From Zhao Cheng's perspective, he clearly saw the surging martial fortune of ages upon Gu Daotian. This fortune was born from the earth, rooted deep within it, and reached up to Heaven, running between sky and land like a pillar holding up the world.
Yet upon closer inspection, it seemed more like a mighty torrent spanning countless ages. Countless faces, countless martial artists, countless masters bearing devout hearts in pursuit of martial arts—all were within it, practicing every kind of martial discipline.
The martial fortune of ages had gathered into one body, and through the convergence of fate and chance descended into the world as a man. That was the truth of Gu Daotian's extraordinariness!
There truly were people in this world who were born for martial arts.
Throughout history, there had been many who practiced martial arts. Over the long river of time, quite a few had cultivated True Gang. But if one possessed only martial skill, then one was merely a fighter, for one lacked a pure heart that sought martial arts.
Such people practiced martial arts for countless reasons. Some sought success and fame; some sought great power; some wished to protect something. Such intentions were naturally not bad, but when it came to martial arts, they were not pure enough.
Others, in middle age or their twilight years, washed away all worldly glitter and gained a pure heart in pursuit of martial arts. But in the end, they were still a little too late.
Only Gu Daotian possessed a martial heart granted by Heaven. From the instant he was born, the pure martial-seeking hearts scattered throughout history had resonated with his own.
That was why he had cultivated True Gang in his twenties. As for now, on the path of martial arts, he could be called