New Heaven

Twenty days, twenty-one days, twenty-two days—

Zhou Leng maintained a pace of around seven hundred kilometers a day. He could originally have completed it in just over twenty days.

But because he had to stop and read the stories of the martyrs, pay homage to their relics, and feel the imprints of their spirit, it actually took more than twenty days.

Stories of the past, the contents of history, what he witnessed with his own eyes, the imprints of spirit—

Countless forces intertwined.

Like a great hammer, they continuously forged Zhou Leng's heart while tempering his Martial Will.

More than twenty days without food or water, sleep or rest—if it had been an ordinary Grandmaster martial artist, they would surely have wasted away into a skeleton.

Zhou Leng had merely grown a little thinner, with faint shadows beneath his eyes. Yet his gaze was brighter, and his spirit more vigorous.

Only, a trace of bewilderment occasionally flickered in his eyes.

After going without rest for too long, the brain instinctively forced itself into brief periods of rest.

The stronger the body, the more nourishment it required.

Zhou Leng had gone days without food or water. At first, he had endured wave after wave of hunger, but gradually, he became numb to it.

The closer he got to Yan'an, the final destination, the heavier his body's weakness became.

Later, his head grew heavy and his feet light. People constantly asked whether he needed help, but Zhou Leng refused them all.

Yet at the same time, his powerful body began to evolve on its own.

If it could not absorb external energy, then it would improve its own physiological mechanisms.

If it could not rest, then it would restore physical strength dynamically.

If it could not sleep, then the regions of his