Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

The air, the dust, even the tiny crawling insects on the ground were unable to move. Even the breath of all things had been nailed dead in place; the wind itself shattered into specks of light a hundred zhang away.

Only he and Martial Uncle Zhao remained the sole coordinates capable of moving within this hundred-zhang radius.

He knew that the other party had unfolded a domain. This was a grandmaster-level artistic conception.

Its might far surpassed that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster's artistic conception. The two were not even concepts on the same level.

Zhao Shousui swung the weapon in his hand, smacking it against his palm with sharp slaps. "Stop looking around. No matter how much damage you cause here, everything will return to normal once I end my artistic conception. When you achieve Three Flowers Gathering, you'll be able to do the same. There's no use puzzling over it now."

"Understood, Martial Uncle. Then I'm coming."

Meng Chuan steadied himself, clenched both fists, and walked forward.

Crimson streams of light spilled from the gaps between his clenched fingers, then coiled around his entire arms like spiraling radiance.

Besides learning from his Martial Uncle how to use spiritual power, he also wanted to see what level he had reached now.

He wanted his Martial Uncle to assess whether, without using bodily liberation, he could defeat an ordinary Third Limit Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Ever since arriving at Wudang, whether in qi and blood, martial principles, or combat skills—

He had made tremendous progress compared to a few months ago.

On top of that, he had broken through the limits of several powerful practical traits. Compared to before climbing the mountain, his combat power had soared in a straight line.

That was why he now looked forward to a sufficiently