The Rule-Breaker of the Doomsday Game

"It’s done! I finally did it!"

A smile spread across Qi Suian’s face.

He had put himself through hell and back to get this far.

In the end, he had modified his own body using the Profound Virus as the foundation. He used his "Slanting Wind and Drizzling Rain" state as nourishment, as it contained the Power of the Limit derived from his limit-burning cells.

After this series of modifications, Qi Suian had generated his own force.

’Alright, calling it a force isn’t entirely accurate. It’s actually a neural reaction formed with the Profound Virus as the host body, which then expands and develops from there.’

’It just has a structure similar to a true force, allowing it to serve as a substitute.’

’For an Ancient Martial Artist, their force is also an intangible, formless power. It’s an enhancement created by consciously guiding energy through the coordinated effort of their muscles, bones, organs, and blood.’

’So, in essence, it’s all about the interplay between physique and Spirit.’

’Next up is more experimentation.’

’I’ll treat Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin as a single phase and train them first.’

’As for the last three stages of force, I’ll deal with them later. Once you get to Dan Jin, things start getting a bit too esoteric.’

’Once I’ve mastered the basics of the first three forces, I’ll try to erase all that so-called Martial Dao Will and Martial Dao Intuition.’

This esoteric "mumbo-jumbo" was one of the main barriers to entry for Ancient Martial Arts. Success was only possible for those who possessed talent, perseverance, opportunity, and resources in equal, indispensable measure.

Lacking even one of those things meant getting stuck, just like Cao Li, who was held back from middle age until his later years. If he hadn’t entered the apocalypse game, he would have spent his entire life at the Hua Jin stage.

Unfortunately, Qi Suian lacked the most crucial ingredient: talent. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Cao Li could at least comprehend it, but Qi Suian couldn’t at all. As a human from the Profound World, how could he possibly possess the innate abilities of someone from the Ancient Martial World?

’Ming Jin is primarily external training, focusing on the External Power Pile Skill.’

’It strengthens the skin, muscles, and bones.’

’For me, this isn’t too difficult. I don’t need to spend ages grinding away at it.’

Qi Suian recalled the Ming Jin sections of the Soul-Devouring Fist and the Soul-Devouring Palm.

As Evil Dao Ancient Martial Arts, their fighting styles were insidious and vicious, to say the least.

The training methods were absolutely lethal. Just practicing the pile skill of a single one of these arts could lead to numerous hidden injuries, permanent side effects, or even instant death if one wasn’t careful.

The conditioning regimens, meanwhile, used fiercely potent "tiger-wolf medicines" that no ordinary person could endure. When paired with the deadly pile skills, if you didn’t reach the entry-level in three days, you’d be a disgrace to the very name of the Evil Dao.

And after reaching the entry-level—aside from the fact that it was trying to kill you—it could be said that your foundation would be stable and your force pure and deep.

The issue with these two evil skills was simple: they were very likely to kill you. But they also offered the rapid advancement typical of the Evil Dao without creating foundational problems.

But Qi Suian was different. He wasn’t practicing a single pile skill, but the overlapping Ming Jin training methods of the Soul-Devouring Fist, the Soul-Devouring Palm, and the Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Eating Evil Skill combined.

As long as he could withstand the highly potent tiger-wolf conditioning medicine, which was akin to a deadly poison, and survive the Life-taking Triple Stake, he could absolutely reach Ming Jin Perfection within twenty-four hours, without a doubt.

They were designed for rapid results, and as top-tier Evil Dao Ancient Martial Arts, if they were slow, they’d be completely useless.

Therefore, as long as one was tough enough to survive it, ascending to the heavens in a single step was no empty boast.

"Given my constitution, I can handle the Life-taking Triple Stake, but this tiger-wolf conditioning medicine... it’s not quite cutting it," Qi Suian muttered.

It wasn’t that the medicine was too strong. On the contrary, compared to Qi Suian’s needs, its potency was far too weak.

Ever since the zombie apocalypse began in the Profound World, Qi Suian had practically been living in a vat of medicine.

Combined with his unique Profound Cells, the medicine’s effects could barely make a dent in him.

’Then I’ll just increase the dosage tenfold... no, a hundredfold. And then I’ll go all out with the Life-taking Triple Stake!’

Qi Suian didn’t hesitate to up the intensity.

As for the possibility of dying? It was practically a guarantee.

Qi Suian knew that for any normal person, both the pile skill and the conditioning medicine would be a lethal poison or, at best, a fatal overload.

For Qi Suian, it was also life-threatening.

He just wasn’t *guaranteed* to die, that’s all.

After all, this was only for the Ming Jin stage. If he were practicing an orthodox Ancient Martial Technique, the worst that could happen from training improperly was an injury. How could it possibly leave behind so-called hidden injuries and permanent side effects?

Death was a common outcome—why else would it be called the Life-taking Triple Stake?

Of course, part of the danger was because Qi Suian was practicing the Triple Stake. If he were only practicing the pile skill from a single Evil Dao Ancient Martial Art, the risk to his life would be significantly lower.

But the results would be far, far inferior.

Furthermore, the three Evil Dao Ancient Martial Arts formed a complete set. They earned the label "top-tier" because a special type of force was generated at each stage of cultivation.

If any part was missing, it would be impossible to cultivate the ultimate force of the Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Eating Evil Skill.

Each of these special forces was an integral part of the evil skill. To unleash its full power, one had to cultivate every single part to perfection.

However, Qi Suian also knew he could never practice it to true perfection. Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin at least only involved the physical body. He’d probably have to modify the later stages—Dan Jin, Gang Jin, and Jie Jin—into something that suited him.

