Chapter 57: Happy New Year
There are things only visible after reaching the Transcendent Realm. Crossing that single barrier completely changed one’s perspective.
Among these revelations was the realization of how shallow his own martial art truly was.
Chunbong’s sword moved as freely as clouds, Namgung Suah’s sky was boundless, and Jongin’s plum blossoms, though rough, brimmed with vitality.
Yet his Yellow Cloud Divine Art lacked Chunbong’s freedom, his sky wasn’t as vast as Namgung Suah’s, and his plum blossoms remained lifeless as ashes.
But so what?
Instead, he had captured a myriad of diverse elements in his mental landscape. Sky and earth, sun and moon, wind and river, plum blossoms and lightning—all circulating endlessly, maintaining an immature world.
This was the Primordial Divine Art, his martial art.
Whoosh────────!!
Stars descended, dwelling in the inner qi coating his fist. These stars existed in his mind, a world constructed within.
All Rivers Return to the Ocean.
He twisted his waist and thrust out his fist, his reinforced qi carrying the force of a turbulent river.