Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 212 - 205: Demonic Voice
"The entire world..."
The blue-robed old man's gaze deepened. 'Can Donghua Country possibly withstand it alone?'
If the world's advanced nations are indeed cooperating with the Celestial Demon Organization, they will pull far ahead in technologies related to individual strength. This is extremely unfavorable news for Donghua.
"That young man... do you intend to push him into the spotlight, to make him a role model for the entire Donghua Martial Arts Realm?"
the blue-robed old man asked slowly.
"We're all old. This era belongs to the young. Let them be the ones to step into the limelight."
"Besides, the world needs miracles. After this Hero Assembly, the emergence of a paragon of Saint Awakening will surely inspire more people to devote themselves fully to the practice of the Martial Dao. If old men like us were to do it, it would lack a certain persuasive power. But he is different. At twenty-five—an age others can't even fathom—he has accomplished things others can't fathom. His presence will be a much greater inspiration."
"Furthermore, this person is devoted solely to the Martial Dao, seeking nothing else. His heart is pure and sincere, a quality one in a million. The prosperity of the Donghua Martial Dao is what he desires, so he will spare no effort in this matter. He is qualified to be the one to lead the Donghua Martial Dao into the future."
the Chief Commissioner said calmly.
"I didn't expect your opinion of him to be so high. However, people change, especially one so young. The higher the cultivation, the deeper the inner demons. A single misstep could send him plummeting into a bottomless abyss."
"Besides, as the saying goes, the tree that stands out in the forest is the one the wind will surely destroy. If you push him into the spotlight, can he bear the weight?"
the blue-robed old man said softly.
"No. You haven't met him, so you wouldn't understand. Once you do, you'll see."
"He is utterly sincere and true, fearlessly forging ahead, unstoppable. He's no ordinary young man. Perhaps some people are simply born to create miracles."
the Chief Commissioner said calmly.
Hearing this assessment, the blue-robed old man opened his mouth, but remained speechless for a long time.
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「Somewhere in Donghua Country, inside a large, private manor.」
A remarkably handsome middle-aged man lay on a sofa in the main hall, looking at a custom-made tablet in his hands.
On the screen, footage of the Hero Assembly filmed by Jiang Yun was playing.
"Just two months, and he's already attained such strength?"
The middle-aged man looked at the tablet, a gentle, seemingly eternal smile gracing his lips.
"He's quite a threat, indeed."
"And with this video out there... Donghua Official has finally made its move. They must have sensed something."
"It looks like something needs to be done."
the middle-aged man said with a smile.
SNAP!
He snapped his fingers, and a shadowy figure flickered into the hall like a phantom, kneeling on one knee before him.
"Any news from abroad?"
the middle-aged man asked the figure. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"A message from headquarters. The nations' confirmation of the Elixir of Immortality's properties has certainly given the organization a great deal of initiative. Our cooperation with them has deepened to varying degrees. Although their guard is still clearly up, we've managed to reach a partial consensus. The message from headquarters is that you can begin your operation."
The figure's voice drifted out slowly.
"Is that so? In the end, they couldn't resist the fatal temptation of the Elixir of Immortality. If it weren't for the Bloodline restrictions and certain side effects, I'm afraid some high-level national leaders would have already gone through with the transformation, wouldn't they?"
"But there's no hurry. Once the floodgates of desire are opened, they will eventually be assimilated by us. This is a path completely different from the one thousands of years ago. Conquering these greed-addled humans is a simple matter. As long as we cast aside our pride and are willing to blend into this world, humanity is pathetically weak."
The middle-aged man turned off the tablet and rose from the sofa.
"However, no matter the era, there are always those who resist to the bitter end—like certain stubborn fools in this country."
"I've been hiding for so many years... from the very moment of conception in my mother's womb, I fused with the fetus. Then I grew, and decades passed. I almost started to believe I was a pure human myself."
The middle-aged man stretched languidly, and a series of harsh CRACKS and POPS echoed from his bones, as if a terrifying power was hidden within his body.
"You want the world to remember the greatness of Saint Awakening. Well, I'm not so different."
"What I want... is for this world to remember the terror of the Celestial Demon."
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Night fell, dark and windy.
「Songyang City. Longyun Hospital.」
This was a high-end private hospital under the Longyun Group. At this moment, seven VIP patients were staying in seven of the hospital's special care wards.
In the largest and most luxurious of these wards, Zhong Wu Heng lay on a pristine white bed, his entire body wrapped in bandages. He listened to the sound of his IV dripping, his face devoid of expression as he stared silently at the ceiling.
His injuries were severe: damaged internal organs and burned skin. Even with the formidable body of a top-tier Martial Artist, he was now wracked with pain. It would be impossible to recover in less than a month.
Scenes from the Hero Assembly replayed endlessly in his mind: the giant bird spreading its wings, that young, calm face filled with utter arrogance. The images spun around and around in his head, becoming a Nightmare.
'Why? How can he be so strong at such a young age?'
'Why was he able to break through to Saint Awakening, while I was just one step away?'
'Why is he so lucky?'
'Why... why...'
His chest heaved violently, as if he were gasping for breath.
A complex cocktail of emotions—frustration, anger, indignation, powerlessness, and longing—flooded his mind.
The sanity he normally maintained began to erode under the assault of those endlessly repeating, nightmarish images and this emotional turmoil.
A Heart Demon, born from the heart, is formless and intangible.
And now, Zhou Yuanjue had become his Heart Demon.
If this Heart Demon was not purged, not only would he be unable to advance further, but his strength would likely decline even after he recovered.
With a heart full of hindrances, how could he ever execute an invincible Fist Technique?
"Yes, why is that?"
Just then, a voice suddenly echoed from the depths of his heart.
His pupils contracted sharply as he looked around.
The room was empty. Outside the window was only deep, profound darkness.
He listened intently and finally realized that while the voice sounded bizarre, it was identical to his own.
"Who are you?!"
Zhong Wu Heng demanded, his brow furrowed.
"Me? I am your guide."
"That's right. Why was *he* so lucky to achieve Saint Awakening, while you, with your exceptional talent since childhood, could never cross that threshold?"
"You're only lacking an opportunity. And now, that opportunity is right before your eyes."
"The power of Saint Awakening... the power to annihilate your enemy... do you want it?"
To Zhong Wu Heng's ears, the soft, chuckling voice seemed to possess a magical quality, capable of stirring the most primal desires in the human heart.
