Chapter 186: Like a Copper-Buckled Belt Whipping Him into Constant Spin

Heaven's Grant! Heaven's Grant!

Dare to use fist arts to play the heavens.

Mortals cannot see their own fate, nor can gods or buddhas know who will complete this age's heavenly great deed!

Thus, this ritual is needed—to select those worthy to bear the weight of this age, this world.

The ultimate secret of the Northern Dipper, the true secret fist art of the Northern Dipper Sect, is sealed here. Whoever claims this secret fist shall inherit all of the Northern Dipper's legacy, becoming the new recognized heir—and also the strongest… No! Even stronger than the strongest!

But in the sixty-three generations since the Northern Dipper's founding, only men of the Northern Dipper Clan's bloodline have ever been granted this fist art by heaven.

"Yes, it must be—this saintly statue, as compassionate as Guanyin Bodhisattva, is undoubtedly… the legendary statue that witnessed the 【Heaven's Grant Ritual】!"

The elders Long Quan and Shi Qing could not hide their inner excitement.

"Oh… Northern Dipper Goddess… no one knows how great you are…"

Jia Ji could not help but sigh.

He had seen the earlier "404 No Response" scene and feared that as an ordinary man without bloodline, he might face something like: "What? I wasn't invited to tonight's Heaven's Grant Ritual?"

But the Northern Dipper bloodline is not such a trivial thing.

After all, the Northern Dipper Clan is merely the descendants of the first man who brought the Northern Dipper Divine Fist to its peak, reached the world's limit, and established a great legacy.

Bloodline theory is the most idiotic trope in anime (a valid point).

Bloodline—what is it? One punch, and you become it.

Anime bloodline lets you cheat; wuxia bloodline is for dying. The Northern Dipper, combining both, simply gives a group of powerful men a reason to fight until their heads bleed and they refuse to die.

Then why, if Jia Ji is also one who has pursued the Northern Dipper's path, a true fist master of the Northern Dipper Sect, should he not inherit this secret fist, even without any bloodline?

The Northern Dipper has never had a common-boned heir. If possible, perhaps I can fill this void—who knows what the future holds!

"Eagle strikes the sky, whale dominates the sea—how can you know if you're a dragon or a worm without trying?"

This time, the four brothers, still as reserve heirs, are all deemed qualified in the Northern Dipper Goddess's eyes—to face the coming despairing future, it is enough for Her to break protocol and grant them this age's ultimate power.

Each of their bodies radiated intense heat; fine white vapors seeped from beneath their skin, coalescing into mist that drifted through the sealed chamber.

A gentle breeze stirred around them; the next moment, it became a gale, then a storm—countless molecules swirled violently around their bodies, enveloping all four flesh forms.

The next instant,

a dragon emerged from the void.

The dragon carved upon the ancient artifact known as "Luo Long Pan" took flight.

A massive, five-clawed, golden-scaled dragon turned its highly human-like head to glance at them, then plunged into the stone statue.

The statue's eyes glowed brightly, becoming lifelike; the missing halves of her eyes seemed to regain vitality.

She suddenly emitted a pure, white radiance that pierced through space, standing vertically like a pillar reaching heaven and earth in the desert!

As the goddess statue trembled slightly, an immense, incomprehensible will—undetectable to ordinary mortals—spread instantly across the entire Asura Nation.

This will, descending upon the century's end, caused every qualified fist master on Earth, every martial arts master worldwide, to feel an inexplicable heart-pounding dread, all turning involuntarily toward this place, toward this direction.

Anomalies erupted across the globe; invisible energy fluctuations disrupted all electromagnetic waves and signals nearby.

Yet all present were utterly transfixed by the scene before them—the stone eyes of the statue suddenly wept clear tears down its cheeks, while its left half crumbled into fine dust.

From the shattered statue rose a towering square spire.

As it appeared before them, the four brothers knew its meaning—the Northern Dipper's Soul-Sealing Spire, the final resting place of all Northern Dipper spirits.

Countless threads, rains, beams, dots, and clusters of light appeared out of nowhere, surging eagerly into the men's chests; countless invisible forces pierced their bodies, crushing bones, flesh, organs, vessels, and nerves.

"These… these images are…!!"

Long Quan saw familiar figures within the light—the sixty-second-generation heir, Xia Quan Zhi Lang; the sixty-first-generation heir, Xia Tie Xin…

"So that's how it is!"

He understood now what he had seen on that night on his third disciple Jia Ji—the figure of his elder brother, "Yan Wang," Xia Quan Zhi Lang, half a century gone!

The Northern Dipper's ancestors had already recognized Jia Ji—hence their call here.

In this dreamlike scene,

the four Northern Dipper brothers opened their arms, within the radiance,

embracing all of the Northern Dipper… everything!!

……

Beside the "Northern Dipper Tai Sheng Hall," the divine fist disciples established a new dojo, suppressing the Asura Nation while actively building external connections.

After the 【Heaven's Grant Ritual】,

aside from the technique "Wuxiang Zhuan Sheng," which can only be performed by one who has understood sorrow, Jia Ji had indeed grasped a true 【Ultimate】 secret art, and other teachings accessible only to orthodox heirs, through the memories and insights of past generations.

It could be called "Northern Dipper Divine Fist: Complete Secret Arts Mastery!"

He could be called—Superhokutoman!

At this point, Long Quan no longer knew whom to choose, but he knew that no matter whom he selected as the final heir, he would not be wrong—and he would never regret it.

Having received the ritual, Jia Ji felt every bone, every muscle in his body growing tougher, stronger, his vitality surging day by day, a constant warmth permeating him, as if immersed in a scalding hot spring.

Even his character panel's rating seemed poised to rise to a new realm.

Yet Jia Ji, having cleared the Asura Nation dungeon, could not shake a strange premonition—he could not find peace.

Every time he broke through, he could never rest—he was like a spinning top constantly whipped from behind by a copper-buckled belt, always with something coming for him…

【Lanyuan Yanzhu: Bad news! Zi Sister is in trouble@BigMengShen】

【BigMengShen: Huh? What could possibly happen to her?】

【ForeverSeventeen: Danger! Come quick!】

——Tobecontinued

(End of Chapter)