With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal

Meng Chuan is set to face off against Liao Huo today, yet everything is as usual.

Unflinching under pressure, composed amidst change, he starts the morning with pile practice.

His posture is as firm as the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, his qi blood flows and circulates with the rhythm, more harmoniously than ever before.

His mastery of the Three Talents Posture Skill, through countless days and nights of rigorous training, has long been ingrained in his marrow.

While appearing calm as a flat lake, with no ripples, beneath the surface, every part of him—muscles, bones, organs—trembles with strength, making the star meridians flourish and gradually extend.

From dawn till morning, he maintains the stance for half the night, until at a certain moment, a notification appears on his panel, and he exhales deeply—

[Taiyi Three Talents Posture: Earth Posture (99%) → (100%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit-Breaking Traits: Earth Evil Treasure Body (Intermediate)]

"Perfection."

As the last, 199th star meridian successfully coalesced, Meng Chuan opened his eyes wide, joy flickering across his face.

Not only is the Earth Posture perfected, but through this arduous training, he also gained some unique insights into the pile skill, contemplating them repeatedly.

Finally transforming into a trickling stream, flowing into the depths of his heart.

"Combining movement and stillness, holding unity within."

Previously, to break the limit of the Human Posture, he searched for various unusual poses to achieve breakthroughs, which was the ’movement’ skill.

Now that the Earth Posture is completed, it is rather the study of ’stillness.’

At this moment, Meng Chuan suddenly recalled the scene where the young monk Jue Ming explained Buddhist concepts to him long ago.

"It is not the wind that moves, nor the flag; it is the mind of the benevolent person that moves..."

While seeming unmoved, in actuality, both body and mind are in motion, extreme stillness breeds movement, reality and emptiness coexist.

"I think... I understand how to break the limit of this Earth Posture now."

Sometime later, Meng Chuan emerged from his epiphany, hands clasped at his chest.

He made a slight bow in a certain direction.

Afterwards, Meng Chuan felt warmth in his abdomen as he resumed the pile stance, akin to a steamer warming from water to steam, strands of heat spreading upward, that was the qi blood gradually circulating through his meridians.

Now is not the time to break through; Meng Chuan concluded his practice and opened his eyes.

At this moment, the time hit exactly 9:44:60, and after a complete cellular mutation, his internal biological clock had already been precise to the second.

"There are fifteen minutes to go before I need to go on stage, better to finish the match first."

Meng Chuan stood, with spiritual power stimulating the intellect, stepping into the Fantian Martial Realm.

Beyond this, Meng Chuan still hadn’t figured out that breaking the limit of the Earth Posture now wouldn’t allow a seed to be planted for the future.

"How can it be as I initially envisioned... Pile skill breaking the shackles of vitality..."

He was aware that the Earth Posture breaking limits wouldn’t happen in one leap.

Accumulating small amounts to form a tower, working long and hard.

When he has an idea to change the limitations of retrieving qi blood through pile skill.

Then, he should start taking action now.

"Star meridians span the inner world and celestial view; when all star meridians are solidified with qi blood, the celestial view and inner landscape merge into one, achieving the inner world, mastering the ability of [Refining False into True]..."

Meng Chuan seemed to have some thoughts, but he forced himself to break away from this feeling.

The most important thing he faces at this moment is the battle against Liao Huo!

...

"Today is the second day of the finals, and at this moment, everyone is chanting those two names on the barrage.

Yes! Our Great Chu official live room is about to bring you a real-time broadcast of Liao Huo vs. Meng Chuan! Liao Huo’s strength is indisputable, Meng Chuan’s prowess is evident!

Both are, in a global perspective, the strongest young talents of this era, the pride of Great Chu!"

"Today’s showdown between these two contestants almost decides the first advancement ticket in the ’Endgame Battle’; who will be the first to advance to the next round? Let’s watch and see!"

While the beautiful host and Wang Yang’s commentary continuously escalate the battle atmosphere, not only the Great Chu official, the audience numbers within various rooms preparing to retransmit the confrontation are surging rapidly.

"Liao Huo fighting Meng Chuan! I’m so looking forward to it!"

"Both have a style that deals devastating blows right from the start; this match is sure to be thrilling!"

"The first ’Endgame Battle’ ticket is about to be born."

People watch with immense anticipation.

...

[I’m getting ready to go on stage, hanging up now.]

Meng Chuan received an alert from the intellect; there are five minutes until the match begins.

[...Good luck!]

Thousands of words in Yang Yuelian’s mouth transformed into these most simple two words.

She firmly believes Meng Chuan can win, beating Liao Huo to the ground!

[Okay.]

Ending the call with his girlfriend, Meng Chuan glanced at his phone one last time, seeing numerous messages from relatives, friends, and mentors.

Everyone expressed themselves succinctly, yet they gave him tremendous encouragement.

[Take down Liao Huo!]

"Got it!"

Meng Chuan encouraged himself inwardly.

...

Liao Huo stood firm in his preparation room.

He hesitated for a few breaths but decided to bring {Elephant Lord} and {Dragon Robe}.

Fully armed and firing on all cylinders, facing Meng Chuan in his strongest form.

These were initially meant for Chen Zhiming, but his sixth sense constantly reminded him.

In this match, you must give it your all!

falseMeng Chuan is no ordinary person, as he recognized back in the Shaolin Temple’s mountain gate hall.

Back then, even though he had recently broken four limits, how could any martial arts expert block his three punches?

Despite the brutal outcome, Meng Chuan managed.

"A lion gives its all to battle a rabbit, much less is this child merely a grass-eating rabbit..."

Liao Huo muttered softly, brow furrowed with severe intensity.