In the distance, two Xuans fought side by side, each facing multiple opponents without the slightest hint of retreat.
One of them was Martial Artist Xuan.
He embodied Yu Xuan's martial inheritance.
[The Formless Martial Path] taken to an extreme.
He was not a conventional cultivator.
Or rather, he did not walk the orthodox road of Qi condensation, realm ascension, and body refinement.
Instead, he followed an ancient, divergent path – one where martial arts themselves were cultivation.
In this path, every punch refined the body.
Every clash tempered the will.
Every battle elevated the mind.
Cultivation was no longer merely about longevity or transcendence, but about perfecting combat itself.
The cost was clear.
This path sacrificed the promise of eternal life.
But in exchange.
It granted terrifying martial power.
Martial Artist Xuan did not know whether immortality awaited him at the end of his road.
He did not care.
