In the 292nd year of the Daqing era, the Qing Kingdom conceded defeat, paying reparations in silver and land, only then did the Wu Kingdom cease its hostilities.
You feel that the Qing Kingdom is truly a clown.
[In the 293rd year of the Daqing era, you began the cultivation of "Muscles and Bones Resonating Together." This step doesn't have a step-by-step progress division, or rather, there is a similar progress, but the specific amount is completely beyond your perception. It mainly involves coordinating the power of your meridians and bones. After completing this step, even without using any internal energy, you can have the force of thousands of pounds with a casual wave of your hand, pushing aside giant elephants and collapsing stone walls.]
[In the 295th year of the Daqing era, you practiced your slashing techniques daily, and your swordsmanship became increasingly superb.]
[After 299 years of Daqing, you can already make your muscles and bones vibrate together, producing a clear sound, but you know that's still far from perfect; your coordination is far from ideal.]
Some martial arts masters have a weak foundation; even with the coordinated movement of their muscles and bones, the final sound is merely like a firecracker exploding. Others, however, can achieve the "Thunderous Sound of Tigers and Leopards." With your own talent, you think you should at least reach the level of "Thunderous Sound of Tigers and Leopards."
The final step for a martial artist is to solidify their martial will. While this step can theoretically be done simultaneously with the "Muscle and Bone Resonance" process, in practice, solidifying the martial will takes far longer than completing the "Muscle and Bone Resonance"!
[A typical Grandmaster prospect becomes a Martial Master at 30, and begins to achieve perfect harmony of tendons and bones between 33 and 35. They generally reach the peak of this harmony around 50, and then it takes until 60 to solidify their martial will. Some may even remain in their 70s or 80s, and some may never become a Grandmaster in their lifetime.]
However, there are also many people with unwavering will, exceptional talent, and extraordinary comprehension who can cultivate their martial will in their thirties or forties, taking the lead in achieving harmony between their muscles and bones.
[In the 302nd year of Daqing, your muscles and bones have become increasingly coordinated. Although they are internal structures of your own body, you can manipulate them with the dexterity of moving your fingers within a certain range.]
[In the 303rd anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, you look up at the sky and see nothing.]
[You're hesitating about what choice to make this time. If I remember correctly, that demon first appeared in the Qing Kingdom and massacred the city, but later it was surrounded and killed by a Grandmaster in the Wu Kingdom.]
After the demons successfully turned the tables, their demon kingdom was established starting with the martial kingdom.
After a moment's hesitation, you decided to head west, crossing the boundless desert to the legendary grasslands on the other side.
Just before setting off, you left a message for your fellow martial arts masters, the top-tier juniors, and the grandmasters.
[You said you dreamt of an extraterrestrial demon descending upon the world, about to slaughter the entire Three Kingdoms, and that even a supreme grandmaster would be no match for it. The dream was so vivid that it has etched fear into your soul, leaving you no choice but to believe it.]
They think you've gone mad from practicing martial arts. One grandmaster even advised you that if things really didn't work out, you should find a wife and enjoy the pleasures of family life, instead of fantasizing about some alien demons.
You simply left with the words, "In my dreams, the blood of otherworldly beings can be used to forge unimaginable divine weapons," and then resolutely departed.
Although you know that leaving these words is probably useless, we still have to wait for the birth of that chosen one of our time, Bei Chenguang, because the conditions are not met.
[Firstly, there were too few people with demonic blood at the beginning, and those who did were transformed by the demons themselves, possessing combat power comparable to a grandmaster. We couldn't defeat them, nor could we collect their blood, so we couldn't forge divine weapons strong enough to threaten the demons.]
[...By the time it began mass-producing demonized soldiers, the Three Kingdoms had already collapsed.]
[Then... even if the existing Grandmasters were equipped with the corresponding divine weapons, they would still be no match for the Otherworldly Demons.]
[Bei Chenguang, a Grandmaster at the age of twenty, had a foundation boost ten to nine times that of an ordinary person. Although he had just become a Grandmaster in the simulation, he was probably already capable of easily defeating several veteran Grandmasters.]
Even with that level of strength, they fought the Otherworldly Demons all the way to the East Sea without a clear victor.
[If it were you at the beginning, you might have thought about changing all of this and actively established a resistance organization in the Demon Kingdom... But after what happened eight or nine years ago, you realized that martial artists were still too weak.]
Stay calm and don't be reckless! This is a future that hasn't happened yet. What you need to do now is not to change regrets in the "future," but to accumulate strength and end all of this in the more distant past!
In this Three Kingdoms era, as long as you're cunning enough, surviving peacefully isn't too difficult. However, humans are driven by emotion, not reason.
[You're afraid you can't bear to see the otherworldly demons wreaking havoc on the world, and you'll take the initiative to intervene, exposing yourself... so it's better to run far away from the start, out of sight, out of mind.]
[In less than a month, you reached the western border. Vegetation is sparse here, mostly barren land; the further west you go, the more yellow sand covers the ground.]
You enter the desert.
[You're carrying over 100 pounds of water and meat. This weight isn't even enough to warm you up; it's enough to sustain you for over twenty days, allowing you to travel thousands of miles westward—a distance that could cross more than one country.]
[You've been traveling a long way, and fortunately, this desert isn't an absolute death trap. You often encounter cacti and gerbils that come out at night, which greatly alleviates your food and water shortages.]
[You think that as long as you play it safe and allocate resources carefully, getting out of this desert shouldn't be too difficult. After all, ordinary people have to consider many factors such as food poisoning, disease, acclimatization problems, and being buried in sand pits, while these problems are greatly reduced for martial artists.]
However, the Eastern seas are a different story. While the desert is relatively solid ground, on the vast ocean, martial artists, whose body density is higher than average, must constantly swim or use their internal energy to stay afloat.
On the fifteenth day after entering the desert, you were inwardly cursing how ridiculously vast it was. You had already traveled nearly three or four thousand miles, and all around you was still endless yellow sand.
At dusk, you can even see a vast, ethereal, yellowish-brown mass stretching to the horizon, dyeing the entire sky a sandy yellow—this is a sandstorm, the most terrifying natural disaster in the desert!
Even a Grandmaster cannot survive in the face of extreme natural disasters. You frantically flee in the opposite direction, carrying dozens of kilograms of food and water on your back, but your speed has reached the level of a high-speed train, exceeding 250 kilometers per hour. If the yellow sand under your feet were not unsuitable for exerting force, you could run even faster.
[In just over ten minutes, the sandstorm was left behind. You sneered, "It's nothing special..." Just an hour later, the distant horizon was shrouded in yellow haze again. You cursed and continued running.]
"Is this fun? Are you trying to bully a martial arts master who's almost 50?!"
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