The True Body of the Rock

When Zheng was sixteen, his father gave him three things - A hunting knife with three cuts. A black stone that gives off no light or heat. One word: keep. Hunting knives are used to cut down monsters. The stone was embroidered on the wedding dress by my mother. That word - written by my father with the tip of the knife against the ground: Even if you can't win, you have to defend. Take a step back and change places and continue to defend. As long as you don't leave this land, your defense will be there. Shi Zheng has guarded this word for his whole life. From the Orion boy in Cangyun Mountain to the alpha wolf codenamed "Mandrill" by the ANBU. From a mortal with no spiritual roots who was rejected by the Qingyun Sect, to the leader of the Stone Army who created his own Rock Flag. The moment he climbed out of Nirvana in the center of the earth - he did not rely on his spiritual roots. It's the bones burned out of the eighth level of body tempering, it's the rules of the Thirty-seven Orion Cults in Qixingwa, it's the black stone that's been pressed against the chest for eight hundred years and it's never warmed up once. But he lives. His soldiers are also alive. When more than 700 faces flashed past in the center of the earth - each one told him: Hold on. This is a mortal, in a world where there is nothing without spiritual roots - the path to immortality carved out with a hunting knife. Never abandon anyone. Don't take back a punch.