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

Li Chenzhou walked barefoot on the road.

The traffic flowed like a dragon, roaring past. Pedestrians on both sides glanced sideways, and people in the vehicles cast surprised looks, but Li Chenzhou was completely unaware.

On the surface, his battle with Liu Yuanfei seemed effortless, with a few punches deciding the outcome. However, it was actually extremely dangerous. The force of Liu Yuanfei's final desperate counterattack was like a venomous dragon piercing his heart, crashing into his internal organs.

If he hadn't reached the Transformation Realm and possessed even deeper internal strength, this injury might have caused permanent internal damage to other Transformation Realm cultivators. Even for him, it took a full month to fully recover.

"Well done, Liu Yuanfei!"

Li Chenzhou's eyes were as cold and deep as a frozen pool. "This one person alone almost injured my internal organs... That God leader is probably even more terrifying than I imagined!"

The image of Wang Chao, the protagonist of this world, appeared in his mind. He was strong enough to throw an elephant, and his foundation was unparalleled throughout history.

Once awakened, it is like a divine dragon emerging from the sea, soaring straight into the azure sky. In a short time, it can roam the world freely. What a magnificent sight that is!

"But I, Li Chenzhou, will become even stronger!"

A surge of unstoppable heroism welled up in his chest. He walked barefoot across the world, tempering his body and mind. Even Wang Chao, who was known as the reincarnation of the "Primordial Heavenly King," could not leave the slightest fear in his heart.

He has to forge his own path, one punch and one kick at a time!

"The elixir is within reach!" A slight smile curved his lips, a smile that conveyed the joy of an impending leap in life level and the delight of having power in his grasp.

In the past six months, his path has been paved with blood and fire.

The Big Circle Gang's retaliation truly opened his eyes; they ambushed and killed him dozens of times, using every possible means.

In the bustling city, the red dots of several high-precision sniper rifles simultaneously locked onto his forehead and back. In the alleyway filled with poison gas, eight suicide soldiers strapped with explosives rushed at him.

On one occasion, the other side went so far as to use rocket artillery to bombard the abandoned factory.

Amidst billowing smoke and twisted steel bars, he fought his way out of the inferno.

The number of people who have died by his fists is countless.

For the past two weeks, there has been an eerie calm.

But Li Chenzhou was clear-headed; this was the calm before the storm.

The Big Circle Gang is gathering strength. The next attack will be a devastating, all-out, desperate strike. It will either kill him or terrify the Big Circle Gang!

Car horns blared and pierced the air, while pedestrians hurried along, busy making a living.

The hustle and bustle of this mundane world formed a strange contrast with the tranquility in his heart.

"Refining one's heart in the mortal world is also a way of seeking the natural way," Li Chenzhou murmured to himself.

He was not a detached bystander, but actively joined the crowd.

He sensed the anxiety, longing, weariness, and subtle joys permeating the air... these were the everyday desires of ordinary people, woven together into a web of worldly concerns centered around the necessities of life.

The struggles of daily necessities, the obsession with haggling in the marketplace... all aspects of life are manifestations of the "Tao".

He stopped beside a small stall, watching the thick smoke billow and the spatula fly around.

The proprietress's face bore the weariness of years of exposure to smoke and fire, but her eyes held a strange focus. With one hand, she tossed the wok, the spatula flying, while with the other hand she steadily protected a toddler who had just learned to walk and was trying to grab the scalding hot edge of the wok.

The proprietress's movements carried an almost instinctive protectiveness; sweat dripped down, glistening faintly in the cooking fumes.

In that very instant!

Li Chenzhou stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't looking at the fried rice, nor at the woman or the child.

His "spirit" pierced through the layers of fumes, sweat, fatigue, and mundane things, and suddenly "collided" with something.

A kind of resilience and compassion rooted in the soil, blossoming amidst smoke and oil stains.

The woman's actions in protecting her child, her focused and protective demeanor despite the immense pressure of making a living, shone with an almost sacred light in his eyes for a fleeting moment.

"The Bodhisattva lowers her brows!"

A thought exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

Where are there any high and mighty gods or Buddhas?

In this bustling world, every person who struggles in suffering, perseveres in ordinariness, and protects the lives they love in humility—is their heart and actions not the very deeds of a bodhisattva who saves people from suffering?

This bustling marketplace, this tapestry of human life, is the grandest and most authentic arena.

This woman is not just guarding a stove, but also the most fundamental way for all living beings to "eat and be fed"!

"Seeing the proprietress is like seeing a Bodhisattva!"

In the past, Donghai Wuquan only knew the vastness of heaven and earth, but now he understands: the highest realm of boxing should be like simmering an old soup - all the flavors blend together, returning to simplicity and authenticity.

The essence of boxing originates from chaos, is rooted in the human heart, is felt in response to circumstances, and manifests in form and spirit!

This "Tao" is the power of the mind, which is inherently hidden deep within life.

External turmoil, like waves crashing on a lake, stirs up ripples of emotion within. These ripples spread, permeate, and ultimately awaken dormant potential, transforming into a powerful force that controls oneself and even influences the outside world.

This is the true meaning of what the ancients called "sudden enlightenment and attainment of the Tao." In the midst of intense emotion and a collision of inspiration, the mind instantly breaks through its shackles, glimpses an unprecedented world, and the power of the spirit is manifested outward!

In later generations, this was called fetal breathing, the Holy Spirit, the Nascent Soul... the highest realm of life transformation.

Li Chenzhou battled the raging waves on the shores of the East China Sea, combining the essence of several martial arts styles to create the "Havoc in the Dragon Palace" move, which was extremely domineering.

But he always felt that the punch was not quite finished, lacking a true sense of completeness that connects heaven and earth.

At that moment, he understood where the deficiency lay.

His philosophy and his boxing style cannot merely stem from imitation of nature, nor can they be entirely based on the spiritual imprint of others.

What he wants is:

Adhere to the vastness of heaven and earth, and elucidate the unique supremacy of your own path!

He is determined to forge a path to the heavens that is unprecedented and unparalleled.

His boxing intent must be pure and unique, bearing the imprint of Li Chenzhou's one and only life.

This requires him to travel across mountains and rivers, comprehend the profound principles governing the operation of heaven and earth and all things, and ultimately forge them into himself.

But before embarking on his journey, he still needs to resolve a grudge, otherwise his thoughts will not be clear.

In his heart, the realization of "Bodhisattva lowering his brows" surged like a tide, carrying weight and compassion, but Li Chenzhou's eyes narrowed, and the realization was suppressed and sank into the depths of his heart.

What needs to be resolved must eventually be resolved.

He strode towards the brightly lit "Pearl of Victoria Harbour" Hotel.

Barefoot on the marble floor, at the entrance, students dressed in uniforms resembling those of the British Royal Navy stood ramrod straight, their faces bearing well-trained, polite smiles.

Seeing Li Chenzhou approach in this attire, a flash of surprise and disdain crossed his eyes, but his professionalism compelled him to speak immediately, his voice carrying a formulaic respect:

"Hello sir, do you have an invitation?"

Li Chenzhou glanced over indifferently.

That gaze was unremarkable, without any sharpness or pressure, like something passing through thin air.

But the moment they made contact, the student's heart clenched, and a chill, originating from his very life force, shot up to the top of his head.

The smile on his face was almost frozen.

"What happened?"

The person in front of me was clearly an ordinary-looking, even somewhat strange, young man with long hair casually draped over his shoulders, like a down-on-his-luck artist.

Why... why am I so afraid just from a glance?