seven Slayings Stele, seized from the Graveyard of the Gods, lets Chen Zhao live again. This time, he chooses ancient martial cultivation, said to be the weakest path. In this life, the supreme Ninth-Rank realm, hailed as the Martial God of the mortal world, is merely the starting point of his martial path. The martial path has nine ranks and thirteen levels. A Seventh-Rank martial artist is already beyond human limits. They can move in a flash and use supersonic speed to step through the air several times. A single punch can unleash nearly a hundred tons of force. At the Ninth Rank, the highest realm in the mortal world, the body alone can shatter mountains. The ends of the earth are within arm's reach, and one can circle the planet in an instant. No modern weapon can harm them. Technological martial artists, mental martial artists, ancient martial artists. The human body is a treasure trove. Who dares claim that ancient martial arts are the weakest? Starting with a Seven Slayings Stele, he fights until the world is in uproar, fights until his golden body is imperishable, fights until the Great Dao is destroyed, and fights until dry bones carpet the ground beneath the throne of immortality. Ancient martial arts are the weakest? So what if I make my organs divine and shatter stars with a single punch? The heart's fire becomes a Heart Ape, able to pluck stars and seize the moon, proving the Dao through sheer power. The liver's wood becomes a Azure Dragon. One breath of pure qi can restore life to a dead planet. The spleen's earth becomes a qilin. It can create something from nothing, fashioning stars with its bare hands amid an endless sea of stars. The lungs' metal become a White Tiger, the kidneys' water a Black Tortoise... Chen Zhao walks alone through the boundless starry sky, making the myriad races of the heavens remember once more the terror of being crushed beneath humanity's golden age!