At the foot of Yuanhe Mountain.
Beside the Central Army Camp, under a deep valley.
Xu Mujun sat cross-legged under the rushing waterfall, constantly pondering the phrases of the "Dragon Elephant Pure Yang Skill" in his mind.
The inner strength within him was as silent as an abyss, seemingly waiting for something.
Martial Dao.
Spirit Communication.
Martial God.
What is Spirit Communication?
What is Martial God?
God?
Can martial arts... communicate with gods?
Xu Mujun's thoughts wandered, and countless scenes appeared in his mind.
Practicing martial arts at three, wielding a saber to kill at eight, joining the army at ten, murdering seven people at twelve.
Promoted to Decurion at fifteen and began to study military strategy.
Promoted to Centurion at sixteen, esteemed by senior military members, and brought into the Border Army for training.
