A martial arts grandmaster, pushing the limits of the human body, able to fight a hundred men alone, founding sects and schools.

But such feats could only dominate in ancient times.

Yet immortals...

Riding the wind, traversing the skies, traveling from the North Sea at dawn to Cangwu by dusk.

Feeding on wind and dew, transcending the mundane, living freely and eternally.

That is humanity’s ultimate romance.

Are immortals just fiction?

Do they not exist in the real world?

It all depends on human effort!

Martial arts is a path that defies the heavens, surpassing limits, turning the impossible into possible!

So, if I want to become a martial immortal, to travel to the stars above the North Sea at dawn and reach the realm of Cangwu by dusk, what’s wrong with that?

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This is the story of someone in the modern martial arts world, who, relying on a slight informational advantage, ultimately becomes a martial immortal, shattering stars with a single punch.

Chapter 1: Yaoguang

May 27, 1018, 18:13.

Tian’nan Province, Dayu Nation.

Chihe Mansion, Yunmeng City.

A thirty-three-story apartment building.

Ethan stood quietly in the elevator, listening to the sound of its operation.

There was also a young couple in their twenties in the elevator, and a female student wearing the uniform of the neighboring No. 15 Middle School.

"Thunk."

With a dull sound, the elevator suddenly stopped at the twelfth floor, and the lights went out.

"Power outage again? Are the people at the power company just loafing around? Five or six outages in two months!?"

The man in the couple complained.

"The number of power outages has clearly increased in the past year or two. Sometimes there are more than a dozen in a month. I saw online that it’s because the sun is at its most active period, and repeated solar flares interfere with electricity and even cause global magnetic field anomalies."

The woman said.

"I don’t care if the sun is active or not."

The man replied, irritably kicking the elevator door: "I only care about when the power comes back!"

"Solar storms usually don’t last long, but if they damage electrical equipment, who knows how long the outage will be. On average, though, it takes about half an hour to an hour to restore power."

"Damn, so we’ll be stuck here for at least half an hour!?"

The man cursed, then kicked the elevator door even harder.

This scene scared the girl from No. 15 Middle School into retreating to a corner of the elevator.

"Sir..."

Ethan said politely, "Could you please not kick the elevator door? If you accidentally damage it..."

"Is the elevator yours? I’ll kick it if I want, what’s it to you?"

Before Ethan could finish, the man cut him off fiercely.

After speaking, he kicked the elevator door even harder, producing a loud "bang."

Ethan glanced at him in the dim light.

Specifically, he looked at the man’s neck.

He had already noticed earlier that this man was about 1.85 meters tall, probably quite muscular from regular workouts, but in terms of martial artist levels...

Oh, not a martial artist, at best an apprentice.

To wield martial arts is like wielding a weapon.

With a weapon in hand, murderous intent arises?

In a law-abiding society, murderous intent is unlikely—at most, people just act a bit more aggressively.

However...

They were so close.

A single punch could break his cervical vertebrae.

He glanced at the nervous girl beside him...

Forget it.

There’s a student here.

At that, Ethan said nothing more.

Seeing this, the man sneered and demonstratively kicked the elevator door again.

"Bang!"

"Alright, we get it, you just passed your martial arts level test, you’re tough. But you’ll have to pay for damaging public property."

The woman tugged at him.

"So what if it’s damaged? The power’s out, there’s no surveillance, who would know?"

The man sneered, but stopped causing trouble.

Time passed in this boring fashion.

Fortunately, after just three minutes, the apartment seemed to switch to backup power, and the elevator started running again.

When the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened, the young couple swaggered out.

Next was the frightened but still quick-footed middle school girl, hurrying to school.

Finally, there was the unhurried Ethan.

He went outside the apartment, scanned a shared bike, and rode to the old city district.

To be precise, it was an old district slated for redevelopment, with all residents already relocated.

Glancing at a map in his mind and estimating the location of a red dot, Ethan chose a long-closed shop, sat down on the concrete steps, and absentmindedly sipped from a bottle of mineral water.

A gentle breeze blew, lifting a flyer with the word "demolish" on it, sending it fluttering into the depths of the alley.

There, a man in a shirt, hands clasped behind his back, looking to be around fifty, walked around the corner accompanied by a woman in her twenties.

Faintly, his deep and powerful voice could be heard: "There’s a problem with the Luo family?"

"Yes, although it’s just a widow and her child, they’re connected to a martial artist named Brian Clark. During the forced demolition, he happened to witness it, and in the conflict, Liuzi was kicked to death."

The woman replied.

She looked to be in her twenties, but dressed in a business suit, exuding the air of a professional elite, with a mature and steady demeanor.