One Furnace and Ten Thousand Methods Forged the Emperor of Martial Arts

He, the Martial Emperor of Jiuzhou, was pierced through the heart by the sword of the person who lived beside him for three hundred years on the day when the void was shattered. The sword edge missed by three inches - he was not completely dead. The remnant soul was wrapped in a "crucible of all things" with a mysterious origin, and fell into another world. This is a modern city. There is no true energy, no martial arts, and no martial arts. There is no martial arts in this world? Until the rainy night in the alley, the three "gangsters" he knocked down casually had an iron-grey luster on their fists - this world does not practice internal skills, but has awakened supernatural powers. Fire can condense into palms, ice can turn into armor, and the awakened ones lurk in the busy city, secretly ruling the roost. Gu Changsheng lowered his head and looked at his fist: only 30% of the three hundred years of cultivation was left, his true energy was like a candle, and his meridians were injured every inch. But Emperor Wu never needed superpowers to kill people. On the bloody battlefield, he assumed the alias "Wu Ming" and fought through ten battles with his bare hands - every time he destroyed an awakened person, the Forge of All Forms swallowed up his powers and melted them into one of his martial arts. The iron fist becomes "Indestructible Vajra", the fire control becomes "Red Sun Palm", and the ice condensation becomes "Ice Protection". In his eyes, the "gods" in this world are just firewood to be refined. The Superpower Bureau extended an olive branch, the Divine Enlightenment Association sent an invitation, and both the black and white factions rushed to recruit this dragon crossing the river. He refused them all - in his previous life, he believed in the person next to him for three hundred years, in exchange for a sword piercing his heart; in this life, he believed no one. Until the mirror of samsara was silent in the wind, and the sound of falling stones came from behind the mirror: Someone put his true love on a chessboard. Gu Changsheng raised his eyes and looked at the crack in the mirror: "Xuanji, you won this game by the move you made three hundred years ago. Next step - I will dismantle your chessboard." There is no martial arts in this world, I am the martial arts.