Martial Arts Are Too Hard? Good Thing I Have Clones!

In the interstellar age, humanity’s footprints span the sea of stars. They battle war gods, fight the myriad races, and eradicate alien beasts. On the scholarly path, people pilot mechs and open the soul’s divine apertures. With the power of the mind, they command mechs and construct virtual worlds. A single person can become a natural disaster. On the martial path, warriors dig deep into the limits of their bodies, from the outside in. They open their physical apertures, engrave the laws of the Dao, ascend to the highest heavens, and illuminate the vast universe. Li Xiangdong plunged headfirst into this grand age among the stars. With the help of a tiny golden pearl, he awakened one uniquely characterized clone after another. Fulfill a clone’s deepest wish, earn its assistance, and gain its talent. Focus, mastery of body tempering, clarity of the sword heart, sword fanaticism... With the help of clone after clone, Li Xiangdong steadily advanced toward the peak of martial arts. But these are supposed to be my clones, so why are they all so outrageous? What do you mean a muscular six-foot-three giant is a devoted romantic? What do you mean a cold and aloof Sword Immortal loves his wife dearly, but his wife is a sword? What do you mean the leader of the Divine Cult is a master of keeping a low profile, so he has to eliminate every unstable element and destroy the world? What do you mean you’re a tennis player, but you can casually create a black hole and come back to life in flames? What? You say martial arts are too difficult? But I have clones!