’Let’s try the pile skill first.’

With that thought, Qi Suian chugged the entire tiger-wolf conditioning tonic prepared by the AI.

The taste was far from pleasant. He decided that next time, he should just have it injected directly into his stomach to avoid the risk of throwing it up from the taste alone.

’I don’t feel anything...’

’My own force is too overwhelming, and my tolerance to medicine is too high. This isn’t working.’

’Concentrate it another ten times and give me another dose.’

Qi Suian knew that boosting his stats was secondary; his attributes were already up to par. The real goal was to enhance his force.

His force was an artificial product, created by modifying his own cells with the Profound Virus, unlike the force from the Ancient Martial World.

They used their force to strengthen their physiques, whereas Qi Suian, at his current stage, could only nurture his force until it was on par with his physique.

So, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t feel it. As long as his force was growing, that was all that mattered.

The AI decisively injected the next dose directly into Qi Suian’s stomach, cutting out the middleman—his mouth—from taking a cut.

This time, the medicinal effects were finally potent enough to kick in.

"AI, begin real-time monitoring and assist me in guiding the force with the pile skill."

Because he was using the Triple Stake, Qi Suian could clearly feel the difference.

A single art would have its own specialty, but the three-in-one version, despite its heretical nature as an Evil Dao Ancient Martial Art, had no flaws or omissions.

Taking Swallow Wing Fist as an example, its foundation was in fist techniques, so its Ming Jin stage pile skill was more geared toward punches.

But from the monitoring data provided by the AI, Qi Suian could see that these three top-tier Evil Dao Ancient Martial Arts could strengthen every part of the body trained during the Ming Jin stage to the absolute limit.

’No wonder it requires such a potent conditioning medicine. Without enough potency, you’d just drop dead after one session.’

And this was the level of consumption for Qi Suian when he was only nurturing and enhancing his force, without even trying to strengthen his physique.

However, the corresponding growth was also extremely rapid. The force that was originally just a tiny wisp had already grown to the thickness of his thumb.

This was already considered the level of Ming Jin Perfection.

A single practice session, lasting just one hour, and Qi Suian had already reached Ming Jin Perfection.

’I’ve already succeeded.’

’As expected of Evil Dao Ancient Martial Arts. The progress is just that fast.’

[Multiple internal injuries detected. Now proceeding to...]

The AI quickly pointed out the various hidden dangers that had formed in Qi Suian’s body as a result of his rapid advancement.

’A stable foundation, pure force... and a body riddled with hidden injuries...’

’But then again, where did these hidden injuries come from? My physique is far superior to a normal Ming Jin practitioner’s.’

[Based on data analysis, the quantity and quality of your Ming Jin far exceed that of a normal Ming Jin Ancient Martial Artist by more than a hundredfold.]

[Furthermore, the nascent forms of two special forces, the Silk Binding Force and the String-Breaking Force, are likely forming, leading to a substantial increase in destructive power.]

Setting aside the quantity and quality for a moment—being top-tier, it was bound to be stronger than normal Ming Jin.

The Silk Binding Force and String-Breaking Force, meanwhile, were the special features from the first stage of the Soul-Devouring Fist and the Soul-Devouring Palm.

Their full names were the Yin Snake Silk Binding Force and the Ghost Cat String-Breaking Force.

They required completing the Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin stages to fully form. Since Qi Suian was only at the Ming Jin stage, they were just nascent prototypes, but they had already given his force its first special characteristics.

There were two more special force stages and a combined force stage after that, but Qi Suian temporarily set them aside, as he wasn’t confident he could successfully cultivate them yet.

This so-called "special force" likely allowed Qi Suian to apply special effects to his attacks.

’In other words, these three Evil Dao Ancient Martial Arts are so overbearing that even I would get injured.’

’No wonder Cao Li’s path was mainly one of re-cultivation. If a newcomer tried to practice this, not one in ten thousand would survive.’

Qi Suian understood. The Soul-Devouring and Spirit-Eating Evil Skill was best used as a supplementary practice, not a primary one.

As a primary discipline, no ordinary person could possibly survive it.

The only outcome was death. If even Qi Suian, with his 2.1 in dual attributes, accumulated hidden injuries, what hope did an ordinary person have?

[If you had chosen to complete the training over a twenty-four-hour period without concentrating and doubling the medicinal dosage, you could have avoided the multiple injuries.]

The AI was basically telling him he’d been too hasty; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

"Fine, just initiate deactivation," Qi Suian said. He couldn’t be bothered to rest and recover. A simple "death-reforging" would clear out all the hidden injuries.

It was such a convenient method; of course he was going to make full use of it.

The AI’s deactivation process went smoothly. After Qi Suian was revived, his entire body felt much lighter.

’Now that I’ve recovered, I’ve noticed a problem. The Ming Jin force in my body seems to hurt a little, and it hurts even more when I circulate it.’

Qi Suian had discovered a blind spot.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t felt the pain before. It was just that compared to the intensity of all the other pain he’d been enduring, the ache from the Ming Jin force was small fry, completely unworthy of his notice.

But now that he had recovered and the other sources of pain had subsided, he could finally feel that strange, distinct ache.

[The intensity and quantity of your force are too high for you to only be at the Ming Jin stage. The internal pressure on your body is excessive. Please complete the An Jin and Hua Jin stages of cultivation as soon as possible.]

’So, it’s an imbalance. I just need to strengthen the other parts to match.’

’But An Jin and Hua Jin won’t be that easy.’

’Even going as fast as possible, An Jin will take me at least ten days.’