The red glow illuminating the dark mountains
grows ever more brilliant.
Zhang Fusheng sits quietly at the heart of the layered ranges,
as a unique hum emanates from his five viscera, breaking one chain after another, fifteen levels of great secrets fully unearthed!
Yet he remains utterly still.
The realm of the Grandmaster lies in spirit; once achieving the Illusory Divine Realm and Spiritual Minor Perfection, it serves as the 'pass' to step onto the grandmaster stage.
But it's merely a pass.
The weight of a Grandmaster is more about 'the body as a furnace'.
[In the fourteenth year, I have fully opened my five viscera, standing at the true pinnacle of the Martial Arts Master's level, obstructed only by the word furnace]
[I quietly recite the Great Sun Illuminates 72 Snow Mountains Scripture]
Zhang Fusheng's skin emits steam, revealing seventy-two overlapping snow mountains behind him, while a phantom great sun emerges above his head.
