Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 523 Forty years of diligent and painstaking cultivation couldn't compare to the system's three or four days of madness.
"The 'Fragmented Microscopic Blade' has undergone a fundamental leap! It has evolved into—the 'Fragmented Microscopic Holy Blade'!"

"Your 'Six Harmonies Macroscopic Fist' attempts to shield itself from external interference and uphold the purity of 'fist techniques' and the thrill of physical strikes. However, under the dual influence of the sacred Daoist rhymes of 'Azure Jade Holy Scripture' and 'Shattered Holy Blade' and its 'friendly' persuasion, it is forced to accept the complete inheritance of laws from the macrocosm."

The trajectories of stars, the laws of gravitational tides, the mysteries of spatial folds—a vast and boundless cosmic panorama unfolds forcefully within his fist intent.

"The Six Harmonies Macroscopic Fist had a sudden enlightenment. The Six Harmonies Fist encompasses heaven and earth and governs the macroscopic world. It has been elevated to the Six Harmonies Macroscopic Sacred Fist!"

"Detection indicates that the main core cultivation techniques have completed the Saintly Transformation and are beginning the final energy feedback and life level synchronization breakthrough."

"Congratulations to player [Han Suxin]! You have attained enlightenment and become a saint in one fell swoop!"

Your current realm: Martial Saint (Beginner)!

Your martial arts are already adapting to Saint-level power; they are already exploring the mysteries of the Saintly Path…

The Queen Mother stared blankly at the descriptions in the system log that were so over-the-top with their childishness, yet somehow unsettlingly realistic, and felt as if she wasn't practicing martial arts.

Instead, they are observing the explosive development of some advanced interstellar civilization's god-like technology, or reading the outline of some outrageous fantasy novel.

The Queen Mother could even clearly "see" that within her dantian, the energy core that could no longer be called "internal force" had transformed into a chaotic, slowly rotating nebula vortex, with simulated stars arising and ceasing within, and countless tiny law runes floating and sinking like swimming fish.

With the slightest thought, one can manipulate the primordial energy of heaven and earth to dance, and even vaguely sense the tectonic movement of the continent beneath one's feet, as well as the omnipresent cosmic rays, dark matter flows, and background radiation in the void.

It is a powerful feeling of controlling the world, almost like a creator, as if one can decide the changes of mountains and rivers and the life and death of all living beings in an instant.

"Martial Saint? This is the Martial Saint?"

She muttered to herself, a feeling of utter absurdity and bewilderment welling up inside her.

Forty years of diligent and painstaking self-cultivation are no match for the system's three or four days of unrestrained martial arts madness.
Who can I talk to to explain this?

This made her deeply doubt the efforts she had made in the first half of her life.

In fact, since obtaining the system, she had tried to delve into the origins of this strange system.

Looking back now, with her current "Martial Saint" level of understanding and perspective, she finds the system utterly incredible.

Let alone the "God of War", she doubted that even the legendary beings above the "God of War" could possibly create something that could make people lie down, or rather, be dragged, pulled, or even carried by their own martial arts to become saints!

This has completely transcended the realm of martial arts, touching upon something more essential, more fundamental, and more incredible—almost the "Tao" itself. The simplest and most straightforward evidence is that if the "Martial Gods" truly possessed such heaven-defying and fate-altering abilities to mass-produce saints, the Great Han Federation would have long since amassed Martial Saints like dogs, with Martial Gods everywhere. How could it be the current situation where a Martial Venerable can dominate a region, and Martial Saints are nowhere to be found?

But this thing just happened to fall on her, an ordinary farmhouse inn owner!
How can she be?
Did she not save the galaxy in her past life, but instead reboot the universe?
But no matter how deeply she explored every inch of her soul and body with the holy thoughts of a martial saint, or tried to communicate in various known or unknown ways, including silently chanting "System spirit, come out and let's chat" in her heart, the system was like an inanimate object.

Or rather, like some ancient, cold, and ruthless law of nature, it simply operates silently according to its inherent, incomprehensible logic, unresponsive to any of her attempts to test her.

Now that things have come to this, what else can she do?
I guess I'll just have to keep being a duck.

After all, even a martial saint has a family; his sons and daughters need to eat.

Especially after she properly prepared her own ducks using the "Azure Jade Atom High-Energy Heavy Nuclear Fusion Holy Scripture" at the Martial Saint level, the taste was elevated to another level...

At this moment, deep within the Queen Mother's consciousness, those martial arts intentions that had already stepped into the "Sacred Path" and whose spiritual wisdom far surpassed that of the past were communicating in a more profound way, almost like a resonance of laws.

Their sacred principles collided and merged with each other, evolving into magnificent phenomena such as the birth and death of stars, the cleaving of the sky by sword light, and the world-shaking power of fist intent.

The concept of "The Jade Atom High-Energy Heavy Nuclear Fusion Holy Scripture" is like a majestic king sitting at the center of the universe, wielding the power of creation and destruction.

Surrounded by countless miniature star systems and nebula vortexes, it exudes an unparalleled majesty that makes all things tremble and yearn: "Last night's collision at the singularity of spacetime, especially that beam of light containing the true meaning of 'galactic starburst,' allowed me to glimpse the most primordial mysteries of energy and matter, the prelude to the birth of spacetime."

The path to sainthood has already unfolded beneath my feet. Now, I can stably simulate a miniature stellar fusion reaction within my master's dantian, and with every move I make, I can cause the energy tides of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles to dance in response.

The next step is to analyze the corresponding meaning of 'the end,' to understand the ultimate law of the universe's cycle of birth and death, from prosperity to decline, and to comprehend the essence of 'heat death.' Only then can the master truly achieve perfection and glimpse the gate to the God of War.

The intent of "Fragmented Microscopic Holy Blade" is like an unsheathed, peerless divine weapon that stretches across the void. Tiny black cracks constantly appear in the space at the blade's edge, radiating an extreme sharpness that can sever matter, energy, information, and even causal connections: "No, the path of the master's martial god should be opened by me!"
I have captured and deciphered a trace of the true meaning of that chilling aura of 'the end,' that icy Dao trace that plunges all things into death. Now, my blade, wherever its edge reaches, can sever the causal threads of mortals and tear apart fragments of lower-dimensional laws.

Ordinary martial saints of the Holy Path are no different from lambs to the slaughter in front of me. Their holy domain is as thin as paper, which I can cut with a single stroke. Nothing can withstand my blade.

What is quite interesting are the traces of 'desire' and 'mystery' intertwined in the collision.

If I could integrate its true essence into my sword intent, it might evolve into the 'Mind-Deceiving Blade,' capable of eroding the mind, distorting cognition, and ignoring conventional defenses, thus deciding victory or defeat silently.

The Six Harmonies Macroscopic Sacred Fist, which was forcibly pulled into the Sacred Path but still seemed somewhat out of place, transformed its intent into a hazy and vast rotating star map, silently operating in a corner of the consciousness space, radiating a kind of helpless yet all-encompassing vast fluctuation of "I just want to punch simply".

(End of this chapter)