During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

The Eastern Xia Federation was like a heap of loose sand, each faction acting independently. Grandmasters, clinging to their own ways, refused to share their techniques. Even those capable of shattering mountains with a single punch and cleaving rivers with a single blade were nothing more than ordinary men. Meanwhile, the foreigners had reaped immense benefits from the maritime fog, embarking on a new path of serum fusion cultivation. Relying on their steel ships and iron fists, they plundered wealth and plundered people along the Eastern Xia coast. In this cannibalistic world, Song Beiyou, traversing the lowest-class towns, first faced the challenge of overcoming his own afflictions and surviving… Going back in time to save others' lives, gaining their abilities, and then borrowing their lifespan to upgrade his own—wasn't that a bit much? The smoke from Hademen cigarettes blurred the dappled lights of the dance hall. On stage, women in cheongsams, their figures curvaceous and alluring, swayed to the melody, singing softly, completely unaware of their impending doom. Song Beiyou loosened his collar, glanced down, and looked at the face in the mirror that wasn't his own. He sighed, "Miss, to save you, I had no choice..."... The pages of the Book of Impermanence turned one by one, each mask representing a different ability. He turned to the last few pages, where rusty characters appeared: Martial Arts - Self-Form and Nothingness - Supreme Inheritance - Qianyuan Xunchao - Tian Gou Superpower - Ruler of Thunder - Divine Wheel. "Natural Form and Intent, Taiji and Wuji. Qianyuan has eight eyes, Xunchao has six feet. The power of thunder, the seven wheels of the sage." The moment the mask was put on, the world darkened, and all things fell silent. Behind him, the one bound to his fate, the one destined for tribulation, gazed at his back with intensely burning eyes.