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Chapter 298 Ancestors, please bear witness
The night sky was pitch black and boundless. Looking up, the entire sky was covered with gray haze. Not to mention a single star, the moon was nowhere to be seen.

Boom!

The night sky, which had been obscured by dark clouds, suddenly lit up, becoming brighter than daytime. Thousands of thunderbolts, like raging floods and divine spears, danced wildly in fury.

Thunder, storm, and heavy rain all arrived at the same time.

In this extreme weather, the face of a handsome man tinged with sorrow was illuminated by the dazzling light carried by the lightning falling from the sky, and... the nameless tombstone in front of him.

"To-Tochi!"

A young man who looked somewhat similar to him, but with a somewhat eccentric demeanor, called out to him from behind in a panic, "This weather... seems pretty bad!"

The man called Toki by the person behind him had no murderous intent in his eyes; instead, his eyes held a sorrow that seemed to have seen through the world's struggles and transcended life and death.

Since he began traveling across this land, over the past three years he has seen many famous places—Mount Tai, Mount Hua, Mount Chong… He has met many, many people, experienced many, many things, and witnessed many, many different styles of martial arts…

There are inheritors of the Huashan Four-Bundle Fist technique, a kind man who uses the Hengshan Tongbei Fist, a fierce giant who practices Huashan wrestling, a beautiful woman who inherits the Lanshan Red Fist, brothers of the Two Gods Wind and Thunder Fist, a ghost who uses the Emei Fist, and the Black Mountain Yin Form Fist, which belongs to the assassination style...

Some became his allies, while others fought him to the death. He killed hundreds and bore ten times more sorrow. In the process, he gradually came to understand one thing—

One's own fist,

The fist of the Big Dipper,

It shouldn't just be a fist that kills, it shouldn't just be used to take other people's lives.

Hokuto Kenpo is an assassination style that uses meridians and acupoints to kill, but when used properly, it can also be a life-saving technique. Therefore, even the power of Hokuto can be used to "create life"...

However, this fist technique still only exists in his mind and has not yet been perfected. So Toki still wanders the earth, using the acupoint technique of the Big Dipper to save the weak while searching for that sliver of opportunity.

He took a deep breath, letting the cold rain patter down on his body, soaking him completely. His white martial arts uniform clung tightly to his body, drawing away his body heat.

But he simply stared silently at the desolate grave in front of him, which pointed towards the barren sky.

He didn't know where he was, because he had only arrived here by following the guidance of the "Luo Long Pan".

Luo Longpan
Those were someone's belongings.
Relics left behind by a powerful figure
His boxing skills have reached a state of perfection.

Far away in the ancient land of the East, beyond the sea,

On this unknown and mysterious land,

There was once a being who challenged the gods with only his fists.

His relics and legacy have been passed down to this day.

In its corner, a stone tablet stands quietly.
Bearing the covenant of being part of the same celestial body,
And the world's boxing techniques

— "Fist of the North Star" and "Fist of the West Star".

Indeed, the tombstone before us, its contents erased by the passage of time, holds the remains of a husband and wife buried together.

The first ancestor of the Big Dipper, Xiu Xuan.

Yema, daughter of the Yuezhi.

Dreamlike light, like fragments of starlight, slowly rose from the nameless grave before him, hovering around Toki like conscious fireflies, gathering in his hands.

Bathed in this gentle light, his jet-black hair shimmered, and his face, gazing up at the sky, resembled that of a saint descended to earth from the Bible, exceptionally holy and peaceful. Suddenly, he sat down cross-legged, his back ramrod straight.

Hands clasped together at the chest.

"Buzz—!"

After he struck this pose before this nameless, desolate grave, a change occurred.

Accompanied by the vibrations emanating from the surrounding air, fragments of memory rising from the earth, from the corpses of the strong, and from the buried past, vibrated and rejoiced, finally eagerly merging into Toki's fists.

During this process, a sound like the howling of wolves seemed to be heard, but when the figures of a phantom couple appeared in front of their offspring, the fierce howling of wolves ceased.

The next second, the dark clouds dispersed.

The clear night sky seemed to have been washed clean, and the stars reappeared, each vying to shine its own light. But only the Big Dipper, as if burning, radiated a substantial light across the entire firmament.

"That is…"

The young man behind Tochi looked up at the sky in surprise. His attention had been captured for a moment, his eyes filled with the scattered stars under the dark sky and the Big Dipper high above...

"Strange, how come there's a small star emitting a scarlet light next to the Big Dipper? And that light is even brighter than the moon, how is that possible?!"

He asked with some surprise, this seemed quite different from the Big Dipper he remembered, cold and terrifying.

"That's a death omen..."

Toki looked at the brightest star next to the Big Dipper. Not only his companions, but this star also appeared in his eyes. A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "In the legend of the Big Dipper... those who see the Death Star will die soon."

This is a revelation from Heaven regarding this person's fate.

The weak, no matter how much they struggle, cannot escape the fate of death under the melody of destiny... but at the same time, it is also an invitation from heaven to the strong.

"Even you saw the Death Star? It seems... the final moments are approaching."

Toki stood in the night wind, silent for a long time.

His sleeping eyes gazed upon the roaring sky filled with countless stars, and at the star that represented death, its color like blood, pure and condensed…

Finally, Toki said softly without turning around.

"Then... Amoeba, let's go."

Moisture rose from his body, and the white martial arts uniform on his well-proportioned body gradually dried. With each step he took, the damp ground beneath him became dry and hard. With each step, his aura grew stronger. His black hair was neither too long nor too short, and powerful strength filled his perfect body.

"oh oh…"

The young man named Amoeba quickly caught up with his "teacher," ignoring any omen of death or any "legend of death" that could defeat the man in front of him.

But wherever Toki decides to go, Amoeba is determined to follow him.

It's almost here, almost here.

The world is emitting its dying cries.

That will be a battle of fate between Heaven's will and the final apocalypse.

(End of this chapter)