The speed of 40 Mach is the limit for the full release of True Qi by a Middle-level Martial Saint; it cannot be sustained for long.

But Zhou Leng is the Star Child.

Mach... 60 Mach...

When the speed reached 80 Mach, Zhou Leng’s rate of increase in speed began to diminish.

In a vacuum environment, as long as there is thrust, speed will continue to increase.

Mach means a speed approaching 100,000 kilometers per hour.

Three hours later, Zhou Leng stood on the moon.

Looking up, Earth, 380,000 kilometers away, appeared as a small blue-white disc.

Scanning the surroundings, under the pitch-black deep space, the lunar ground appeared gray-white under sunlight.

Zhou Leng leisurely strolled on the moon, picking up a few real lunar stones as souvenirs.

In front stood a famous "Martial Saint Monument."

The giant basalt monument was brought by human Martial Saints, visible from Earth using high-power telescopes.

Names appeared one by one on the monument.

Many Middle-rank or higher Martial Saints from Earth come here to leave their names.

Zhou Leng looked at the familiar names above, raised his hand, and with his fingertip as a pen, left his name on it.

Zhou Leng was here.

Leaving a mark on the moon, he turned to gaze at the dazzling sun at the end of the starry sky.

According to the records of the Ancient River Sect, upon reaching Upper-Rank Martial Saint or Peak Martial Saint, one must cultivate inside the sun.

The Undying Star Body also requires cultivation in the sun.

But so far, no human has managed to enter, not due to the distance.

A round trip for a Peak Martial Saint takes just over 400 days.

However, a normal Peak Martial Saint cannot sustain against the destructive Star Power and the energy of the sun in the starry sky.

But with the Divine Techniques of the Star Child, one can go without any concerns.

Zhou Leng glanced again at the sun, planning to cultivate inside it for self-improvement once he advances several more realms.

But for now, he has more crucial matters to attend to.

Zhou Leng crouched slightly, his legs suddenly thickening, and fiercely stomped the moon.

Crack...

The ground collapsed, and Zhou Leng shot out, returning to Earth at an astonishing speed.

Xiong City, Lin Yinghun’s quadrangle courtyard.

Wu Duanxiong, An Tianzhi, and multiple Martial Saints gathered here, looking at the calmly composed Lin Yinghun.

Lin Yinghun, the one-armed Martial Saint, possesses only one arm but can perform the Great Destruction Fist, essentially invincible against peers.

Wu Duanxiong sighed, "Yinghun, tell me honestly, did you deliberately hold back?"

Lin Yinghun decisively replied, "No."

"You..." Wu Duanxiong shook his head.

Lin Yinghun looked at the disappointed Martial Saints with an odd gaze.

"I think you greatly misunderstand Zhou Leng’s strength."

"We know Zhou Leng gave you a pill for your rapid progress, but saying that shows little regard for us old friends."

Lin Yinghun’s expression grew even stranger.

"Do you know about the Giant Whale Bigtooth?"

"Certainly, the most powerful Middle-rank Demigod of the Sea Demon Race, spanning two hundred meters, even larger than a Giant Dragon of the same realm. Without exception, even you would be helpless against him. In water, he is the top Middle-rank Demigod of the Ten Realms. How did he lose?"

"Zhou Leng confronted him directly, delivering punches from his head to his tail. It took him eleven punches to pierce through his body."

"Really?"

"Really."

The Martial Saints looked at each other.

"Could it be the Giant Whale Bigtooth’s power diminished because it’s a Sea Siren and was on land?"

Lin Yinghun said, "Then do you know Hundred Mountain Wood?"

"Of course, a peerless genius, despite having only the ordinary Giant Bloodline, he continuously breaks through, outmatching the Golden Giants, a rarity in a millennium."

"He and Zhou Leng exchanged punches face-to-face; on the fifth punch, he flew backward, lying on the ground motionless."

"He is a Giant, possibly yielding to Zhou Leng."

"Plus Holy Hall Thunder, Black Wine, Radiant Scaled, and..."

Lin Yinghun shook his single arm, his sleeve shattered, revealing a swollen arm to the crowd.

Martial Saints pondered briefly and observed carefully.

Only to find Lin Yinghun’s arm, no matter how examined, appeared as only a minor injury, with very light injuries, just from fingertip to shoulder, injured very uniformly.

Skin, muscle, blood vessels, bones, many parts showed damage, but none were serious.

Such injuries, not even Martial Saints, even Innate ones, could quickly heal.

Yet Lin Yinghun deliberately maintained this state, as if waiting for them to see, but clearly not the reason.

Soon, the Martial Saints discerned the mystery, falling silent.

An Tianzhi glanced at teacher Wu Duanxiong, "Senior Lin, if I guess correctly, the reason you’re not healing is you’re pondering how Zhou Leng achieved such precision?"

"Yes. Initially, I considered it a normal injury. But after carefully using martial arts perception to observe, I found a powerful force individually injured every cell in my arm, each injury uniformly and subtly distributed, not wasting a single ounce of power... I pondered for long but couldn’t imagine how someone’s power could reach such precision."

An Tianzhi checked the Demon Brain, "A human arm contains at least 150 billion cells, meaning Zhou Leng’s power could, during your punch, evenly affect them... this suggests he can now manipulate the most subtle cells of the body, no wonder he can control his body to transform into a Beastman, something we cannot achieve..."

Wu Duanxiong placed a hand on Lin Yinghun’s arm, closed his eyes, and used martial arts perception.

Subsequently, other Martial Saints sensed in sequence, eventually bowing their heads in contemplation.

After much time, An Tianzhi asked, "Do you all have an answer, seniors?"

Some remained silent, others gently shook their heads.

Lin Yinghun withdrew his arm, "In that moment, do you know what I saw when I looked at Zhou Leng?"

The crowd stared at Lin Yinghun.

"Like a god in the sky."

All fell silent.

The saints gradually left, An Tianzhi trailing behind Wu Duanxiong.

After a while, An Tianzhi said, "Teacher, I want to learn Ancient River Sect martial arts."

Wu Duanxiong continued walking normally, but his heart was mixed with emotions.

Logically, he knew people strive upward, especially since he previously stated after An Tianzhi reaches the status of a saint, he should seek his own Martial Saint path.

Yet emotionally, he couldn’t accept his most proud disciple switching allegiance to the Ancient River Sect.

Indeed, humanity now doesn’t adhere to strict teaching traditions like in ancient times; technically, it’s a teacher-student relationship, not a master-disciple relationship. Just like no one says an elementary student going up to middle school can’t acknowledge middle school teachers.

But Wu Duanxiong still felt uncomfortable.

In his youth, he criticized those clinging to old sect and apprenticeship systems, consistently advocating for martial arts to spread under a normal teacher-student system, not to stifle human martial arts development.

Yet when faced with his own situation, that feeling...

After a long time, Wu Duanxiong stopped, gazing into the distance.

"Lately, I’ve felt my body growing heavier, possibly unable to travel much further. You’re young, and if you believe this new path is right, walk boldly, fear nothing..."

"Human beings have managed to walk from millions of years ago to the present not because we kept spinning in circles on the old path, but because there are always those who overcome fear and carve a new path..."

"Move forward, boldly, fear nothing."

An Tianzhi looked at his teacher’s back, the Martial Saint body, knelt down, bowed three times, then turned and left.