Chapter 80: The Traps Laid

"How can a few children possibly create martial arts? That's impossible," Zhou Yi gently shook his head, calmly correcting, "This belongs to the realm of martial study, not Dao techniques."

"It does not rely on innate talent, but on our people's comprehension; it should be mastered quickly and is ideal for strengthening the body."

"But, bring more children over."

Hearing this, Sui Huang without hesitation turned and sprinted toward Huang Guo, unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

Zhou Yi stared at the divine reversal's halo in the sky, and after careful calculation muttered to himself, "This can still support at least a thousand people training simultaneously; it should be enough."

Although the treasure left by the divine reversal can dramatically boost a person's comprehension in a short time, it has a notable limitation: the user must have a pure mind, making it most suitable for children. For adults with complex thoughts, its miraculous effect may not manifest.

Zhou Yi watched the children's movements attentively, thoughtful, and then began to imitate them.

He meticulously linked each motion, and a set of boxing techniques gradually took shape in his mind.

Unlike the children's lively agility, his form lacked some sprightliness and added a degree of rigor, making it more suitable for ordinary practitioners.

Even though this set of techniques seemed unable to achieve breakthrough progress, Zhou Yi did not become discouraged; instead, he continued to study it deeply.

He tried to let his own spiritual energy circulate along a specific path within his body, guiding it through the fist when punching and through the soles of his feet when withdrawing, seeking a subtle balance.

Just as Zhou Yi was continuously testing, Sui Huang arrived hurriedly with a group of children.

Upon arrival, Lin Dong swiftly ordered the children to stand at the designated spots and quietly observe the White Tiger's movements.

At this moment, the light emitted by the divine reversal gradually thinned, turning into golden specks that evenly merged into each child's body.

However, not all children strictly mimicked the White Tiger; some let their imagination run, incorporating movements of other animals from their minds.

For a moment the scene was filled with bizarre postures: some ran like a swift horse, some spread their arms like a soaring eagle, and others simulated a kangaroo's leap or a cheetah's pounce.

Although the poses differed, each could be linked to an animal, displaying a unique style.

Zhou Yi followed behind them, practicing each movement in turn and skillfully linking them together.

What set him apart was that whenever Zhou Yi completed a set of techniques, a vague shadow lingered behind him, as if his image were etched into the heavens and earth.

Repeating this, a thousand silhouettes eventually filled the entire space.

Immediately after, in the place where the Human Race dwelled, a drumbeat that seemed to come from antiquity sounded, deeply shaking every person's heart.

Zhou Yi's face turned serious, and suddenly he thrust out a palm—this palm used no spiritual energy, relying only on raw bodily force and another breath generated by cultivation.

In an instant, everything around collapsed like fragile paper before the mighty force; he forcefully carved out a vacant area, and the thousand illusory shadows remained perfectly intact.

"Companions, this is the martial arena I have created," Zhou Yi's voice echoed through Huang Guo, "If any of you cannot cultivate immortality, you may come here to learn the martial path and strengthen your strength."

Once the news spread, the entire Human Race community boiled over instantly. The Human Race numbered over a hundred million, yet fewer than half could cultivate immortality.

Those unable to cultivate, hearing the news, came in droves from everywhere with a trial mindset; the crowd surged like a tide, a spectacular sight.

Zhou Yi sensed something amiss, a wave of tension rising in his heart.

He swiftly cast a spell, whisking the children away from the spot in an instant.

Since then, anyone who approaches that illusion will witness it reenact Zhou Yi's movements, displaying the techniques in detail.

This unique teaching method deeply imprints the essence of the martial path into everyone's mind.

Most children gradually recovered from that strange state, and Zhou Yi methodically arranged for them to return home one by one.

Just as he was about to leave, he discovered a child still immersed in that condition.

"What is happening?" Sui Huang's face was full of confusion, showing a worried expression.

Lin Dong's eyes lit up as he stared at the child, exclaiming excitedly, "Human Ancestor, he has attained enlightenment! Truly attained enlightenment!"

As the illusion on the child grew clearer, it even made one think a real tiger was about to burst forth, a chill rising spontaneously.

Even more astonishing, his movements became increasingly fluid and natural, as if he could command the forces of heaven and earth, emitting rumbling booms.

Everyone felt the surrounding spiritual energy continuously converging onto him, forming a massive aura vortex.

"This is truly entering the Dao through martial arts!" Zhou Yi whispered in awe.

Although the child's talent might not suit the traditional path of cultivation, he broke that limitation through the martial way, reaching a new realm of cultivation.

Zhou Yi hurriedly drew people close, quietly observing the child until he slowly retracted his fist, the illusion behind him vanished, and he gradually awoke from that marvelous state, his face full of delight.

He abruptly turned, leapt twice in the air, fully experiencing the light yet powerful force, then hurriedly knelt before Zhou Yi, respectfully saying, "I salute the Human Ancestor!"

"Good child, what is your name?" "Human Ancestor, I am called Beast."

Two years passed swiftly; the child named Beast was placed by Zhou Yi into a hunting squad, carefully instructed by Xiao Ling'er and Shan.

During these two years, the martial path flourished in Human Race society, and more and more people mastered martial techniques.

By merely understanding the basic principles of the boxing methods, people can easily learn martial arts without fearing lingering hidden dangers within their bodies.

Practitioners' constitutions grew stronger, and within a short time, tens of millions of martial enthusiasts emerged.

The fate of the Human Race was greatly uplifted because of this. Watching it all, Zhou Yi felt his heart filled with joy.

"Haha, I never expected that in these few hundred years the Human Race could seize such a wonderful development opportunity!"

"Those saints must already hate me to the bone now."

"They wish the war between wizards and liches would end quickly, so they can turn their aim toward our Human Race."

"However, this situation is also a stumbling block that Dao Ancestor set for himself."

"This kind of predicament cannot be solved easily!"

Zhou Yi stood on a height, laughing aloud. Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be pulled by an invisible force into endless darkness.

Heaven and earth instantly turned dim and silent.

Before his eyes, a massive disc slowly materialized, hovering silently in the darkness, awaiting Zhou Yi to touch it.

The disc was covered with dense, intricate symbols that dazzled the eyes.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, swiftly adjusting his condition.