"Hah…"
"Finally… I've advanced to the Fighter realm."
Deep within a cave in the forests outside Wutan City, on the Dou Qi Continent, a young man—no more than twelve or thirteen—let out a long breath after a full day of training.
At last, it could be called a success.
His name was Xiao Ping, a member of the Xiao Clan—one of the three great families of Wutan City.
Like Xiao Yan, he was a transmigrator from Earth. But unlike Xiao Yan, Xiao Ping's talent was only average within the clan. Worse still, when he was three years old, his parents had misjudged a magical beast's strength during a hunt and lost their lives. From that day forward, Xiao Ping had been an orphan.
Yet there was something extraordinary about him.
His soul.
Though unremarkable in raw strength, it possessed a bizarre ability—it could perceive everything across the entire Dou Qi Continent. Even higher planes beyond it could not block his perception.
It was as if his vision spanned the world itself.
He could see everything… but influence nothing.
Unable to affect reality with his soul, Xiao Ping instead used this ability to search relentlessly—exploring techniques, battle skills, and ancient soul cultivation methods across the continent.
It took him five years to gather a set of techniques suited to his growth.
Among them, the most powerful was a top-tier cultivation method he had discovered by chance:
The Bodhi Zen Art.
Created by a peak Nine-Star Dou Sheng who attained enlightenment beneath the Ancient Bodhi Tree, this technique was extraordinary. Not only did it have almost no side effects, but it also greatly enhanced recovery—perfectly complementing Xiao Ping's pure wood-attributed Dou Qi.
Even with mediocre talent, Xiao Ping could now contend against six- or even seven-star Fighters.
More terrifying still, the Bodhi Zen Art was compatible with other techniques.
In other words, he could cultivate multiple methods simultaneously.
If news of this leaked, even someone at Gu Yuan's level would covet it.
Of course, in higher realms like the Dou Di or Dou Xian planes, stronger techniques certainly existed—but those required Emperor Source or Immortal Source to cultivate.
For now, the Bodhi Zen Art was the best Xiao Ping could hope for.
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"Seven years… and I've finally mastered it."
Looking at the emerald-green Dou Qi vortex within his body, Xiao Ping smiled.
All his effort had been for one purpose:
To seize opportunity before Xiao Yan's rise.
"If I had Xiao Yan's talent… I'd probably already be a Dou Master by now."
He shook his head, then his eyes lit up.
"Now that I've reached the Fighter realm… I should be able to use the Great Heavenly Creation Palm."
Having read Battle Through the Heavens in his previous life, he naturally wouldn't ignore such powerful techniques.
Currently, his daily training included:
Great Heavenly Creation Palm
Vajra Glazed Body
Yellow Spring Finger
Soul Spirit Scripture (soul cultivation)
Wind-Sweeping Remnant Cloud (Earth-tier movement technique)
Unfortunately, he had yet to find a Heaven-tier movement technique.
Among these, only the Soul Spirit Scripture was relatively easy to cultivate.
The others were brutal:
The Great Heavenly Creation Palm demanded immense Dou Qi.
The Vajra Glazed Body required extreme physical strength.
The Yellow Spring Finger was nearly impossible without a developed soul.
Fortunately, after years of effort, Xiao Ping had successfully condensed a true soul entity.
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Through his cultivation, he had come to understand soul classification:
Beyond the mortal, spiritual, heavenly, and emperor realms mentioned in the original work, there also existed:
Soul Phantoms (formed at Dou Wang)
Soul Entities (formed at Dou Huang)
At Dou Zong, the soul would fully enter the Mortal Realm.
Beyond that, improvement became extremely difficult without special talent.
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"Let's give it a try."
Xiao Ping exhaled slowly and raised his right hand.
Over the past seven years, he had nearly died countless times training these Heaven-tier techniques.
Without:
his wood-attributed recovery,
the Bodhi Zen Art,
and the medicinal resources he had gathered,
he would have exploded long ago.
Even Dou Zun experts might fail to cultivate such techniques successfully.
Yet he endured.
Because he had no choice.
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"Vajra Glazed Body!"
With a roar, his skin turned from pale to bronze, radiating a metallic sheen.
"Great Heavenly Creation Palm!"
Despite years of training, the pressure was immense.
His Dou Qi surged violently as he thrust his palm forward.
A black point of energy formed—dense, distorted, and filled with terrifying suction.
Before the strike even landed, the cave began to collapse.
Cracks spread across the stone walls.
His right arm twisted under the strain—even with the Vajra Glazed Body reinforcing it.
This was why he activated defense first.
Compared to the Creation Palm, even the Vajra Glazed Body's burden seemed mild.
"Break!"
With a final roar, Xiao Ping unleashed the attack.
Boom!
The cave shattered instantly.
Rocks collapsed, burying him completely.
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A moment later—
"Bang!"
A figure burst from the rubble, wrapped in faint green light.
Xiao Ping.
"Haha… I can finally use it!"
He quickly dispelled the Vajra Glazed Body and leaned against a nearby tree.
"Cough—!"
A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.
Even as a Fighter, using two Heaven-tier techniques simultaneously pushed him to his absolute limit.
But he smiled.
"It's enough… at least I now have a trump card."
"With this, even a Dou Master would be seriously injured… or torn apart by the suction force."
Looking at his swollen palm, satisfaction flickered in his eyes.
After all—
What use is power if you can't wield it?
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"Hm… it's getting late."
"Time to head back."
Xiao Ping glanced at the three storage rings on his left hand.
All of them were obtained from hidden caves he had discovered over the years.
Inside were countless medicinal herbs and resources—his lifeline.
Without them, his cultivation path would have long since collapsed.
Smiling faintly, he tapped the ground lightly.
"Wind-Sweeping Remnant Cloud."
With a soft whoosh, his figure vanished into the forest—leaving behind only a fading swirl of wind.
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