The Martial Path to Heaven Begins at Ninety-Four

In the nineteenth year of the Datong era, warships from Xiluo docked in port, and Golden Harbor changed hands.

The city's gentry lined the streets to welcome them, while Wang Daoji, the local tyrant who had ruled Golden Harbor for sixty years, breathed his last at that very same hour.

After transmigrating into this world eighty-seven years ago, he had gone from a seven-year-old child to a frail old man of ninety-four. Wang Daoji had waited in vain for a System, for a stroke of fortune. All that awaited him now was a funeral hall draped in white.

At the split second between life and death, the Withering and Flourishing Reversal Record finally awakened.

Let another's decline nourish my flourishing!

From then on, all forms of decay and death in this world became fuel for Wang Daoji's path to greatness: the decline of living beings, the decay gathered by demons, the destruction of clans, the collapse of dynasties.

From Little Arhat Fist to Subduing Tiger Arhat Art, from Xingyi Fist to Xingyi Primordial Unity Art.

The basic boxing techniques others discarded as worthless returned to their roots and advanced step by step in his hands. The master realm, unattainable to ordinary people even after a century, took only a few wisps of withering energy for him to reach.

Foreigners were sharpening their fists, great clans were handing out knives, and demons lurked nearby.

Wang Daoji dusted off his long robe. "What's there to panic about? I'm only ninety-four. This is the perfect age to go out and make my mark!"