Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"A few children can create martial arts? How is that possible?" Zhou Yi gently shook his head and calmly corrected, "This belongs to the category of martial arts, not Taoist arts."

"It doesn't rely on talent, but on the comprehension of our people, so we should be able to master it quickly. It's very suitable for training the body."

"However, bring some more children over."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Sui turned and rushed to the desolate country without hesitation, for such a golden opportunity could not be missed.

Zhou Yi gazed at the halo of divine rebellion in the sky, carefully estimated, and muttered to himself, "This should be enough to support at least a thousand people cultivating at the same time."

Although the treasures left behind by Shenni can greatly enhance a person's comprehension in a short period of time, they have a significant limitation: the user must have a pure heart, making them most suitable for children. For adults with complex minds, they may not be able to exert their magical effects.

Zhou Yi watched the children's movements intently, seemingly lost in thought, and then began to imitate them as well.

He meticulously linked each movement together, and a set of boxing techniques gradually took shape in his mind.

Unlike the lively and agile nature of children, his boxing style is less agile and more rigorous, but it is more suitable for ordinary people to practice.

Although this set of boxing techniques seemed unable to make any breakthroughs, Zhou Yi was not discouraged and continued to study it in depth.

He tried to circulate his spiritual energy through his body along a specific path, guiding it through his fist when he threw a punch and then letting it flow through the soles of his feet when he finished, in order to achieve a delicate balance.

Just as Zhou Yi was being tested, Suihuangshi arrived in haste with a group of children.

Upon arrival, Lin Dong quickly directed the children to stand in their designated positions and quietly observe the white tiger's movements.

At this moment, the light emanating from Shenni gradually thinned, transforming into golden specks that evenly merged into each child's body.

However, not all children strictly imitate the white tiger; some children use their imagination and incorporate the movements of other animals from their minds.

The scene was filled with all sorts of strange poses: some people galloped like horses, some spread their wings and flew like eagles, and others imitated kangaroo leaps or cheetahs pouncing on their prey.

Although they come in different poses, they are all associated with some kind of animal, showcasing a unique style.

Zhou Yi followed behind them, practicing each movement one by one and cleverly linking them together.

What sets Zhou Yi apart is that whenever he completes a set of boxing techniques, a blurry shadow is left behind him, as if his image is engraved between heaven and earth.

This process was repeated until a thousand figures filled the entire space.

Immediately afterwards, in the area inhabited by humans, a drumbeat that seemed to come from ancient times resounded, deeply shaking the hearts of everyone present.

Zhou Yi's face was serious. Suddenly, he pushed out a palm. This palm strike did not use any spiritual power, but only physical strength and another kind of aura generated during cultivation.

In an instant, everything around him collapsed like fragile paper in the face of this powerful force. He forcefully carved out a clearing, and the thousand phantoms were preserved intact.

"Fellow countrymen, this is the martial arts arena I created," Zhou Yi's voice echoed throughout the desolate kingdom. "If any of you are unable to cultivate immortality, you can come here to learn martial arts and enhance your strength."

The news caused an uproar throughout the human race. The human population numbered in the hundreds of millions, but less than half were capable of cultivating immortality.

Upon hearing this news, those who were unable to cultivate immortality flocked to the area from all over, hoping to give it a try. The crowd surged towards the site like a tidal wave, creating a truly spectacular sight.

Zhou Yi sensed something was wrong and felt a surge of tension.

He swiftly cast a spell, instantly taking the children away from their original spot.

Since then, anyone who gets close to the phantom has witnessed it recreating the movements of the I Ching, meticulously displaying its boxing techniques.

This unique teaching method allows the essence of martial arts to be deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

Most of the children gradually recovered from that strange state, and Zhou Yi methodically arranged for them to go home one by one.

Just as he was about to leave, he discovered that a child was still immersed in that state.

"What's going on?" Emperor Sui asked, his face full of confusion and worry.

Lin Dong's eyes lit up as he stared intently at the child, exclaiming excitedly, "Ancestor of Humanity, he's enlightened! He's truly enlightened!"

As the phantom became clearer on the child, even giving the impression that a real tiger was about to burst forth, a chill ran through one's body.

Even more surprisingly, his movements became increasingly fluid and natural, as if he could mobilize the power of heaven and earth, producing bursts of booming sounds.

Everyone felt that the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be constantly converging towards him, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy.

"This is truly a path to enlightenment through martial arts!" Zhou Yi exclaimed in a low voice.

Although this child's talent may not be suited to the traditional path of cultivation, he broke through this limitation through martial arts and reached a new realm of cultivation.

Zhou Yi quickly had the people around him move closer and quietly observe the child until he slowly retracted his fist and the phantom behind him disappeared. Only then did he slowly wake up from that strange state, his face full of surprise.

He whirled around, leaped twice in the air, fully experiencing the lightness and power, then hurriedly knelt before Zhou Yi and respectfully said, "Greetings, Ancestor of Humanity!"

"Good child, what's your name?" "Ancestor of Humanity, my name is Beast."

Two years passed quickly, and the child named Shou was arranged by Zhou Yi to join the hunting team, where he was carefully taught by Xiao Ling'er and Shan.

In the past two years, martial arts have flourished in human society, and more and more people have mastered martial arts skills.

By simply understanding the basic principles of boxing, people can easily learn martial arts without worrying about any potential health risks.

Martial arts practitioners are becoming increasingly physically stronger, and in a short period of time, tens of millions of people have started practicing martial arts.

The fate of humanity was thus greatly improved. Zhou Yi, who witnessed all of this, was filled with joy.

"Haha, I never imagined that in the past few hundred years, the human race would be able to seize such a great opportunity for development!"

"Those saints probably hate me to the core."

"They can't wait for the Lich War to end so they can turn their attention to us humans."

"However, this situation can be considered a stumbling block that the Dao Ancestor himself set for himself."

"This situation is not one that can be easily resolved!"

Zhou Yi stood on a high place and laughed loudly. Suddenly, the surrounding scenery seemed to be dragged into endless darkness by an invisible force.

The sky and earth instantly turned gray and silent.

Right before his eyes, a huge disc slowly emerged, hovering quietly in the darkness, waiting for Zhou Yi to touch it.

The disc is covered with a dense array of symbols, making it dazzling to the eye.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his state.