“Whether Buddhism, Daoism, or demonism, all realms will inherently try to achieve the same goal.”
“What you have to do is to forget all the moves, screen out the conventions and restrictions, ignore the attributes and start exclusively from within yourself. Find the flaws in your own body before making up for them…”
The old protector was a man with a rich experience. Although he had endured an unusual three thousand years of struggle and was now on his deathbed, he had accumulated massive combat knowledge, which was a great treasure.
It was a great blessing that Alex could receive his advice without reservation.
‘Ignore the attributes. Ignore Buddhism and Daoism.’
‘The last foundation is energy in itself. Energy can be drawn out from ancient runes.’
‘Energy, energy…’
After Alex’s mind had been enlightened, he awakened and prepared himself for battle.
And so, it was unknown how many roads Alex had to walk and how many undead creatures he had killed, but he could finally comprehend the truth at a certain life and death moment… True Martialism was grounded on the self to discover oneself.
As for other ways, one would have to borrow the help of outsiders to continue developing. The path he was now walking on bad directly started from his body. Using his body as a foundation, he ascended from his roots.
Wham!
Alex was blocking a passageway with countless undead skeletons ahead. After he sent out a punch directly, sand flew, and stones hurtled through the air, and the world seemed to have collapsed.
This was his first step on the path he had chosen. Divine power, Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, and Thunder Palm Mantra blended together. He forgot the existing cultivation techniques, moves, and inherent cultivation modes, turning them into pure energy.
Energy and attributes were compressed. The way that best suited the body was the gate to many wonders.
The old protector said nothing and just smiled. However, the old man’s face looked paler, and his mental strength further deteriorated.
It wasn’t like Alex hadn’t thought of ways to extend his life. Alex had even taken the most valuable longevity pill and handed it over to him, but to no avail.
The old man was going to breathe his last, he was displaying five signs of impending death.
Eventually, Alex carried the old man on his back and stepped on the flying sword to speed up his journey. Three days later, they finally arrived at the entrance of the True Martial Shrine.
However, Claudia was scared witless after seeing a corpse at the entrance. When she looked at the outfit, she thought it was her man, Gilbert.
She turned over the corpse to take a look. It turned out not to be him.
Even so, Claudia still exclaimed, “It’s Manny from the Flying Eagles!”
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