Burial of the Immortals!
Void.
Annihilation.
Emptiness.
Destruction.
All causes and all effects in this world seemed to disappear beneath this starry sky.
Countless worlds and endless stars looked like nothing more than toys belonging to some indescribable existence.
The brilliant and majestic figure used the galaxy as its stage and the heavens as its arena.
It continuously changed its posture.
Every movement, every breath it took, carried an indescribable power.
Su Tu firmly engraved each of those movements into his mind.
He could clearly feel how terrifying this Foundation Art was.
Every time he followed the figure and changed his posture, his bloodline and physical foundation underwent another transformation.
He could even hear the sound of his blood vessels tearing apart inside his body.
Intense pain instantly swept through Su Tu.
Yet his expression remained as calm and indifferent as before.
Eventually, the majestic figure stopped moving.
It simply stood upright in the universe.
Like a divine spear piercing through the galaxy and countless worlds.
Then everything around Su Tu began to fade.
Su Tu understood.
He was about to leave.
Everything here was an illusion created by that Foundation Art.
Now that he had memorized the art, there was naturally no reason for him to remain within this illusion.
Su Tu looked toward the towering figure.
Thank you, Senior.
Someone who passed down the Dao and taught another person deserved to be treated as a teacher.
Although this figure was only a manifestation within a Foundation Art, in Su Tu's eyes, it had truly taught him an extraordinary technique.
It deserved to be called Senior.
The next instant...
Su Tu's figure scattered like bubbles within the galaxy.
The lonely starry sky continued to tremble.
The enormous figure remained standing there.
Then suddenly...
Two blazing suns appeared above its body.
They looked almost like a pair of eyes.
It...
No.
It should be called He.
He looked in the direction Su Tu had disappeared and released a soft sigh.
That sigh seemed to contain a thousand years of sorrow and grief stretching across eternity.
Wherever the sound reached, the heavens themselves seemed to become filled with sadness.
In the unseen depths of existence, it was as though countless trillions of living beings began weeping at the same time.
Then He spoke.
The Immortals... are gone.
Every time He uttered a word, the light behind Him became even brighter.
The gods have fallen...
The radiance surrounding Him intensified.
Then came His final sentence.
It seemed to touch some indescribable law.
Only three words could be spoken.
Heaven has fallen.
As those words appeared...
A ruined palace slowly manifested behind Him.
Everything within that palace had already decayed and collapsed.
The enormous palace gates were covered in dark-red moss.
Countless eyeballs grew across them, constantly looking in every direction.
Above the gate, the plaque had been almost completely corroded by the same dark-red substance.
Only one incomplete character could still barely be seen.
South...
When Su Tu opened his eyes again, unbearable pain immediately assaulted him.
Veins bulged across his forehead.
His skin turned bright red.
His entire body burned with terrifying heat, as though a fire were boiling his blood from within.
It felt like ten thousand ants were devouring his heart.
Like his meridians were being peeled apart and his tendons forcibly stretched.
Yet even this description barely captured the pain.
Zhou Wuliang looked at Su Tu with obvious surprise.
He understood better than almost anyone how painful the first Foundation Art cultivation could be.
Back then, Zhou Wuliang had been famous for having a temperament as steady as stone.
Yet during his first Foundation Art training, even he had screamed without stopping.
But the young man before him...
His veins were bulging.
His skin looked as though it had been boiled.
He was clearly already reaching his limit.
And yet...
He hadn't made a single sound.
Zhou Wuliang couldn't help asking,
Doesn't it hurt?
Su Tu answered with only one word.
It hurts.
Even speaking that single word caused sweat to appear on his forehead.
Zhou Wuliang looked at him strangely.
Then why aren't you screaming?
Su Tu remained silent for quite a while.
Only after slowly adapting to the pain did he finally answer.
Would screaming make it hurt less?
Zhou Wuliang stared at him.
Then his satisfaction with Su Tu rose even higher.
Not only did this boy possess heaven-defying physical talent...
He also had such willpower and clarity of mind.
If someone like this truly grew up...
Zhou Wuliang could almost see it already.
In the future, another blazing sun would rise across the galaxy, illuminating the stars.
At this moment, however, Su Tu had no interest in what Zhou Wuliang was thinking.
He was experiencing something strange.
As long as he focused his mind slightly, he could actually see what was happening inside his own body.
He saw a thick stream of cyan Qi flowing through his blood vessels and meridians.
At the same time, something seemed to be growing within him.
Soon...
That thing finally finished forming.
A tiny, extremely faint sprout appeared inside Su Tu's body.
Zhou Wuliang withdrew his hand.
Qi has been born within your body.
He returned to his wooden armchair.
You now have the qualifications to cultivate martial arts.
By this point, Su Tu no longer felt any pain.
Instead, his entire body felt full and energized.
His physical condition was much better than before.
Especially that tiny sprout inside him.
It was extremely mysterious.
It seemed to constantly nourish his body.
Zhou Wuliang continued,
From today onward, you can be considered someone who has officially stepped onto the martial path.
From now on, diligently cultivate your Foundation Art every day.
Try to guide that strand of Qi into the acupoints throughout your body.
Once you successfully complete Qi Entry, you will officially enter the first martial stage, the Branch-Glimpsing Realm.
Su Tu carefully sensed the changes within himself.
Then he looked at Zhou Wuliang with genuine gratitude.
