Just believing oneself to be a god does not make it so.
This is a kind of epiphany from the unseen.
A Grandmaster who combines spirit, energy, and essence breaks the boundaries of the spirit, comprehends their true self, and knows who they truly are. No matter what, they can never exceed the limits of being "human."
Humans eat, drink, defecate, live, age, fall ill, and die. How could one suddenly become transparent and wise in half a lifetime, understand fate, and suddenly realize that they are actually an ancient majestic god?
Aura is formed from extreme confidence in the Martial Dao, representing a person's spirit, energy, and essence; it cannot be faked.
"Or perhaps the owner of this aura is fundamentally not... human?" The elegant man gazed out the third-floor window, where a figure loomed above, exuding a terrifying aura and overpowering confidence.
Pff!
The next second, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Brother!" the little girl shouted.
"It's nothing. There is a Grandmaster who combines spirit, energy, and essence here. My aura clashed with them, breaking the force."
The young man's eyes held a domineering look. His face was pale, yet he handled the situation with calmness and the air of a general, saying indifferently, "This mysterious Grandmaster who combines spirit, energy, and essence can, with just aura, overwhelmingly suppress other Grandmasters of the same level—a feat that is without precedent and will never be outdone."
"How is this possible!?"
The muscular man lifting a barbell beside him was taken aback.
Overwhelming aura can only be achieved when the gap in combat strength is vast.
It's like a Grandmaster's warrior; a gaze full of murderous intent, as if a towering mountain, can crush an ordinary person into incontinence.
It's like an ordinary person encountering a tiger, a giant bear in the wild; many wish to run away madly, but their legs go weak, an intense fear rooted deep within their bones.
However, this is the strongest Martial Arts Grandmaster of the Jiang Family of the Miao Race, Jiang Yang, known as one of the mightiest creatures on earth, the ultimate martial peak on the earth, a superhuman even foreigners fear, how could anyone possibly overpower...
"I am the human limit who can tear apart tigers and leopards alive! But what I encountered now... might not be human, hence the aura is above that of humans."
The elegant young man raised his head and looked at the distant clear sky, saying lightly, "I am the strongest creature on the ground, there is no mistake in that, but a creature from the sky, that's uncertain."
Not human?
In the sky?
The two were suddenly stunned, also looking at the sky, wondering at such nonsense.
Jiang Yang did not answer the two, instead, he was internally shocked, "Humans are on the ground, those in the sky... are gods."
But how could there be gods in this world?
After entering the era of technological and industrialization, he also started to admire technological power and advocate for an industrial revolution.
After understanding the construction of firearms and the principles of steam engines and internal combustion engines, he was even more skeptical of strange gods and monstrous creatures; flesh and blood cannot withstand the steel torrent.
No matter how powerful one's light-footed movements are, one cannot leap seventy or eighty meters unaided, whereas the planes they build can soar through the sky.
He carefully calmed his fright-stricken heart and ultimately did not quite believe there were gods in this world; he was more inclined to believe this might be some kind of sinister spiritual martial art.
Using various methods to hint at oneself being a deity could reach such a shocking aura!
He frowned but vaguely saw a new path.
This mighty and invincible aura ignited a long-lost desire in him, who had been disenchanted with the Martial Dao.
Jiang Yang paid his respects with a fist salute towards the third-floor Fu Qingjun, as a courteous gesture after the aura resonance test.
Fu Qingjun was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding.
This person looked up at the window at me for over ten seconds, could it be because they covet my looks?
Jiang Yang pondered for a few seconds and then said to the two around him, "Today's event, during my journey to a military vital area at the frontline, a sudden burst of aura attracted my attention, it is no coincidence!"
"Perhaps it is the other Martial Dao conservatives with differing ideologies, still insisting on martial orthodoxy, arrogant and unwilling to embrace new things, coming to obstruct my promotion of science and technology development."
"I knew from the beginning this path was fraught with obstacles. The elders at home also tried to stop me, saying my journey was perilous."
He clasped his hands behind his back, said proudly, "But I don't care at all. What do I fear if the strong from various schools come to stop me? Even let them use one hand, so what?"
"I want to tell them, only firearms can harm me, yet they cannot hurt me in the slightest!"
"But this senior tells me there are always higher skies, not intending to assassinate me... He knows I am lost in the Martial Dao, intending to inspire my confidence, uplift my will, and let me know there are higher Martial Dao peaks!"
Both were shaken, showing enlightenment.
Following the gaze, they looked in the direction of window 306 where Fu Qingjun was, hearts trembling; he had been waiting for us for a long time.
"This journey is indeed filled with challenges."
Jiang Yang pondered for a moment, "Unlike other schools, they use brute force to make me submit, but this senior, though possessing unparalleled bravery, tells me in such a manner that martial arts still have strong points."
The two were moved, looking towards the window at Fu Qingjun with a hint of admiration.
"....."
Fu Qingjun felt numb being gazed at with such earnest eyes.
I've just been staying indoors, bored, watching your brief excitement. At first, one person was watching me; now the three of you are watching me together...
"It's ridiculous." He felt bewildered and directly backed away from the window. This spectacle was better left unwatched.
"Look! A senior like this, exchanging aura in such a manner, with his face covered, probably does not wish to meet me directly and chose to leave abruptly."
Jiang Yang watched Fu Qingjun's departure in a cold tone, initially not wanting to disturb such an unparalleled mysterious figure, but still feared never having another encounter. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Follow me to pay respects to the senior."
"Brother, it might be a trap," the little girl beside him exclaimed.
"Such a senior, being open and upright, could not set a trap. Such a figure, if they intended to kill me, how easy would it be? At the same level, killing me would be like killing a chicken!"
He stood up, paced back and forth on the street below, and then made up his mind, "Follow me upstairs!"
At this moment, as they were about to head upstairs, a woman with sausage lips ran out of the nearby eatery, blocking the staircase, "What are you three going to do, staring at my brother's window in 306 all day? Clearly up to no good, my brother is in a breakthrough, are you enemies here to assassinate him?"
"What kind of person is my brother? Even the coachmen under him are grandmasters in the Bone Realm, at the same level as your brother." The little girl looked at her with disdain, "We have matters, needing to consult your brother."
The loudspeaker girl hesitated, feeling she couldn't block them, and still gritted her teeth, "I'll go up with you."
Jiang Yang didn't mind this and directly climbed the stairs to the third floor, walking along the corridor to room 306, his expression serious, knocking on the door with a 'knock, knock, knock.'
"Who is it?"
A tender voice came from inside, pretending to be serious.