Very soon, Li Jihao accepted tonsure.

He was instantly imbued with Divine Blood, and his perception of speed transformed tenfold.

His movements were like a small Superman, with the surroundings seeming to slow down like bullet time, leaving him astonished.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed madly in his heart, what a terrifying immortal fate is this?

With such speed, even if enemies shoot at him, it would be like a turtle's pace; he could easily dodge!

This is amazing!

The two elderly men looked at this tall, two-meter bronze muscular man, with a single tuft of hair swaying on top, and said solemnly: "You've entered our Buddhist sect, you must chant scriptures and cultivate the cycle of reincarnation."

Learning they were actually Great Witches, and humanity was a super miniature species, also overturned his worldview.

However, he soon saw those tiny ant-like mortals living in Qingshi Town coexisting with these Great Witch Giants, a truly miraculous sight!

"One, you may go back and live as usual within your gang, and on the other side, cultivate the reincarnation body through each life cycle."

"Two, if you have talented disciples, you can recommend them."

"Three, you can periodically return to Qingshi Town, which acts as a conduit joining Shushan Mahe with Immortal Land. This place is home to the tiny mortals who possess various mystical immortal techniques and divine artifacts for trade."

...

Listening to them, Li Jihao humbly learned, quietly absorbing their advice.

Nervous.

Anticipation.

Excitement.

As if the sluggish air faded away, returning him to the verdant youth of practicing Martial Dao.

Since being injured by that Mechanical Martial Artist, he completely understood the rise of machines, and became hopeful towards Martial Dao again.

So, when severely injured, he said to Baiyu from Miao Chun Hall and others:

"Martial World, it really has ended."

While uttering this, he truly felt heartache that no one understood.

Yet now, he felt as if he was back to the youthful days of practicing Martial Arts with newfound hope for life.

"How wonderful! How wonderful! Qingshi Town, two elders playing chess under a tree, Immortal Land Continent!"

Eventually, he boarded the train, returning to Du Guan Town, and entered a room to advance at the factory of Ten Blades Association.

He took off his hat, and a tuft of hair slowly swayed atop his head.

His consciousness had already entered the Immortal Land Continent.

An ancient town with a classical charm.

Amidst the wailing cries of an infant, a midwife carrying a newborn child cried out,

"Buddha's reincarnation, Buddha's reincarnation! Our village's old Li Family has produced a Saint!"

Li Jihao opened his eyes, neither crying nor screaming.

...

Time flies.

Li Jihao had transformed into a young man.

This genius shone brightly on this land.

In the martial world of Yin Ruins, besides aristocratic families, no one at the age of over twenty could become a Grandmaster.

After all, ordinary citizens without lineage achieving Grandmaster status by the age of forty solely with their physique is truly exceptional.

Yet Li Jihao was precisely such a commoner's genius!

"Among the aristocrats, Baiyu, Fu Qingjun... these individuals are of privileged backgrounds, with ancestral Grandmaster bloodlines, strong physiques, blessed by heaven, whereas I, Li Jihao, rose from impoverishment, through constant stance training, muscle building, only then reaching three hundred pounds!"

"In the Ten Blades Association and Miao Chun Hall, from a commoner's position without lineage inheritance, attaining leadership status was merely achievable by Li Jihao and Little Trumpet."

"Little Trumpet's talent is undoubtedly remarkable; otherwise, she wouldn't have been taken in as an adopted daughter by Haikou Little Xu Xian, who faintly topped the martial world as Martial Arts Alliance Leader."

"Approaching twenty, she was already a Bone Realm master, unfortunately, a lunatic obsessively inheriting her foster father's unique skills, resulting in a ruined brain.... Although not as talented as her, I am nevertheless an extraordinary talent."

His expression turned harsh, already a top practitioner in the Third Realm.

He was already the Holy Son of Sumeru Small Saint Sect within the Western Land.

Possessing the wisdom from reincarnation earned him significant regard.

