63: Chapter 63 The New Fundamental Law

Five years of time passed in the blink of an eye.

The towering inferno and bone-chilling ice in Panshi City had long since faded into a vague legend within the dust of the Jianghu.

Ding Qing took the ice crystals and vanished into the sea of people with Li Wujiu, a youth who followed behind him silent as a shadow, yet with hatred burning in the depths of his eyes.

Three years of silence.

Ding Qing never struck again.

The end of Panshi City, the Blade Master reduced to ashes, the frozen greed and final protection of Qiu Zhiruo, and the hatred in Li Wujiu's eyes that burned through everything...

All these were like cold carving knives, repeatedly etching the words of the Old Daoist in Yellow Robes into his heart.

The past cannot be changed.

He no longer believed that was resignation to fate.

It was more like a bloody conclusion reached after countless attempts.

The past is like Panshi, heavy, cold, and immovable.

He poured all his energy into the deduction of the new fundamental law.

The memories of his past life settled in his mind, containing all concepts regarding the ultimate development of the Physical Body.

Indestructible Golden Body, Dragon-Elephant Prajna, Gene Lock, Eight Gates of Dun Jia... various profound mysteries were repeatedly dismantled and smelted.

He consumed a full 3,000 stronger points, as if casting them into an invisible furnace.

In the fourth year, the furnace fire was pure and green, and metal and stone were opened.

A prototype of an unparalleled martial art that far surpassed the Iron Cloth Shirt and aimed directly at the Indestructible Physical Body was finally refined by him from the Chaos.

Its name—《Diamond Indestructible Body》!

Once the prototype was formed, Ding Qing took Li Wujiu and stepped onto the land of the Nine Provinces.

He was no longer the star of evil in a corner of Panshi City, but an observer and a blade-forger walking through the scroll of the chaotic end of the Zhou Dynasty.

They had seen the tragic scenes of scorched earth stretching for a thousand miles, corpses piled up, and people exchanging children to eat.

They had witnessed the cold cruelty of the noble families, where the gates of the wealthy stank of meat and wine while they enclosed land to enrich themselves, treating the common people like blades of grass.

They had personally experienced the irony of rebels rising up, shouting slogans that shook the heavens in the forests, only to eventually devolve into another torrent of plunder.

They even crossed paths with Devil Heads lurking in the mountains and great marshes, who Cultivated using evil blood sacrifice methods...

"Do you see clearly?"

Ding Qing's voice was always as cold and hard as iron.

It rang out against the backdrop of mountains of corpses and seas of blood or scenes of debauchery, piercing directly into Li Wujiu's Soul.

"Why did the Li family perish? Why was Panshi City destroyed? It was not because of a gang of thugs from the Black Wind Stockade, nor because of a Vicious Beast like the Blood Corpse."

He pointed to the ghastly white bones on the side of the road, to the laborers chained in the mines like ants, and to the nobles seated high on their luxurious carriages, viewing all living beings as chess pieces.

"The roots of this world have completely rotted!"

"This chaotic world is like a cauldron, cooking the four words 'the weak have no choice'! Your Li family was merely a slightly fatter piece of minced meat in this boiling pot!"

"If one had the strength to suppress the scene, if the order of this world had not collapsed and the laws still existed, how would a mere Black Wind Stockade dare to be so arrogant?"

Li Wujiu listened in silence.

The flames in the depths of his eyes were tempered by the backdrop of hatred into an even colder and harder edge.

He had witnessed too many versions of the Li family, too many innocent people like him crushed under the wheels of the era.

Ding Qing's teachings were like quenching ice water, casting his Soul over and over again.

"Noble families suck marrow, rebels cause disaster, evil cults confuse minds, Schools carve up territory, and Devil Heads run rampant... they are all worms of the rotting roots! There is only one way!"

He slowly curled his fingers, as if to grasp this filthy world in his palm and then crush it fiercely!

"Break the situation with strength! Purge the universe! Reshape the heavens and earth!"

"Only in this way can the tragedy of Panshi City be the final echo!"

Hate evil as one hates an enemy!

These four words, watered by blood and fire and molded by Ding Qing's cold philosophy, were deeply branded into Li Wujiu's bone marrow.

Ding Qing was not stingy.

With the 《Diamond Indestructible Body》 fundamental law as the foundation, he spent his efforts to specifically deduce the 《Diamond Indestructible Divine Technique》 adapted to this era for Li Wujiu!

Furthermore, in order to bridge the chasm of time and allow his blade of vengeance to drink blood and sharpen faster.

Ding Qing created a shocking Demonic Technique that pointed directly to a shortcut in the Dao of martial arts!

《Star-Absorbing Great Technique》!

Plunder! Devour! Transform the cultivation of others into fuel for one's own body!

