Chapter 1: What is the purpose of rebirth, if not to make a getaway

Draped in a bathrobe, wearing nothing else, Mo Huang leaned against the sofa, turned on the television, yet closed his eyes, lost in his own thoughts. His expression appeared calm, but his fists were tightly clenched, turning pale from lack of blood, revealing the turmoil within.

Thirty minutes later, Mo Huang pushed with both hands, and an invisible breeze rippled out like a ring. Mo Huang focused his energy in the dantian, and after opening his eyes, his gaze carried the lingering essence of martial arts, vast and grand, yet gradually returned to clarity.

There are still various confusions, but two fragments of memory swirling in his mind remind him that all of this is real. One fragment is of life on Earth three hundred years later, while the other is of life from the year 1989 to 2012.

December 23, 2012, this is the day foretold by the Mayans as the end of the world. When this day arrived, people around the globe were in a state of panic, as tickets for Noah's Ark were exceedingly scarce. However, as time passed, countries with a higher dimensional perspective had already reached the end of the world, yet nothing occurred. The global populace breathed a sigh of relief, and various experts and scholars emerged to boast about their foresight, claiming that the apocalypse was nothing but a fabrication. But when the nation of Huaxia entered the 23rd, a transformation of heaven and earth took place.

Mo Huang stood up, comfortably stretching with a yawn, his whole body emitting a series of crackling sounds as his bones shifted. He clenched one fist and struck out into the void, the sound of his punch sharp and resonant, with great force behind it. One could fear that a single blow could turn a robust man into a mere shrimp, yet Mo Huang remained unsatisfied, for he felt that he was still far from his peak condition

Basic Martial Arts Lower-Level Combat Technique: "Horse Stance"

The house is spacious, and the furniture is quite complete, yet it exudes a sense of loneliness and desolation both inside and out. Before his rebirth, Mo Huang's state of mind may have been like this, but after his rebirth, he has become indifferent to many things. For after experiencing even the most desolate events twice, one inevitably becomes numb.

I, Mo Huang... three hundred years later, will merely be an ordinary citizen, unable to obtain any resources, struggling painfully in this world, unable to transcend. If I were to return to three hundred years ago, would I possess the power to transcend life and death like those strong individuals who once looked down upon me? Furthermore, could I take it a step further and become an emperor among men, wielding the power of life and death over all things?

At one moment, there was a sense of gloom, and at another, excitement; laughter was unrestrained and exceedingly wild. Yet suddenly, in the next moment, Mo Huang's expression returned to a state of indifference, as calm as still water without a ripple. He murmured to himself: "Alas, this set of combat techniques is truly troublesome. Before practicing, one must indulge in emotions freely, and then in an instant, cut off distracting thoughts, transitioning from extreme movement to stillness in pursuit of clarity. It makes one feel like a lunatic, laughing and crying alternately. If it weren't for the school's signature combat techniques, who would bother to practice them?"

The mixed foundational combat technique of Taoism and magic—"The Silent Ridge," is the signature combat technique of the school that Mo Huang attended before his rebirth. Its reputation is widespread, but it is not its power that draws attention; rather, it is the difficulty of mastering this technique. It is said that anyone capable of practicing this technique is a potential mental illness sufferer, a candidate for dual or even multiple personalities. Consequently, although this technique is publicly available and anyone can learn it, very few actually do. If it were not for Mo Huang being an orphan, with no means to acquire better combat techniques, he would not have taken the risk to learn this one.

Without thunder and lightning, without a black hole devouring, in the blink of an eye, Mo Huang was resurrected without any reason

The advanced martial arts technique "Primal Taijiquan" is based on the fundamentals of martial arts. The original version is the Taijiquan of Huaxia, which has been significantly improved since the emergence of the Primal World. It remains a highly skilled combat technique that I was proficient in before my rebirth. Practicing it now brings an even deeper understanding, and the postures are graceful, exuding the demeanor of a master.

Mo Huang hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still picked up the toothbrush and continued brushing his teeth, for great joy and great sorrow were truly not in accordance with his character

Alas, before the primordial world was opened, the spiritual energy of the Earth was nearly desolate, even more terrifying than the legendary area of dysfunction. There was simply no space for cultivators to exist. Fortunately, such days only need to be endured for one more day; otherwise, I would never be able to return to the peak state I was in before my rebirth. In that case, I might as well not have been reborn.

