The Cautious Path to Covering the Heavens: Proving the Dao for Eternity

Chen Gou, a programmer from Blue Star, died from overwork. When he opened his eyes, he had become the Chen family's most useless illegitimate son in Zhenwu City. Useless was fine. His life mattered more, and all he wanted was to keep his head down. But the world wouldn't let him. Every million years, the Martial Calamity sealed off one path of evolution. Every hundred thousand years, the Eternal Martial Tomb opened, burying all nine forbidden paths. Everyone fought for their lives, while he played dead. Then he found an iron token in a mass grave. On the front was a single character: “Fist.” On the back were the words: “With a fist, I break through the ages. I alone become the peak.” From then on, at midnight every night, the remnant image of the Fist Emperor taught him a single punch in his dreams. The more he kept his head down, the more points he earned in the Art of Survival, and the heavier his punches became. He planned to keep his head down until the end of time, until the day the Eternal Martial Tomb opened, then punch through every trump card the world had hidden for ten thousand years. The world called him a coward who feared death. He laughed at them for not seeing the truth. I've hidden this punch for ten thousand years. Gentlemen, dare you take it?