Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 124 - 120: Nirvana

Six top-tier Martial Artists arrived at the scene. Their immense wills merged into one, completely sealing off Chief Ba's escape routes.

That collective will was like a great net, gradually shrinking and tightening. Chief Ba was the beast about to be caught within it.

"You bastards!!"

Celestial General Chief Ba let out a roar. His true Celestial Demon form swelled, trying to break through the restraints laid by their combined efforts.

However, he had just gone through an explosive outburst. With his host body dead and his true Celestial Demon form exposed, his power was at its weakest. He might have been able to handle a lockdown from the wills of two or three top-tier Martial Artists, but with double that number, he was powerless to resist.

Celestial Demons were not invincible.

His swelling form was slowly compressed by the combined will of the Martial Artists. Despite his crazed curses and roars, he could not stop his body from shrinking.

The six Martial Artists gradually converged. In the end, Chief Ba's true Celestial Demon form was compressed to the size of a grape.

Zhang Zhizhen opened an empty Demon-Catching Bottle. Working together, they forcibly stuffed Chief Ba's true Celestial Demon form inside and sealed the lid.

The Demon-Catching Bottle shook violently for a moment, but the crimson patterns on its surface soon glowed with a faint, bloody light, gradually subduing the struggles within.

And just like that, a General Level Celestial Demon was subdued and captured.

But they all knew this wasn't their own doing. The real credit belonged to others.

They turned their heads to look at the devastated, brutal battlefield.

Tao Long's body, his chest caved in, was propped quietly against a wall. Tang Chen's lifeless corpse lay in a pool of bright red blood.

The bodies of Zhou Yuanjue and Jiang Jiushan lay motionless on the ground, covered in red. Blood seeped from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, and it was impossible to tell if they were dead or alive.

WHOOSH!

In a flash, Zhang Zhizhen and Ji Yunzhou appeared beside Jiang Jiushan and Zhou Yuanjue respectively, and began to check on their conditions.

They could feel that the two men's presences were incredibly faint, their heartbeats almost nonexistent. If not for their own heightened senses, they wouldn't even have been able to detect their breathing.

"Chaotic pulse. Ruptured internal organs and blood vessels. Widespread bone fractures. Organ function appears to be failing… I can't tell if any broken ribs have pierced their hearts…"

Soon, Zhang Zhizhen and Ji Yunzhou stood up with solemn expressions and shook their heads. The two men were in similar condition. An ordinary person would have been dead ten times over from such injuries. It was only their immense Life Force that had kept them alive this long.

To kill the General Level Celestial Demon's physical body, they had truly gambled everything.

"Let me."

Liu Lingjun, standing to the side, was silent for a moment. She took a small vial from a tactical pouch at her waist and poured a few drops of a clear liquid onto each of the men's lips.

Then, she spread her Spirit, and the liquid, as if alive, flowed into the two men's mouths and deep into their bodies.

"What is that…?"

Dong Wanming asked, his brow furrowed.

"A type of Gu. You can think of them as microorganisms. It's my last resort for survival. It should be enough to keep them hanging on by a thread, but I can't say for how long. With injuries this severe, any of us would have been long dead. If they manage to survive this, I can only call it a miracle."

Liu Lingjun shook her head. Though her words were harsh, she was speaking the truth.

"Is that so?"

The others let out a collective sigh, feeling a sense of pity for the two.

'Are we about to lose two more comrades on this path?'

"The temporary headquarters is under surprise attack! Requesting immediate backup!"

Just then, the walkie-talkie on Liu Lingjun's belt crackled to life. The group frowned. They left two people to watch over Zhou Yuanjue and Jiang Jiushan, while the others vanished into the night in a flash.

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Whatever happened next on Haisa Island had nothing more to do with Zhou Yuanjue.

This was the first time he had been so close to death since the car accident many years ago.

His mind was a maelstrom of chaos. Before him stretched an endless, bottomless darkness.

There was no sound, no touch, no taste, no sight, no smell.

Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch—his five senses were gone.

Yet this didn't inspire fear. Instead, it brought an indescribable sense of comfort.

It was as if he could finally lay down all his burdens, escaping the sea of suffering where all living beings rise and fall.

In that moment, he lost all concept of time, of space, even of himself.

As he drifted in the darkness, his Spirit slowly dissipated. Soon, it would merge with the void and become just another part of the seemingly eternal gloom.

And that… meant death.

The transition between life and death was just that simple: the body decayed and the Spirit disintegrated.

Feather Transformation after death, ascending to a higher realm, entering paradise, being reborn… they were nothing but lies.

One is born from the world and returns to the world. This was a fundamental law.

An unknown amount of time passed. Just as Zhou Yuanjue was on the verge of forgetting himself entirely, he suddenly saw something different in the darkness.

It was a flame, flickering like a candle in the dark, its light unsteady.

His will seemed drawn to the light, and he moved toward the candle flame like a moth.

As he drew near the flame, he suddenly froze.

Within the wavering light of the flame, he saw a transparent bird with folded wings. Inside its body, a skinny figure was drenched in sweat, gritting his teeth. The figure held a pose like a bird spreading its wings to soar, his eyes filled with resolve and defiance.

It was the image of him when he first began practicing Red Falcon Fist. From that moment on, he had resolved to spend his entire life pursuing his ideals—to constantly strive for transcendence, to face all challenges without fear, to cast aside life and death, and to create miracles out of the mundane.

A jolt went through Zhou Yuanjue's will. His sense of self, which had nearly been eroded to nothing, finally recovered its memories.

'Have you forgotten?'

'You said you would transcend everything.'

'You have already found the Dao to subvert life and death.'

'Countless perilous peaks still await your conquest.'

'How can you let death stop you?!'

The light of the flame spread rapidly through him, and his will gradually became one with it.

The candle flame, which had seemed on the verge of being extinguished at any moment, gradually stabilized, growing brighter and brighter.

Lamp Burning Technique: Nirvana Fire.

As long as he possessed a single spark of Vitality, he would not halt his quest to transcend life and death. Even if he lost all his memories and senses, the flame of awakening that had become his soul's very instinct would guide him to overcome everything and create miracles.

「Guangpu City, Secret Inspection Bureau Special Hospital, VIP Ward.」

"How's the patient's condition?"

A doctor in a white coat was performing a routine check-up.

"Same as before."

A pretty young nurse in the room shook her head. Her eyes held a strange expression as she looked at the figure on the bed, who was swathed in bandages.

It was the first time she had ever known someone to survive such severe injuries.

His Life Force was unbelievably strong.

"That's true. Even for a top-tier Martial Artist, it's a miracle that he's survived this long with such severe injuries without his condition worsening. We'll see if he can make it through the next three days. But even if he pulls through, with his body in this state, he'll probably have trouble just getting out of bed, right? He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up in a vegetative state."

"Let me know the moment anything changes. This is a very important patient. We absolutely can't afford any mistakes."

The doctor in the white coat sighed and shook his head. After making a few brief notes, he turned to leave the bedside.

BA-DUMP!!

However, in the next instant, a powerful, forceful heartbeat suddenly echoed through the room like a war drum, filled with resolute strength.