Though over the years, with the arrival of people from Qingshi Town, the level was significantly lowered, his innate quality was outstanding, quickly catching the attention of Buddha's sect, standing out.

However, it was merely standing out.

He realized, although talented himself, there were numerous talents emerging on this land.

Even most Holy Sons and Chiefs surpassed him.

He was surprisingly at a lower-middle level.

"Kill!"

He battled along the way, challenging younger generations of various sects.

"Sword in hand, singing loudly, full house at the tavern, watch me slay crazed rogue bullies on the street!"

"This is the martial world I desire! Whether foe or friend, whether temperament suits or not, let's fight first! Meet friends through martial arts!"

He laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face.

Toiling in martial arts for a lifetime, wasn't this glorious scene what he longed for??

His world, our martial world is no more.

Yet here it still exists!

He interacted with many, forming deep friendships, and enmities with others.

On this land, praises and acclaims spread, celebrating heroism and valor.

Eventually, he fell swiftly at the beginning of the imperial path, quickly defeated like others because on this continent a terrifying prodigy emerged among the thousand sects.

Thereafter, he hugged the heavily bloodied sect Saintess, his trusted companion and friend on a battlefield cliff, crying aloud, "I lack in aptitude, yet you, the strongest of this generation, have been defeated. Though there's a chance to win, to step onto the Immortal Path, cross into the Fourth Realm Ancestral God, ascend to Celestial Court."

The dying female only smiled faintly, "Sometimes, I truly envy you Great Witch Giants, for your longevity and undying nature. You live long lives, with many chances to reincarnate...but our lives are short, just one lifetime."

Great Witch.

Li Jihao fell silent.

Finally understanding the significance these long-lived mythological giants hold for this land.

Their lifespans are too long, long enough to witness eras change, seas turn into mulberry fields.

"You can wait for the next life, but I cannot." Her breathing gradually faded.

Li Jihao remained silent, only to cry bitterly upwards.

"Why cry? You previously kept saying martial world, martial world, as if you were a seventy, eighty-year-old person full of melancholy. Now, this is the martial world you desire, with laughter and tears." This generation's Saintess fell, her expression darkened.

Li Jihao hugged the woman's corpse, crying out on the bloody cliff battlefield.

This truly is the martial world.

A perfect, highly overlapped martial world.

The Fourth Realm to become a celestial, also requires challenging others everywhere... just as prior to surpassing the Third Realm Grandmaster, young masters in sects, challenged others to understand who I am, surprisingly consistent.

"At the Fourth Realm, one's martial path becomes immortal."

He himself was about to fall, holding the corpse on the cliff, gazing at the scenery, "Fourth Realm... so this is it! So this is it! Through countless lives, realizing I'm a god!"

After a long while.

"Giant Spirit God, come to clean this place."

He shouted.

Far off the cliff, a Mythical Giant bearing a water bucket slowly emerged from the skies. Its massive head gently bowed, pouring water from above.

Whoosh.

The cliff was swept clean, erasing all grudges.

The giant began to reshape the mountains and land, moving mountains and filling seas, now a ripened mythological world.

...

Snap.

Immediately, slowly awaken.

Li Jihao found himself in a magnificent surrounding, a golden palace.

"Where is this?"

"This is the Buddha Realm." High above, an ancient Buddha sat on a lotus platform, calm and composed, it was Qin Hong.

As a second-generation tuft dependent, she had developed her power to the fullest.

Fu Qingjun used this hair to establish the Divine Demon Night Banquet.

Drawing others through the hair into his brain for meetings.... She also established her own Divine Demon Night Banquet, where reincarnated individuals must pass through her tuft-brained central hub.

"Li Jihao, a life cycle of reincarnation." She spoke lightly.

"A life cycle of reincarnation?"

Li Jihao pondered and instantly grasped the meaning.

Surrounding golden light faded, Li Jihao returned to his body, feeling lost.

Fu Qingjun while eating glanced at Qin Hong, stunned and speechless, "You're indulging in this nesting doll act again? How are you even copying me? Creating your own Buddha Realm night banquet?"

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.