In the 292nd year of the Daqing reign, the Qing Kingdom admitted defeat and offered compensation in the form of silver and land, only then did the Wu Kingdom cease its hostility.
[You feel that Qingguo is a real clown.]
In the 293rd year of the Daqing era, you began practicing "Joint Resonance of Bones and Muscles." This step doesn't have a 10% or 20% progression scale, or rather, it has a similar progression, but the specific amount is completely imperceptible to you. It primarily involves coordinating the strength of your meridians and bones. After completing this step, even without using any energy, a casual wave of your hand can generate thousands of pounds of force, pushing back giant elephants and collapsing stone walls.
[In the 295th year of Daqing, you practiced chopping and slashing every day, and your sword skills became more and more superb.]
[In the 299th year of Daqing, you were already able to make your muscles and bones vibrate in unison, producing clear sounds. However, you knew that this was still far from being perfect. Your muscle and bone coordination was far from perfect.]
Some martial artists have weaker foundations, and even when their muscles and bones are flexing, the sound is just like exploding firecrackers. Others, however, can achieve the sound of "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound." With your own aptitude, you should be able to achieve at least the sound of Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, right?
[The final step for a martial artist is to gather the martial will, but this step can be performed simultaneously with the muscle and bone resonance. Theoretically, the two steps are parallel, but in practice, the time required to gather the martial will is much longer than the time required to complete the muscle and bone resonance!]
A typical Grandmaster seed becomes a martial artist at 30, and begins to harmonize their muscles and bones between 33 and 35. Their muscles and bones generally reach peak coordination around 50, and it takes until 60 to focus their martial arts will. Some may even delay this until their 70s or 80s, ultimately never becoming a Grandmaster in their lifetime.
[However, there are also many people with strong wills, or those with extraordinary talents and comprehension, who can concentrate their martial arts will in their thirties or forties and take the lead in achieving the state of simultaneous resonance of muscles and bones.]
In the 302nd year of the Daqing era, your muscles and bones will become increasingly coordinated. Although they are internal structures within your body, you can manipulate them within a certain range as flexibly as if they were your fingers.
In the 303rd year of Daqing, you looked up at the sky and saw nothing.
[You are hesitating about what choice to make this time. If you remember correctly, the alien demon first appeared in Qing Kingdom and massacred the city, but later it was surrounded and killed by the Grandmaster in Wu Kingdom.]
[After the alien demons successfully fought back, their demon kingdom was also established from the Wu Kingdom.]
After hesitating for a moment, you decided to head west, across the endless desert, to the legendary grasslands on the other side.
[Just before leaving, you left a message for your fellow martial artists, the top juniors, and the grandmasters you knew.]
[You said you dreamt of a demon from outer space descending to the world, ready to slaughter the entire Three Kingdoms. Not even the Supreme Grandmaster could stand against it. The dream was so real that it seared fear into your soul, forcing you to believe it.]
They think you've become stupid from practicing martial arts. One senior master even advised you to find a wife and enjoy the joys of family life if you really can't do it, and stop fantasizing about some alien demon in your head.
You simply said, "In my dreams, the blood of the alien demon can be used to forge divine weapons beyond imagination." Then you left resolutely.
[Although you know that leaving this sentence is probably useless, we still have to wait for the birth of the Child of the Era, Bei Chenguang, because the conditions are not met.]
[Firstly, there were too few people with demon blood at the beginning. If there were any, they were transformed by the alien demons themselves. Their combat power was comparable to that of a grandmaster. They could not be defeated or collected, so they could not be forged into divine weapons that could threaten the alien demons.]
[…By the time it began mass-producing demonized soldiers, the Three Kingdoms had already collapsed.]
[And then... even if the existing Grandmasters were equipped with matching divine weapons, they would still be no match for the alien demons.]
[At the age of twenty, Bei Chenguang, a Grandmaster, had his foundation increased ten or even nine times that of an ordinary person. Even though he had only just become a Grandmaster in the simulation, he was probably already capable of beating several veteran Grandmasters.]
[Even with that kind of strength, he fought the alien demons all the way to the East China Sea without a clear winner.]
If it were you at the beginning, you might have thought about changing all this and taking the initiative to establish a resistance organization in the Demon Kingdom... But after what happened eight or nine years ago, you realized that martial artists were still too weak.
[Hold steady! This is a future that hasn't happened yet. What you need to do now isn't to change your regrets in the "future," but to accumulate strength and put an end to it all in the more distant past!]
[In fact, in this land of the Three Kingdoms, as long as you are surviving well enough, it is not too difficult to survive peacefully, but humans are emotional, not rational.]
[You're afraid of watching the demons wreak havoc on the world, and then you'll take the initiative to attack and expose yourself... So it's better to run away from the beginning, out of sight, out of mind.]
In less than a month, you reached the edge of the western border. Vegetation was sparse here, and most of it was barren land. The further west you went, the more yellow sand covered the ground.
You enter the desert.
You're carrying over a hundred kilograms of water and meat. This weight isn't even enough for you to warm up, but it's enough to sustain you for over twenty days of travel, covering thousands of miles westward—a distance longer than you could possibly cover across an entire country.
You run all the way, but fortunately this desert isn't an absolute death zone. You often encounter cacti and some gerbils that appear at night, which greatly alleviates your pressure on food and water.
You think as long as you're steady and careful with resource allocation, escaping this desert shouldn't be difficult. After all, ordinary people have to consider many factors, such as food poisoning, disease, acclimatization, and sand pit burials. These problems are greatly reduced for warriors.
But the Eastern Ocean is not so good. Who knows how long it will take for the boat to see the new continent? It may drift back and forth in the same sea area, and the fresh water will eventually run out.
On the fifteenth day of entering the desert, you mentally cursed the absurd vastness of the desert. You'd already traveled nearly three or four thousand miles, and yet the surroundings were still a blanket of yellow sand.
At dusk, you can even see a vast, khaki-colored, phantom entity in the distance, stretching from the sky to the ground, dyeing the entire sky a sandy yellow. This is a sandstorm, the most terrifying natural disaster in the desert!
In the face of an extreme natural disaster, even a Grandmaster wouldn't survive. You sprint madly in the opposite direction. Even though you're still carrying dozens of kilograms of food and water, your speed has already reached the speed of a high-speed train, exceeding 250 kilometers per hour. If the yellow sand under your feet weren't so difficult to exert force on, you could run even faster.
In just over ten minutes, the sandstorm is left behind. You sneer, "Nothing special..." Just after slowing down for an hour, the yellow fog appears again at the edge of your vision in the distance. You curse and continue running.
"Is this fun? Bullying me, a nearly 50-year-old martial artist?!"