Although Mo Huang was extremely dissatisfied, to others, the events that transpired in those ten minutes could already be considered a miracle. The unhealthy complexion, which had long been a result of staying up late, completely vanished, replaced by a healthy, vibrant pink. The previously flaccid muscle groups began to tighten, revealing their contours, and the overall demeanor of the person transformed from ordinary to exuding a hint of formidable strength.

With both legs bent in a half-squat position, toes gripping the ground, continuously tapping, arms extended forward in a horizontal position, the skin all over the body covered in goosebumps, hands forming seals, waist and back twisting, causing the coccyx to sway, the expression calm and focused, with a hint of pain, after assuming this posture, beads of sweat burst forth like a turned-on faucet, and streams of heat surged out from every pore.

Practicing the horse stance strengthens the muscles, practicing Tai Chi cultivates the bones, and mental meditation solidifies the foundation and nurtures the essence. All have reached their limits and can no longer be practiced. Time is pressing, and the vital energy of heaven and earth is insufficient. It seems that we can only proceed in this state.

Mo Huang felt an overwhelming shock at this moment. Just a second ago, he had been sound asleep in his home three hundred and twenty-five years in the future, but in the next second, he opened his eyes and found himself reborn in the era three hundred and twenty-five years ago, inhabiting the body of a person who was holding a toothbrush and preparing to brush his teeth.

I remember watching a television series called "The Genesis of the Primordial Ancestors." It mentioned that before the Earth traversed into the Primordial World, the connection between the two worlds caused many space-time rifts, which provided opportunities for those primordial-level powerhouses to enter the Primordial World early and scavenge for resources... Ah, the production team was indeed diligent, conducting on-site investigations of the exact location of one of the space-time rifts, which seems to be not too far from here, as expected... Being immersed in the internet does have its benefits... I can still recall such an old television series.

Unexpectedly, after being reborn, I find the world to be vast and unpredictable, and the will of heaven difficult to fathom. It is surprising that this set of combat skills has improved once again. If I had not been reborn, perhaps I could have relied on this set of combat skills to strive for a place among the top ten in my grade. Alas... the will of heaven is indeed hard to predict

It seems like a self-question, it seems like a rhetorical question, but the answer is self-evident, as if the tone, blazing like a flame, explains everything

After finishing his grooming, Mo Huang wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked into the room. The small house, consisting of one bedroom and one living room, was the last inheritance left to him by his deceased parents. Regarding this, Mo Huang felt a sense of regret; having lived two lifetimes, he was still an orphan. What a tragic fate it was to be such a solitary star in the world.

Since I have come here, I shall make my peace with it. Although the reason for my rebirth remains unclear, the mere thought of having been reborn in the era marking the beginning of humanity's golden age, a historical moment celebrated by countless future generations and repeatedly depicted on screens and in books, causes a glimmer of brilliance to flash in Mo Huang's eyes, and a hint of uncontrollable excitement to curve the corners of his mouth into a smile.

From that moment onward, for the next year, the entire solar system, in a state beyond human comprehension, traversed into the primordial world, marking the beginning of a monumental transformation for Earth

As time passed, at six o'clock in the afternoon, when Mo Huang was awakened by his biological clock, he felt completely comfortable, as if he had just enjoyed a sauna and been attended to by a master masseur, with even the physical soreness and discomfort from practicing horse stance and Tai Chi having vanished without a trace

With the conclusion of the speech, I sat cross-legged, my five hearts directed towards the heavens, my eyes tightly closed, breathing faintly as if I had entered a state of hibernation

After being reborn, although the body has returned to its initial frail state, the formidable spiritual power that accompanies the soul remains completely intact. At this moment, with a mere thought, the energy and blood throughout the body respond obediently, rapidly cleansing the muscles and nerves within, causing the weak physique to begin changing quietly and imperceptibly.

At this moment of practice, the familiar feeling of emptiness remains as it once was, with the spirit and even the soul returning to a primordial chaos. Clearly oblivious to worldly affairs, one refines oneself in this chaotic realm, achieving transcendence

At the peak of his power, every movement of his bones and muscles resonated like thunder, his internal organs were robust, nearly able to survive without sustenance, his entire body was infused with vitality as if it were a pill, his true essence flowed like water, his fighting spirit was as strong as steel, and his mental strength could penetrate through his body. He could lift and maneuver objects weighing hundreds of pounds, and a single punch could shatter a steel plate one meter thick. When employing magic or Taoist techniques, he could unleash destructive power akin to that of artillery. In comparison, his current strength was truly insignificant.

