Li Jing sat cross-legged, his eyelids drooped as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, or as if he had entered meditation.
Nine Great Tripods surrounded his body. Countless characters emerged, some even forming patterns resembling fist and foot movements.
"Nine Tripods Fist?"
"Securing the world with the tripods!?"
As Li Jing delved into comprehension, the nine tripods buzzed non-stop, and a set of unprecedented fist skills emerged in his mind.
Could it be that this set of fist and foot skills was a legacy of the Great Xia Dynasty?
Thinking of this, Li Jing's eyes suddenly brightened!
Great Xia was undoubtedly the most ancient civilization on Earth. Because of this, everything about it was a mystery. But one thing was undeniable: when Great Xia thrived, Earth was absolutely a world for cultivators. Whether it was groups or individual strength, none could compare to those of later generations.
As he pondered, a new marker appeared on Li Jing's skill template.
