Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

In the suburbs, an unfinished building stands in a standoff between three people.

The night sky was completely dark, with no bright moon hanging high in the sky.

"Shenzhou, you've been in seclusion for months, you must be even more terrifying now!" Ye Fan laughed.

He appeared to be standing still, but his body trembled slightly in a unique rhythm, like a hidden ancient beast ready to unleash its most deadly attack at any moment.

Its spine resembles a nimble serpent, twisting and swaying gently, like a dormant dragon about to break through the clouds and soar to the heavens.

"The ultimate mastery of martial arts lies within the heart," Li Chenzhou said.

He looked up at the night sky: "You two have special physiques, and your physical talents far surpass mine, yet your cultivation levels are vastly different. The reason lies in your hearts."

"The heart?" Pang Bo scratched his head. Martial arts training is related to the heart?

Ye Fan seemed to be deep in thought.

In the Diamond Sutra, Subhuti asked Shakyamuni, "To become a Buddha, how does one subdue one's mind?" This single sentence encapsulates the essence of spiritual practice: subdue the mind. The mind possesses vast and powerful abilities, hence Sun Wukong is also known as the Mind Monkey. Each person's mind is like Sun Wukong; by subduing the Mind Monkey, one can become the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

"Cultivation is about becoming your own fighting Buddha."

"Come on, let me see if you've neglected your cultivation!"

"Take this!"

Suddenly, a sharp glint appeared in Ye Fan's eyes, like a cold star in the dark night, bursting out with dazzling light.

"Not bad!" Li Chenzhou praised, and then suddenly sprang up.

Just as Ye Fan was falling, Li Chenzhou, like an extremely perceptive cheetah, caught a weakness in his prey. He lightly touched the ground with his feet and, as if gliding on ice, unleashed the exquisite "Dragon Swings its Tail" movement technique.

Li Chenzhou strode forward, his figure as swift as lightning, covering a distance of several meters in an instant.

The fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, was like a cannonball, reaching his chest in the blink of an eye. The wind from the punch seemed to shatter everything in its path.

Ye Fan's breath hitched suddenly, as if a chilling current had instantly frozen his respiratory tract.

In the blink of an eye, the fist imprint rushed towards him like a surging wave of ink, carrying the power of a thousand pounds of thunder, and in an instant it had completely enveloped his body, leaving no room for escape.

He was filled with anxiety and struggled desperately, trying to move even half a finger, but he was shocked to find that his body was as if it were being crushed by a huge boulder, or as if it were being wrapped in countless tough spider silks, and he could not move even an inch.

Li Chenzhou's punch, with its howling wind, not only tightly bound his body from all four limbs, but also brought fear and despair to his mind.

You can't stop it, you can't escape it!

If you fall into an endless abyss, you will be pale and powerless.

Faced with this overwhelming power, Ye Fan felt like an insignificant speck of dust, helplessly watching the crisis descend, utterly powerless to defend himself or resist, with only fear surging wildly within his chest.

The fist imprint stopped an inch between Ye Fan's eyebrows. If it went any further, Ye Fan's brains would splatter.

call!call!

Although he already knew that the two were just exchanging sparring tips or giving pointers on martial arts, Ye Fan still had a terrifying feeling of being on the verge of life and death.

He was panting heavily, feeling a sense of relief that he had survived a disaster.

"Shen Zhou, what kind of punch is that? I know you won't hurt me, so why do I feel like I almost died?"

"I call it 'the intent to sever the soul'—the intent arrives before the fist!"

Before the fist arrives, the intention arrives first; before the fist arrives, the soul is severed!

Before the fist is even thrown, its power has already arrived.

Under such invincible pressure, before even engaging in battle, their life force was extinguished and their souls scattered.

Just like an ordinary person falling from a great height, while the body is still floating in the air, the fear in the heart has already run wild like a runaway horse.

During the fall, the extreme fear of death completely shattered his will, and before he even touched the ground, the flame of life was extinguished.

This kind of thing sounds like a fantasy at first glance, and it makes people laugh.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo used to regard such things as mere storybooks, but now they had no choice but to believe them.

In this world, there truly exists such an extraordinary martial arts legend, whose every move can control life and death and turn the tide of fate.

The student in front of me is a half-master, a vampire, and a martial arts legend.

When Ye Fan threw a punch, the path was straight, and every muscle exertion and every joint twist was precise.

The shoulders shrug slightly, like the gentle trembling of a scale, just right.

His legs were as steady as a rock, and his stride was even and uniform, as if measured with precision.

The moment the sole of the foot touches the ground, ripples of power spread out, even and steady, with the knee bending and straightening precisely and without the slightest deviation.

His figure flashed, his back straight as a sword, his movements with minimal error, like a moving steel fortress.

Indestructible and impenetrable.

When Li Chenzhou threw a punch, he was agile and unrestrained, his body both supple and incredibly strong.

Faced with Ye Fan's relentless attacks, he swayed like a willow branch in the wind, skillfully dodging the fierce punches by the narrowest point of his hair. His back arched like a snake winding its way through the air, his entire body almost touching the ground, allowing the attacks whistling overhead to miss him by mere millimeters.

The limbs are like silk and satin, able to twist and entwine in an instant.

Ye Fan delivered a side kick, and Li Chenzhou's arm naturally climbed up, using the momentum to rotate his body, using softness to overcome hardness and neutralize the immense force.

At the same time, his other hand shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Ye Fan's throat. The movement was fluid and seamless.

In his martial arts, there are no blind spots in the body, and he can change at will.

"The intent of the fist severs the soul..." Li Chenzhou sighed slowly, his voice booming, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

"This is not what my heart desires. If the pursuit of martial arts is limited to this, how can it be worthy of the word 'miracle'? The desire of the heart is vast and boundless, and only then can the power of the fist break through boundaries and open up the heavens. This is the martial arts in my heart."

As he spoke, Li Chenzhou looked at Pang Bo.

"No, no, I thought that with my greatly improved skills over the past few months, I could fight you, Chen Zhou, for hundreds of rounds. Forget it!"

Pang Bo hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head.

"Blood."

Li Chenzhou spoke succinctly, and smiled.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo looked embarrassed and handed over the blood bags they had prepared beforehand.

The reason why Li Chenzhou's martial arts cultivation was so rapid, and how he mastered such inhuman martial arts in the Dharma-ending Age, was largely due to the blood of the two of them.

Ancient sacred body, bloodline of demon god.

By chance, Li Chenzhou discovered that adding the blood of the two men to the medicinal bath could promote cultivation. From then on, Ye Fan and Pang Bo became his human "blood packs," and in return, he taught them martial arts cultivation.

Having witnessed Li Chenzhou's tank-like combat prowess, the two unanimously concluded that he had a remarkable background, perhaps a reclusive master of ancient martial arts from a novel. Compared to regenerable blood, cultivation was clearly an immense opportunity.

"Chenzhou, what's so special about Pang Bo and me?" Ye Fan asked. He had heard Li Chenzhou say that the two of them had unparalleled physiques, and Ye Fan was curious.

"Could it be the legendary bloodline of the Witch Clan?" Pang Bo was somewhat excited. He and Ye Fan were both born with great strength. This kind of physique often appeared in the Witch Clan in prehistoric novels. Perhaps they were the chosen ones, the descendants of the Witch Clan.