Precisely because of the multitude of races, the Ancient Nether Continent was constantly embroiled in war. Legend has it that in ancient times, every ten thousand years, one race would become the ruler of the continent, dominating the world.

　　A cycle of ten thousand years marked an era, with endless succession.

　　It was not until the rise of the human race and the balance achieved among the various powerful races that the wars on the continent gradually subsided.

　　The long years of warfare produced many powerful races on the continent and pushed the system of cultivating true qi to its peak.

　　In ancient times, those races that once reigned over the continent all rose from obscurity because of the emergence of peerless geniuses within their clans, becoming the overlords of an era.

　　The Battle Saint Physique is said to be a legendary constitution from ancient times.

　　Anyone possessing this physique would become a world-shaking powerhouse, traversing the universe, invincible under the heavens.

　　As for the extinction of the Battle Saint Physique, the Xuantian Mirror did not specify, only mentioning that the Battle Saint Physique encountered a great upheaval of heaven and earth and could no longer appear in the world.

　　“The Battle Saint Physique is hard to appear in the world, but it is not impossible for it to reemerge. Heaven has the number of ninety-nine, yet there remains the one that escapes; in desperate situations, there is always a sliver of hope...”

　　With dry lips moving, Edward Carter recalled the secret of the Battle Saint Physique as described by the Xuantian Mirror, as well as that nameless incantation.

　　“When all things are born, so too must they die; the cycle repeats, and this is called the Dao of Heaven...”

　　“In the midst of death, a trace of vitality bursts forth. Even if a single vine grasps at life, its power is earth-shaking...”

　　This nameless incantation was very obscure, but fortunately, after Edward Carter became a cripple in his previous life, he had read extensively in search of a way to restore his body and was able to comprehend its meaning.

　　According to the Xuantian Mirror, the method to awaken the Battle Saint Physique was to cultivate this nameless incantation.

　　After returning to Burning Town, Edward Carter carefully pondered this nameless incantation and discovered that its cultivation was divided into nine levels.

　　In desperate situations, one must seize a sliver of life; only after surviving nine deaths can the Battle Saint Physique be fully awakened, allowing this unparalleled body to reappear in the world.

　　“The first level requires the severing of all hundred meridians. At the brink of death, circulate the incantation and grasp a thread of life. If successful, one is reborn from destruction, transformed anew...”

　　As this incantation surfaced in his mind, Edward Carter felt some hesitation. The nine levels of the nameless incantation—the first level was the simplest to cultivate, yet in truth, it was already as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

　　Only when all hundred meridians are severed and at the point of death can the first level of the incantation be activated.

　　Let alone severing all hundred meridians—even if just the heart meridian is broken, there is a ninety-nine percent chance of certain death. Moreover, at the brink of death, to remain conscious and circulate the incantation, only those with a will as firm as rock could accomplish it.

　　In his previous life, when Edward Carter fell into this cave, he was fortunate that his heart meridian was unharmed; otherwise, after three days and nights, he would have long been dead, with no chance of waiting for rescue.

　　Now, according to the nameless incantation, Edward Carter needed to shatter the meridians in his body that were still intact in order to cultivate the first level.

　　“All hundred meridians severed, all hundred meridians severed... does even the heart meridian need to be broken...”

　　Edward Carter sighed softly. Having experienced the vicissitudes of his previous life, he had long since become indifferent to life and death, but he could not help but harbor some doubts about this nameless incantation.

　　With his erudition from his previous life, he knew that once all hundred meridians were severed, only the rarest treasures in the world or a peak expert above the Martial King could save him; otherwise, it was almost certain death.

　　“But according to legend, the Xuantian Mirror has never been wrong about anything from ancient times to the present...” Edward Carter muttered to himself, knowing that life and death hinged on a single thought.

　　Drip...

　　Another drop of water fell on his cheek, the icy sensation clearing Edward Carter's mind. At this moment, a ray of moonlight shone down, faintly revealing a cloudless night sky, the bright moon hanging high, stars scattered across the sky, heralding another sunny day to come.

　　Edward Carter snapped back to reality and cursed himself mockingly: “Edward Carter, Edward Carter! Do you really want the tragedy of your previous life to repeat? After being a 'mediocre man' for decades, has even your heart become useless?”

　　Scenes seemed to flash before his eyes again: the great upheaval of his clan, Burning Town ablaze, the beautiful woman leaving in tears, and the beloved in his arms passing away...

　　“If I am to live a mediocre life, I might as well die here and now!”

　　A look of resolve appeared in Edward Carter's eyes. He fiercely gathered the last of the true qi in his dantian and shattered all the meridians in his body that were still intact.

　　Bang! Bang! Bang!

　　On the ground, blood flowed from Edward Carter's seven orifices. His already scarred body spurted blood once more. His eyes rolled back, and with his heart meridian severed and massive blood loss, he entered a state of stupor.

　　“...The Dao of Heaven is flawed, it takes from the excess to fill the lacking. The sun rises and sets, the moon waxes and wanes; all things must follow this path...”

　　“...Within the realm of death lies boundless vitality. If one wishes to defy the heavens, only by seeking a sliver of life within death can one be reborn from destruction...”

　　In his mind, the incantation kept echoing, like a morning bell or evening drum, plunging Edward Carter into a wondrous state. His breathing grew slower and slower, until it finally ceased altogether, and his chest stopped rising and falling.

　　In this state, he was already on the verge of death. In just a few more breaths, his life would be completely extinguished, with no hope of rescue.

　　Suddenly, a rumbling sounded within Edward Carter's body, as if a door had been smashed open. His body swelled like a balloon, a surging power spreading through his entire being, washing over his limbs and bones, repairing his flesh, tendons, and bones, as well as the wounds in his dantian.