Yang Fei removed his shoes, placing his feet into the recesses.

Just as he had surmised, they were a perfect match.

The concave shape corresponded flawlessly to his footprints; the arch and curve of his foot nestled in snugly.

Yang Fei inhaled sharply, struck dumb.

This boulder was authentic granite, extremely hard.

With Yang Fei's current kung fu prowess, he could activate the Extreme Force and shatter this piece of granite.

However, it was impossible for him not to cause even the slightest damage to the stone while leaving such deep marks on it.

Even Xue Mingtai at the Core Formation Peak would definitely not be able to do it.

What's more, these imprints were made by bare feet.

This was a feat many times harder than using one's hands.

Yang Fei's heart trembled.

He proceeded to clear away the moss and accumulated dust within the recesses, and he ran his hands over the base of the pits.

The footprints were half an inch deep, with a rough texture at the bottom.

Yang Fei, under the dim starlight, examined them carefully and felt them with his hands.

His heart was even more profoundly shaken.

The textures at the bottom of the pits perfectly matched the patterns of a human's sole.

Especially the toe prints, which were incredibly clear.

Furthemore, upon inspecting all the footprints, he found they were all exactly the same size.

Using a half piece of thatch as a measuring stick, he ascertained that the footprints were all the same size to the last millimeter.

A miracle!

This was truly a miracle!

Yang Fei never dreamed it was possible.

That in this world, someone's mastery of martial arts could reach such a miraculous realm!

He stood up, looking at the many footprints under the dim starlight, lost in astounded reverie.

The incomparable shock made his brain feel almost as if it was under a trance.

It was utterly inconceivable.

At this moment, Yang Fei could not help but believe in the existence of the Martial God.

Only a true god could possess such an astonishing, world-defying power.

But why would a Martial God leave so many footprints at the top of this precipice?

Yang Fei was filled with questions.

He suddenly realized.

These footprints were not randomly scattered; they seemed to be arranged according to some pattern,

And most importantly.

He felt a sense of deja vu with the pattern in which the footprints were laid out.

Yang Fei knew that the memories he had lost were once again haunting him.

He covered his forehead, struggling to piece together the fragmented memories in his brain.

However, his blank mind occasionally flickered with scattered memories,

But no matter what, he just could not remember the past.

Yang Fei took off his socks and slipped his bare feet into the footprints.

He closed his eyes and unconsciously started to revolve upon them.

Strangely enough, the moment Yang Fei's feet touched these footprints, his mind became entirely tranquil.

Which step came first, which step followed.

He could clearly perceive the changes.

Following his subconsious, each step he took was spot on.

No sooner had Yang Fei completed a few rotations than the Qi-Blood within his body began to boil tumultuously, his Essence refining and striking at his channels.

The nodes within his body that had not broken through for a long time now showed signs of breakthrough.

Yang Fei was ecstatic.

It turned out that the ruins left by the Martial God contained an extremely profound and mysterious form of martial arts.

His body, spinning like a top, grew faster and faster, his clothes flapping noisily,

And the Essence Qi inside him was completely aroused by the footsteps he traced.

Yang Fei even felt each node in his body being unlocked one after another under the relentless assault of the Essence Qi, resembling a torrential flood.

In just ten short minutes, Yang Fei had made a breakthrough in his martial arts realm, with four nodes in his body getting unlocked.

The magic of these steps was truly against the heavens.

Just then, Feng Cai'er finally managed to climb up the cliff.

As she ascended the mountain cliff, she immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Yang Fei's figure floated and spun like a top, racing swiftly on a large bluestone.

Feng Cai'er was shocked. Had this guy gone mad?

She didn't dare to speak loudly but tiptoed over, intending to grab Yang Fei before saying anything.

However, Yang Fei's movements were unfathomably mysterious.

He seemed to be in front one moment, then suddenly behind; he moved as gracefully as a roaming dragon, as light as a startled swan.

He was clearly right in front of Feng Cai'er, within arm's reach.

But when Feng Cai'er stretched out her hand to grab him, she couldn't even touch his clothes.

Feng Cai'er stomped her foot and called out softly.

"Yang Fei, what's wrong with you? Stop right now."

At this moment, Yang Fei was completely immersed in this incredible set of steps.

He was mesmerized and did not hear Feng Cai'er's voice.

Seeing that he did not respond and there was a look of intoxication on his face, Feng Cai'er grew even more afraid.

Had this guy been bewitched by a ghost?

Feng Cai'er gritted her teeth and executed the Grasping Hand Technique, trying to grab Yang Fei's arm.

But Yang Fei's step technique was too strange.

After several attempts, she couldn't even touch him.

Feng Cai'er had no choice but to follow Yang Fei's figure.

However, after only two rounds, she felt dizzy and her vision blurred.

Watching Yang Fei's figure flicker in and out of reality, it seemed as if he were in all directions at once.

Feng Cai'er couldn't bear it any longer and collapsed to the ground with a stumble.

She felt dizzy and her vision blurred, but still propped up her head to watch Yang Fei's spinning figure, calling out softly.

"Yang Fei, what's wrong with you, stop already?"

In her blur, Yang Fei's figure seemed to become numerous overlapping shadows.

Feng Cai'er's temples throbbed and she felt agitated.

Eventually, she could not help but pass out against the stone wall.

However, Yang Fei's mind was crystal clear, his Spirit Platform bright and lucid.

In that moment, he had the illusion that the stars in the sky were revolving above his head, their trajectories distinct and visible.

Below his feet, he could feel the slow rotation of the Earth.

It was as if the cosmic mysteries of the Milky Way's motion were clearly laid out in his mind.

Finally, Yang Fei slowly stopped moving and bowed his head in thought.

The Essence Qi above his head soared like beacon smoke, shooting straight into the clouds.

Afterward, Yang Fei had realized.

This magical set of steps adhered to the transformation principles of Fuxi's Innate Eight-Eight Sixty-Four Hexagrams.

The step technique, from the exterior to the interior, enhanced the Qi-Blood within the body.

At the same time, it transformed Qi-Blood into Essence Qi, a Martial Arts Technique defying the heavens.

Yang Fei was sure.

He must have learned this step technique before the age of eighteen.

But with the loss of memory, he had forgotten many techniques.

Now these footprints had once again revived the step technique deep within Yang Fei's memory.

Yang Fei once again confirmed that the Martial God was not a legend, but a living person.

And this person had a close connection with himself.

But what exactly was that connection?

Master? Father and son? Friend? Enemy?

Or could he himself be the Martial God?

Various speculations left him in a state of confusion.

The last idea was especially thrilling to Yang Fei.

He discovered that there were more than one type of Martial Arts Skills buried within his memory fragments.

It seemed he knew the mysteries of any Fist Technique at a glance.

And he instinctively knew the various transformations and their corresponding counters.

The vast sea of Martial Arts skills lay hidden deep in his memory.

They would revive automatically whenever triggered by an external factor.

If he were the Martial God, then how had he lost his memory?

What was the relationship between his master Shou Jing Gong and himself?

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