This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

The only human city that Shenhuang had built over three hundred years that could resist the dark tide without sacrificing gods was instantly destroyed.

A city, more than 100,000 people, vanished into thin air, and the martial arts civilization passed down by the Divine Phoenix was also directly erased. The world returned to its former state.

Only one baby boy survived in the entire city.

As a descendant of the Divine Phoenix, this naturally holds extraordinary significance for Li Daoxuan.

From that day on, Li Daoxuan stopped walking and instead created a small plot of land on the ruins to raise the baby boy.

He did not go on to teach the baby boy any specific martial arts training.

Instead, we instill in him the ideas and concepts of human self-reliance in his daily life.

Teach him how to observe the changes in heaven and earth, and how to observe the existence and evolution of all things in heaven and earth.

The baby boy quickly grew into a boy, and the boy gradually grew into a teenager.

Although Li Daoxuan never taught him martial arts, he was no ordinary person after all. Through daily observation and learning, the boy gradually comprehended the mysteries of the human body.

He would often ask Li Daoxuan, "What's inside the human body?"

Why do we bleed when we are injured?

Why do I get hungry if I don't eat?

Why do we need to sleep when we're tired?

Why does his strength increase as he gets older?

......

He always had many questions.

Li Daoxuan never answered him directly, but instead guided him to discover and experience.

Finally, on the day the boy fully matured, he realized a way to make himself stronger.

He discovered the power of qi and blood that flowed continuously within his body.

They discovered that by constantly refining his Qi and blood, his body became stronger and more indestructible.

Li Daoxuan observed him closely, as if he were witnessing the origin of martial arts civilization and the beginning of a new era.

Sunrise and sunset, spring comes and autumn goes.

Decades have passed, and the youth have grown stronger.

But he never took that step, that step of completely transcending the mundane and becoming a true martial arts practitioner.

The key to this step lies in how to refine blood and qi to cultivate true qi.

So Li Daoxuan gave him his last lesson.

Take him on a journey through the world, observe the changing seasons, and witness the ever-changing flow and dispersal of the energy between heaven and earth.

When Qingnan saw the water vapor rise and gather into clouds; the clouds rise and bring rain, and the dew condenses into frost, his mind seemed to instantly transcend his physical body and merge with heaven and earth.

The youth fell silent, slumbering into the most primal and greatest slumber.

When he woke up, sixty years had quietly passed.

He finally took that step.

But when he opened his eyes, he could no longer see the close relative who had never revealed his name to him.

All he could see on the ground in front of him was a single character—武 (Wu).

The young man could not hide his heartbreak and searched frantically.

He traveled all over the world, but never saw the man he considered his closest relative again.

The young man was not discouraged for long; he resumed his spiritual practice.

Their strength is growing stronger every day.

Even the Dark Tide dared not approach his body.

But the young man did not build human civilization like his mother.

He knew all too well that without sufficient power, hastily establishing a civilization would inevitably end in the same fate as his mother, being directly destroyed by those so-called gods.

Therefore, young people learn to restrain themselves and to hide their true selves.

He traveled among the mountains and rivers, wandering through towns where people still lived, striving to awaken those humans who had not been too deeply corrupted by divine ideas.

He also passed on the powerful techniques he had come to understand.

The young man called this method "martial arts".

When asked his name, the young man called himself Huang.

His name is becoming known to more and more people.

But all of this happened quietly in the shadows.

Thirty years later, the existence of Huang finally attracted the attention of the gods.

That day, Huang was meditating in a valley.

Suddenly, darkness fell, and three deities descended from the sky, engaging in an unprecedented battle with Huang.

Just when everyone thought Huang would perish, the ending took a dramatic turn.

Huang fought against three gods alone and won.

Three deities fell at the hands of Huang.

The wilderness vanished from that moment on.

Ten years later, the wilderness reappeared, this time with an even more powerful god descending.

Huang also fought and won, retreating unscathed.

For hundreds of years afterward, Huang fought continuously, slaying gods time and time again.

In this process, he gradually went from fighting alone to having partners who were also fighting gods.

More and more people followed Huang.

The number of powerful human warriors is also increasing.

Gradually, the gods discovered that humanity had begun to slip out of their control.

Then another hundred years passed, and the gods finally launched an extremely bloody purge and massacre.

Huang led his companions and followers through bloody battles.

People around me kept falling down.

Huang was alone again.

But now he has grown to a level that even the gods fear.

Huang fought his way through heaven and earth alone, reaching the lair of the gods—the outer world of the heavens that should have been completely destroyed in the ancient battlefield of immortals.

The desolate barrier blocked the entrance to the outer heavens and the Nine Provinces, preventing the gods from descending to the mortal realm.

This prevented the undercurrents from wreaking havoc across the land.

This blockage has lasted for a thousand years.

Over the course of a thousand years, humanity has gradually recovered.

Besides humans, the beasts of the Nine Provinces are also beginning to undergo a transformation.

Those beasts with extraordinary bloodlines gradually reverted to their ancestral forms, becoming extremely special exotic beasts.

Relying on the resources accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years across the land of Kyushu, powerful individuals among humans and mythical beasts have emerged continuously.

Finally, a thousand years later, Huang reached a state of sublimation during a life-or-death crisis, breaking through to a completely new realm.

Subsequently, Huang led countless human and beast warriors in a counterattack against Tianwaitian.

Countless gods and spirits were annihilated.

It even completely shattered the entire Outer Heaven.

Those fragments of the outer heavens did not disappear; instead, they were drawn by the laws of the universe of the Xuanhuang Great World and became numerous grotto-heavens attached to the Great World.

The Dark Ages are finally over.

Huang became a hero of the entire Xuanhuang Great World, and everyone elected him as the leader of the human race, honoring him as the Great Emperor.

After pacifying the Dark Ages, Huang began to systematically summarize the cultivation methods he had created, establishing three major martial arts realms: Body Refinement, Qi Refining, and Spirit Refining.

Later, some people further subdivided the martial arts cultivation into different levels, establishing the three levels of body refinement, qi refinement, and spirit refinement.

After thousands of years of evolution, the three realms of Martial Embryo, Martial God, and Great Emperor emerged after the three levels of Refining Spirit.

But Huang did not remain idle after the Dark Ages were quelled.

His strength was already beyond comprehension, but he always had a deep-seated obsession: to find the person who had taught and raised him.

There is a person who creates wasteland, but who is that person?

Huang remained silent for a long time before uttering only one word—"Immortal."