This is Earth, or rather, Earth on December 22, 2012...! How is this possible... I have actually been reborn three hundred years ago

In front of the bathroom mirror, a handsome young man is making exaggerated facial expressions, and the reflection in the mirror responds with comical reactions. As he watches, he murmurs to himself, his words filled with an overwhelming sense of shock and disbelief

The past is like the wind, memories are vivid, yet they can never be touched again. For a moment, Mo Huang could not help but feel a sense of melancholy. However, upon realizing that he was soon to possess opportunities he had never dared to imagine before, his sorrow gradually faded, giving way to excitement

After humanity stepped into the primordial world, various cultivation methods became prevalent, collectively referred to as combat techniques

In less than ten minutes, Mo Huang stopped his cultivation, shaking his head in utter disappointment. He picked up the towel on the ground to wipe the sweat from his body, closed his eyes, and after a while of introspection, he let out a sigh.

Recalling memories with a joking tone, a blazing flame flickers in the eyes, and Mo Huang's mood is like adding fuel to the fire, impatient yet forcibly suppressed. The life three hundred years later has already conveyed to Mo Huang with ironclad facts that remaining calm and patiently preparing a plan is an essential factor for success

After enduring countless hardships in cultivation, I have finally reached the minor achievement stage, which also reveals the formidable nature of this combat technique. Although Mo Huang's aptitude is average, in terms of the progress of combat technique cultivation, he is not inferior to those talented individuals. This is entirely due to the pure and powerful mental strength cultivated through this combat technique, which can be considered a reward for the efforts invested.

Alright, preparations are complete, and the plan is set, so only one final matter remains... All the deities, demons, and Buddhas of the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths, and all the great powers throughout history, I beseech you to bless me with a prosperous opening and swift success

Rising to his feet, the bathrobe was cast aside, revealing a slender yet somewhat frail body. Mo Huang looked down at his own physique, clicking his tongue in discontent, appearing extremely dissatisfied, yet feeling helpless.

At this moment, the martial technique that Mo Huang is practicing is the most fundamental of all martial techniques, adapted from the foundational stances of martial arts that were prevalent in the land of Huaxia before the dawn of the Primordial World

"The names are the same, the genders are the same, and even the appearances and physiques are almost identical. Is this body from my past life?"

After earnestly offering a prayer and having a hearty bowl of soul food, Mo Huang felt that everything was alright. He got dressed and walked out the door

Opening my eyes, my gaze is one of desolation. I cover my face with one hand, and words emerge, one by one, from between my teeth, springing forth from my soul

By mobilizing the vital energy and blood through intention, and utilizing posture and form, one can embody the strength of a horse. Although this is the most fundamental combat skill, it is an unparalleled method for solidifying the foundation and enhancing physical constitution. Before Mo Huang was reborn, in order to strengthen his foundation, he stood for a full ten years, transitioning from childhood to youth, achieving a level of skill proficiency that could be described as extraordinary.

After contemplating for a moment, Mo Huang once again donned a focused expression and slowly began to practice a set of punches. The movements were gentle and slow, yet they seemed to exert the effort and weight of pushing a thousand-pound millstone. As he punched, the bones throughout his body creaked, and faint yet sharp sounds emanated from within him, reminiscent of the sound made when a strong bow is drawn.

There are still twelve hours left, which is sufficient. So... let's first make some adjustments to this frail body.

Mo Huang's mind incessantly recalled the memories from three hundred years later, the evolution of Earth civilization over these three hundred years flickered by like a scroll, and as he thought more about it, Mo Huang's blood gradually began to boil.

This is not scientific

Well... if I successfully cultivate and live for over 300 years, it will be completely unproblematic. By then, I will take those classmates and friends as my disciples, ensuring they will be so excited that they won't even remember their own surnames, as a primordial-level powerhouse is taking them as disciples. Hahaha...

Fate lies in one's own hands, and Mo Huang has never been as convinced of this as he is now

Looking up at the time, it was twelve thirty in the afternoon