In just two short years, with the Demonic Technique at his side, the Divine Technique protecting his body, and the cruel tempering of Ding Qing's war-nurturing-war method.

Li Wujiu was like a Vicious Beast breaking free from its shackles, his strength skyrocketing crazily.

He actually broke through the barriers all the way, entering the Small Innate realm that countless martial artists dreamed of.

He traveled through dangerous places with Ding Qing, specifically seeking out the bad luck of evil demons, absorbing their cultivation and taking their lives, his actions ruthless and heartless.

The name "Diamond Thunder Blade" spread like wildfire in the bloody storms, causing those who heard it to change color.

On this day, the setting sun was like blood, plating the winding official road with an ominous golden-red.

Ding Qing was still wearing his washed-white black clothes, his figure as tall as an ancient mountain rock, moving forward in silence.

Half a step behind him, Li Wujiu had grown into a youth of eighteen or nineteen, his figure as straight as a spear.

His face inherited a trace of the Li family's handsomeness, but it was completely covered by the unmelting coldness between his brows and the Evil Qi settled in the depths of his eyes.

He wore a black martial outfit convenient for movement, his steps steady, his breath as deep and condensed as an abyss.

The might of the Great Innate realm was contained and not revealed, yet it caused the withered grass by the road to bow down.

Ahead, the outline of a small city built against the mountain appeared.

However, a thick, inseparable sorrow and aura of death drifted over with the wind first.

It overpowered the smell of grass, wood, and earth in the evening breeze.

Every household had pale white lanterns hanging high in front of their doors, and faded yellow paper Talismans pasted on the lintels.

Paper money was like white snowflakes, rolled by the wind, spinning on the potholed streets, sticking to the numb trouser legs of pedestrians.

The air was filled with the choking smoke of burning inferior incense candles and a faint... stench of rotting corpses.

The shrill, sobbing sound of the suona was intermittent.

"Master,"

Li Wujiu spoke, his voice low, carrying a hint of imperceptible coldness.

"This city... there are too many funerals, it seems not quite right."

His gaze swept over the rows of coffins by the street, his brows furrowed tightly.

In an ordinary city, even with birth, aging, sickness, and death, there would never be such a dense aura of death.

Nor should there be such a heavy, corpse-rotten smell mixed with resentment.

Ding Qing did not stop walking.

The gaze beneath his bamboo hat pierced through the swirling paper ash and the twilight, scanning this small city shrouded in death.

On both sides of the street, pedestrians were scarce.

Even if there were people, they were all sallow and thin, with empty and numb eyes, as if their three Souls and seven spirits had been mostly sucked away.

Occasionally, if a gaze met theirs, they would quickly dodge away like a frightened rabbit, leaving only bottomless fear.

"It is getting late, let's find a place to stay first and go to the Ren family tomorrow morning."

Ding Qing's voice was flat and waveless, with no discernible emotion.

Li Wujiu understood, his sharp gaze locking onto an inn at the corner of the street with a slightly larger facade, also hanging white lanterns.

Guilin Inn.

At the entrance of the inn, a shopkeeper wearing old mourning clothes and a face full of sorrow was sighing and sweeping the paper ash on the ground.

"Shopkeeper, two rooms, need them clean and quiet."

Li Wujiu stepped forward, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable penetrating power, instantly overpowering the sobbing suona.

The shopkeeper was startled and shivered, almost dropping the broom.

He looked up and saw Li Wujiu's young but unusually cold and stern face.

His gaze then fell on the black-clad man behind him, who was as silent as a mountain and had an unfathomable aura.

In his murky eyes, there was first fear, and then a kind of almost desperate numbness surged up.

"Gue... Guest..." the shopkeeper's voice was dry and hoarse.

"The small inn... the small inn is currently... not peaceful. You... you two had better..."

"It doesn't matter."

Li Wujiu interrupted him and tossed a small piece of broken silver over.

"Just prepare the rooms and hot water. And bring some food."

The silver landed in the shopkeeper's hand, heavy, but it made him feel no warmth at all; instead, he shivered.

The shopkeeper's lips trembled.

He looked at the silver, then at the two stars of evil in front of him who were obviously not to be trifled with.

Finally, he sighed as if resigned to his fate, his back hunched.

"...Sigh, guest... please, please follow me. It's just that... if you hear any noise at night, absolutely do not... do not come out..."

His voice was pressed extremely low, filled with unspeakable fear.

Li Wujiu's eyes turned sharp: "What noise?"

The shopkeeper shook all over, his face turned even whiter, he waved his hands repeatedly, his eyes dodging.

"No... nothing! This small one has a loose tongue! A loose tongue! Guest, please this way! This way!"

As if avoiding a plague, he hurriedly led the two into the inn, not daring to say another word.