A Martial Artist in a Cultivation World
Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts.
But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder.
Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper.
Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training.
Should a year’s time fail, then two years.
Should two years fail, then a decade.
Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium?
Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique
Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork
Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art
A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world.
Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body.
Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists.
Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space.
In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world.
With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!
