“Zhulong, the Torch Dragon—once eaten, it cleaves chaos, illuminates the Nine Obscurities, commands day and night, alters the four seasons, and summons wind and rain.”
“Xiangliu, the Nine-Headed Serpent—once eaten, it erodes the earth, swallows mountains, poisons a hundred generations, and its nine heads act independently.”
“Feiyi, the Plaguebane—once eaten, it repels insects and vermin, fortifies the spirit, and wards off all diseases.”
“Yu, the Shadow Fiend—once eaten, it excels at ambush and concealment, and spits sand to strike down foes.”
“……”
Ding Songyan stared at the ancient text before him, his mind reeling.
How is this world’s secret Classic of Mountains and Seas so different from the one I knew in my past life?
In his previous life, it was a book of myths—fantastical creatures and legendary beasts that existed only in folklore. But here, in this world, it is something far more terrifying—and far more real.
These creatures once roamed the earth. They were hunted. They were consumed. And those who ate them were forever transformed—their very bodies reshaped by the power of the beasts they devoured. From those transformations, martial arts were born.
Lost in silent thought, Ding Songyan turned to the person beside him and asked the question that would change everything:
“You’re saying—these creatures vanished from the world long ago. Only the martial arts remain, forged by those who first consumed them, shaped by the transformations wrought upon their very bodies. And these arts… can still be cultivated?”
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