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

She abruptly changed the subject, her tone becoming serious and expectant: "The path of martial arts is long and arduous. Talent is merely a stepping stone; character, perseverance, opportunities, and even the trials of life and death are the final ladder to the summit. I'm telling you this today not to discourage you, but to let you know that there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. You have this talent, so you should strive even harder. I have faith in you; one day you will soar to the heavens."

"Sister Chen...you, you are so kind to me..." The boy was shocked. A surge of excitement and a sense of mission welled up in his heart. He was just an ordinary high school student, yet Sister Chen valued him so much and placed such high hopes on him.

Tang Zichen continued, with a calm and insightful air: "You just asked when you could see me again? When your kung fu has reached its peak, like that young man from Hong Kong who can fight against hidden forces, then we will surely meet again."

"Normal ability to fight against internal force is equivalent to the realm of a master of internal force transformation."

Thinking of this, the young man's heart tightened, and he blurted out, "What if... what if I'm destined never to reach the Grandmaster level in this lifetime?"

Tang Zichen remained calm, her gaze fixed on the distance: "The beginning and end of fate are all predetermined. My passing on my skills to you was a chance encounter, a chance meeting. If you can use this to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, then our fate is not yet over; if not, then today's connection will be like snowflakes in the wind, drifting away without a trace."

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly sobering the boy up.

Looking at the ethereal and enigmatic Sister Chen before him, and then surveying the extraordinary villa that exuded so much, he understood immediately:

There was an insurmountable chasm between his world and Sister Chen's.

Without extraordinary abilities, he wouldn't even have the right to stand before her again!

Because of Li Chenzhou's name, the boy's heart is slowly transforming.

Knowing in advance of Tang Zichen's departure through Li Chenzhou's name, an unprecedented and unwavering belief took root in Wang Chao's heart.

In order to see Sister Chen again, he is determined to embark on the path of martial arts.

In the original trajectory, the boy was still ignorant at this moment. He truly made up his mind to devote himself to martial arts after experiencing the harsh realities of society. He was awakened by a police officer and realized that martial arts could provide a livelihood and even help him stand out from the crowd.

He abandoned his studies to pursue martial arts, enduring countless battles and being tempered by blood and fire, until he finally became a martial arts emperor, as powerful as a god, fifteen years later.

However, at this moment, the sudden emergence of Li Chenzhou's name was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a tidal wave in the young Wang Chao's heart.

Sister Chen's expectations, along with the dazzling brilliance of that mysterious genius of the same age, intertwined to form a tremendous driving force.

Tang Zichen's original intention was simply to use Li Chenzhou as a mirror to reflect the vastness of martial arts and inspire the young man.

The young man had already subconsciously regarded Li Chenzhou, the "Young Master of Hong Kong," as the first peak he had to catch up with on his martial arts journey.

The boy clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

With Sister Chen about to leave, he must make the most of his limited time and squeeze out every last drop of his potential.

From that moment on, the boy became more focused and worked even harder.

Every time I practice standing meditation, every time I throw a punch, every time I regulate my breathing, I pour out a will that is almost burning with the power of life.

He transformed all his shock, longing, reluctance, and intense desire to catch up into the driving force that propelled him forward.

The name Li Chenzhou ignited the ambition in the heart of this future martial arts emperor.

"Sister Chen" is Wang Chao's deepest secret.

The parents were unaware, and outsiders had no way of knowing.

Some people have tried to subtly inquire about the origin of his martial arts skills, but he has always kept it a secret.

These three words, however, came out of Li Chenzhou's mouth at this moment.

Wang Chao's heart sank, his blood rushing to his head, but he forcefully suppressed it. His face remained calm, with only a hint of doubt, perfectly timed: "My friend is joking. I don't have a sister."

Li Chenzhou glanced at him, his gaze calm. His lips twitched slightly, not in a smile, but in a knowing look.

"It's alright if you don't want to talk about it." He paused, "But you've been separated for a long time. With your current skills, she... will definitely come to see you."

He took two steps forward, stood on the edge of the cliff, with his back to the vast sea.

"Please pass on a message to her."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear:

"Li Chenzhou, let's wait for her to fight."

"Not for winning or losing, but for proof."

"It would be of great benefit to both her and me; it might even illuminate the path ahead."

Wang Chao remained silent.

Li Chenzhou's gaze fell upon the faint line where the sea met the sky, his voice calm:

"It's not just her, it's not just you, everyone who reaches the end of the martial arts path will hit a wall."

"The end of traditional Chinese martial arts has come."

"There's no road ahead..."

"The end?"

"Is it over?"

"No road?"

Li Chenzhou slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Wang Chao, his expression calm:

"I'll convey the message; she'll understand."

He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to find Tang Zichen. Even someone as powerful as God couldn't find her no matter how hard he tried. He approached Wang Chao because he was the only one who could touch that woman's heart.

This extraordinary woman possessed a mind as clear as ice and talent unparalleled in her time. However, it was precisely because of this talent that her unwillingness to accept the end of her martial arts journey was all the more profound.

The physical body has its limits. No matter how strong you are, how powerful your fists are, or how bright your spirit can pierce through the gods and spirits, you cannot escape the passage of time.

This is the helplessness of all climbers.

What Li Chenzhou sought was to have a pure collision with this person who had honed his soul to the extreme.

He wanted to find a crack in the mental battle, a glimmer of light to shine in.

Wang Chao remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he nodded.

The words "end," "end," and "no way out" used by Li Chenzhou once again made him clearly measure the chasm between the two of them.

He could now see that Li Chenzhou had not mastered the art of cultivating the elixir, yet his understanding of martial arts far surpassed his own.

However, soon, a purer and more resolute flame ignited in his heart.

The sea breeze howled, whipping up pebbles.

At the edge of the cliff, the two remained silent.

Li Chenzhou stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea. His figure was as imposing as a mountain, merging into the vastness, as he embarked on his journey once more.

Li Chenzhou did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts, and the powerful organization could easily track his movements.

The sky was gradually darkening by the roadside.

A middle-aged man stood there, his figure sturdy and his aura deep and profound like an ancient pool.

Master of the Elixir-Bearing Sect!

"Nanyang, Zhao Guangrong." The man's voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the twilight. "I'd like to have a few words with Brother Li."

Nanyang, a term used by older generations, refers to the numerous islands and peninsulas scattered throughout Southeast Asia, a place where overseas Chinese congregate.

Zhao Guangrong held the top position in the Nanyang Martial Arts Association across this vast region. The significance of this position far surpassed that of Xu Wenhai in Hong Kong.

Li Chenzhou didn't stop walking, his gaze calm: "What is it?"

Upon hearing the name "Zhao Guangrong," Li Chenzhou immediately understood the situation.

This person is not only the president of the Nanyang Association, but also one of the founding elders of the Tang Clan.

The Tang Clan, the work of Tang Zichen.