Civilization Fist

Every blade of grass and tree in the God Tomb World was reflected in Fang Xuan's sea of consciousness. Countless voices clamored within it, and he could see strands of gray lines—the interweaving of fate. By merely plucking a few of them, he could even shake the main thread of this world's destiny.

At that moment, Fang Xuan was the Heavenly Dao, the entire God Tomb Great World.

A Civilization Fire burned fiercely—martial arts, immortal cultivation, magic, battle aura...

In an instant, Fang Xuan comprehended the civilization memories accumulated over countless ages in the God Tomb World, as clusters of wisdom flames blazed brightly.

From the talisman of the World Free King Buddha, the young monk's song rang out once more.

"Born with only eighteen years, one chaos is one year."

"Chaos, universe, life, wisdom, civilization... I traveled through All Heavens and walked among myriad worlds. Every world, regardless of size or rank, saw flowers bloom and wither through the long years. I watched the misty rain over heaven and earth, the seas turn into mulberry fields, and the Civilization Fire burn bright and blazing."

At last, two words took shape in Fang Xuan's mind: "civilization."

Every world possessed its own unique civilization—martial arts, immortal cultivation, the divine soul, the fleshly body, feng shui...

There was no distinction of high or low, superior or inferior. All were explorations of heaven, earth, and nature, pursuits of eternity. Every world was a new Dao.

Unity of Heaven and Earth was a power unique to creation immortal artifacts. It was a state of mind born from resonating with the rhythms of heaven and earth, allowing one to grasp their veins and patterns.

With a thought from Fang Xuan, the seven little ones who had been playing in this world suddenly fell into a