Body as Bow, Stone as Arrow, Shoot Down the Stars!

[In the 273rd year, I still haven't made any progress. This time, I can't see the road ahead at all, because I am the road at the very front.]

[I have deduced the Spring Thunder Technique, which at its highest level is only the Great Accomplishment Completion stage, to the level of Limit-Breaking. No one in the world understands it better than me.]

I sighed.

Inside the clinic, Zhang Fusheng's eyes were tightly closed, his bones creaking. A smile appeared on his face as he pointed a finger, which produced a thunderous sound, followed by a shockwave like an explosive blast!

The shockwave swept across, overturning the operating table, shattering bottles and jars, and cracking the floor, revealing the powerful explosives buried beneath.

This is the Thunderclap Force.

"Limit-Breaking Spring Thunder Technique"

"No, it shouldn't be called the Spring Thunder Technique anymore."

Zhang Fusheng breathed steadily, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters!

The Mysterious Factor within a radius of a thousand meters surged and roared, gathering into a small vortex above his head and desperately pouring into his body!

Just a few breaths.

He absorbed all the Mysterious Factor within a kilometer radius.

After breaking free from the shackles of its limits, the Spring Thunder Technique is Breathing Technique, but it no longer resembles Breathing Technique.

"The Spring Thunder True Intent originally only resonated with my physical body, but now it has resonated with my Qi and Blood."

"The Great Tide True Intent has the lowest progress, circulating only in the hands; the Yin Snake True Intent permeates half the body; and the Spring Thunder True Intent is already omnipresent in the body, even residing within the Qi and Blood."

"The second stage of True Intention?"

"The next stage after 'the mind unites with the body,' and 'the mind unites with the breath,' is the Unity of Intent and Spirit?"

Zhang Fusheng silently sensed the changes within his body. At the martial artist stage, it was impossible to separate Qi and Blood from the body, but he could find another way.

He cut his fingertip, and bright red blood flowed out.

Zhang Fusheng exerted his strength, causing his Qi and Blood to surge and spurt out from his fingertips, mixed with fresh blood. The moment the blood and Qi and Blood left his body...

'Boom!'

The crimson blood, tinged with a bright white, slammed against the wall, piercing through it.

The extremely dense soil and rocks behind it were also pierced for several meters, and the soil and rocks showed a charred appearance with lightning-like patterns—just as if they had been hit by lightning!

"It's not the Thunderclap Force, not the Spring Thunder True Intent, nor the Spring Thunder Breathing Technique."

"After Limit-Breaking, they should now be called [True Thunder]."

"True Thunder Force! True Thunder Intent! True Thunder Technique!"

Zhang Fusheng laughed heartily, the sense of vicissitude that had endured nearly three hundred years quickly fading from his appearance.

But a scarlet hue still lingered in his eyes— Malevolent Energy.

It was almost impossible to suppress.

"Now, it's Eighty Years of Martial Arts!"

Liao Xianji's Eighty Years of Martial Arts training were put to use by him.

[In my first year, I made rapid progress and reached the eighth level of Perfection.]

[In the second year, I made rapid progress and entered the Ninth Refinement.]

[In the third year, my calm breathing drained away the Mysterious Factor within a kilometer radius; I didn't need time to accumulate it at all.]

[I reached the ninth level of Perfection in just one month, and in that same year, I made rapid progress and achieved the tenth level of refinement.]

[The first shackle in my bones has been broken; under the influence of Mysterious Factor, the marrow within my bones is as precious as jade.]

In the messy basement of the clinic, Zhang Fusheng suddenly burst into tears.

Three years.

"Only three years!"

"I'm finally, finally a genius!"

"My talent is unparalleled, my genius will last forever!"

The hardships and struggles I've endured to transform from a mediocre talent to a genius are known only to myself!

Well, it doesn't seem to be that difficult or that arduous.

[In the fourth year, my cultivation progress slowed down, but it was still unstoppable. Within a year, I had already Tenth Refinement Mastery.]

[Two years later, in my sixth year, I successfully entered the Eleventh Refinement.]

[Seven years later, in my thirteenth year of arduous training, I Twelfth Refinement Perfection, gaining strength of 108,000 jin!]

[In the fourteenth year, I launched an assault on the level of Martial Arts Master, attempting to uncover the great secrets within the five internal organs.]

I failed.

[In my fifteenth year, I devoted myself to rigorous training, attempting to become a master of Martial Arts Master, but I failed again.]

[Year Sixteen.]

The smile on Zhang Fusheng's face gradually disappeared, turning into a ferocious expression.

