Chen Mo is a commoner in a mountain village in troubled times. He has no sect, no backing, and no spiritual roots. His only possessions are his lame father and his thin sister. During the famine years, the squire bully broke his father's legs in public, dragged his sister away to pay the debt, and slapped her against the wall.
Late that night, a piece of ancestral animal skin left a mark on his chest - the "Illustrated Book of Immortality Training" was activated.
If you don't practice internal strength, you don't practice true energy, you don't use the golden elixir Yuanying. He only practiced standing, breathing, forging iron, and carrying water. Starting from the most clumsy health-preserving exercises, he refined his body from weak to copper and iron in the humming of his muscles and bones.
The iron palm martial artist struck with his palm, and three fingers were cut off; the internal master struck from afar, leaving only a faint red mark on the chest with his fist; the mountain ghost came close, and was burned into blue smoke by the boiling energy and blood; the powerful magic weapon of cultivation was blasted, only a string of sparks were splashed.
The master of martial arts asked him who he studied under, and he said that he didn't have a teacher, but that he was forged from iron. The immortal cultivator asked him what kind of Tao he cultivated. He said that he did not cultivate Taoism, but only cultivated his flesh and blood.
From the mountain village to the town, from the county town to the county town, from the human world to the ghost land of the underworld - the world is peeled off layer by layer, Chen Mo has only one belief: to survive, endure, and smash everyone who wants to take anything away from him with one punch.
Years have piled up, and thousands of hammers have forged the body. When the immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons looked down at all living beings from the top of the cage, they would not have thought that the mortal who started his career in the mountain village by practicing health-preserving skills was using the simplest way to step towards the throne of physical sanctification.
Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?