[In my thirty-seventh year, I still haven't become Martial Arts Master. I feel like I'm missing a crucial link—but what is it?!]

[In my thirty-eighth year, my ambition remains undiminished, my heroic spirit endures; if the five internal pathways are blocked, then I'll forge a new one!]

[In the forty-second year, I still hadn't been able to uncover the Great Secrets of the Five Viscera; something was always missing. But then I succeeded again.]

[Based on the Giant Contemplation, I have developed a brand new path, allowing me to grow my body to three meters tall.]

It's growth, not expansion.

[When I unleash my three-meter true form, my strength exceeds 150,000 jin.]

I've named it, The Thirteenth Refinement!

[Twenty years later, in the sixty-third year, having fully unleashed my true form, I was already over five meters tall, but I discovered that this had reached its limit.]

I can no longer grow.

Seventeen years have passed again.

[In my eightieth year, I still haven't been able to uncover the Great Secrets of the Five Viscera. The Thirteenth Refinement seem to be the true end. My height of over five meters is the limit, so I've given up completely.]

[I stand atop the high mountain, unleashing my six-meter-tall true form, pointing to the sky and cursing]

[Fuck you, God!]

Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes.

The body swells—no, it grows.

The compressed bones and internal organs expanded proportionally, unleashing the power buried for decades, and the basement was ripped apart.

He was over five meters tall, exactly sixteen feet tall.

It is exactly [Sixteen Foot Measure].

Legend has it that Buddha Ancestor had a golden body that was sixteen feet tall.

The muscles bulged and contracted; after consuming the flesh of the Brave Lion, the golden Buddha Light hidden beneath the skin manifested.

Zhang Fusheng looked like a giant golden statue, sixteen feet tall.

But this time, even Buddha Light could not suppress the violent rage within him.

Eighty years of memories surged through my mind, that initial ambition and unwavering determination...

Then came the anger of being unable to break through, followed by the hardship of paving the way, and the frustration of being unable to make any progress no matter how hard one tried.

"Fuck you, you damn heavens!" the sixteen-foot-tall golden man roared, amidst the basement, clinic, and earth and stone.

They all roared and tore through the air!

Smoke and dust billowed, obscuring an area of a hundred meters in radius and rising twenty or thirty meters into the sky.

There was a faint, almost imperceptible feeling of being watched from above.

It was the Sky Eye Satellite; the massive plume of smoke attracted it.

"You're spying on me again."

Zhang Fusheng's eyes were like copper bells, filled with scarlet rage. His lower body was submerged in the collapsed basement, while his upper body was pulled out of the ground.

He cleared away the rubble, tore off a section of the broken road surface more than three meters in size, and hugged this large piece of reinforced concrete.

Despite the smoke and dust obscuring the Sky Eye Satellite —in fact, even without the smoke and dust, it wouldn't be visible at that height anyway.

But Zhang Fusheng could sense it.

He roared and howled, his palms cracked, blood mingling with his Qi and Blood, soaking the reinforced concrete. He twisted his waist, spun around, and exerted his strength!

With a force exceeding 300,000 jin (approximately 150,000 kg), the Great Tide True Intent has begun to recede, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Just like a sudden, massive receding tide at the beach is often a precursor to a tsunami,

The Great Tide True Intent, retreating to its limit, erupted with a thunderous roar.

"Look, look, look at your mother's head!"

Toss.

No, it should be called 'shooting'.

He used his body as a bow and stones as arrows.

This cone-shaped fractured road surface, propelled by the counterforce of the Great Tide True Intent, shot out like an arrow from a bow. The moment it left the palms, it broke the sound barrier, bursting forth with a sharp whistling sound, tearing through the air and the dust!

Not just sound speed!!

True Thunder Intent adhered to it, causing a second burst and a second acceleration!

The broken road surface shot towards the sky; at extreme speed, the immense friction generated terrifying heat, turning the reinforced concrete a deep red!

The gravel scraped off by the high-speed friction turned a fiery red color, and after falling onto the broken road surface...

It resembled the long, trailing flame of a fiery meteor.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

The fireball shot upwards against the current.

Before even reaching the sky at a height of 100 kilometers,

The meteor's momentum had ceased; it began to disintegrate and fall, leaving only a small, invisible Qi and Blood remaining after the blood had dried.

It reached the edge of the atmosphere.

A small, invisible mass of Qi and Blood erupted with the remaining True Thunder Intent.

'Boom! Crack!'

A thunderclap boomed in the sky, and a bright white bolt of lightning flashed at the edge of the atmosphere.

Burning debris and satellite wreckage,

It fell towards the earth.

He launched the satellite.