Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 869: 669 Chapter 670 Worship God

Chapter 869: Chapter 669 Chapter 670 Worship God

Chapter 669 Chapter 670 Worshiping the God

“Three days, do you know how I spent these three days? Haha, even if I got caught, even if I went to jail, I felt happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”

A middle-aged man with a weathered face, deep wrinkles on his forehead, and a big beard, laughed loudly at the cara, his eyes hazy from drunkenness.

“On the night of the Seven-nine Destruction Day, I saw Ping’an suppress Zhou Zhen’s White House, destroy the Space Channel, and judge the Speaker. At that mont, I was so excited, it felt like witnessing a God Spirit.”

“I heard that in the East, you need to burn incense and pray to the God Spirit, so I found a shop, bought incense candles, and prayed for a while. You understand, don’t you? These past years, my wife left , my daughter refused to acknowledge as her father, and life’s been so tough. Day in, day out, it’s work, work, and more work; I co ho, collapse into bed, and my heart is bitter.”

“After finishing the prayer, I felt an endless force filling my body, like I beca younger. Moreover, I received a set of martial arts called the Gentle Water Posture and the Wave Breaking Saber. Real martial arts, no joke. After practicing for a night, I felt my strength growing… As for what happened next, I won’t say—watch the video yourselves.”

And then ca the video.

Bearded Jisen, staying up all night and exhilarated by his newfound strength, gathered the courage to request a day off.

He diligently began practicing.

On the third day, when he returned to work, he discovered that he had been marked as absent without leave and docked pay. Trying to appeal to the workstation manager, he was severely reprimanded, and in a fit of rage, he slapped that hateful, fat man to the ground…

The aftermath took an even more dramatic turn. The factory security tried to capture Jisen.

Normally timid as a mouse, Jisen inexplicably beca unbelievably brave, knocking out the guards effortlessly. Then, surrounded by more than thirty guards with sticks, he fought bare-handed, defeated his opponents, breaking bones and tearing muscles, and left in high spirits, declaring he wouldn’t return to this “damned job.”

The video—whoever fild it—captured Jisen’s unstoppable rampage, stirring up fervor.

So factory executives also appeared in the video, only to be punched and kicked by Jisen until they rolled around on the ground vomiting blood.

In Gree State, incidents like workers attacking guards and managers generally don’t make much of a stir.

No matter how exciting the fight, it’s just a spectacle.

After all, nobody died.

The worst injuries were broken limbs.

So suffered concussions.

But the crux of the matter was that this man nad Jisen, nicknad “Green-haired Sen,” had once been infamous for his ekness—even when his wife humiliated him by flaunting her lover in his face, he didn’t dare protest or retaliate.

At the factory workshop, he endured everything without complaint, working fourteen-hour shifts daily for ager pay, barely scraping by.

That soone like him suddenly erupted with such explosive combat power, rivaling professional fighters, was simply unbelievable.

Combined with his claims of worshiping the “God Spirit” and receiving divine martial arts instructions, the matter escalated into a major incident. In just one day, it beca a hot topic.

Why did it beco a hot topic?

Originally, it shouldn’t have gained much traction, but idle people with nothing better to do took a half-serious attitude and decided to try it themselves—buying incense candles, imagining Zhou Ping’an’s image, and sincerely worshiping in their hearts.

As a result, things spiraled out of control.

Zhou Ping’an saw that under the video, there were tens of thousands of comnts.

Most people left shocked remarks: “It’s true—I actually mastered the Sword Technique, and my strength increased from 300 pounds to 1,000 pounds.”

“I just sincerely worshiped, and suddenly a voice appeared in my head, accompanied by a vision of the God Spirit teaching the Stance thod and Sword Technique. Sohow, I grasped them instantly. One day of practice, and I didn’t feel tired at all—just stronger and stronger…”

“Wait, why didn’t I receive any teachings?”

So posts questioned the authenticity, suggesting this was a collective prank.

Those under these posts quickly retaliated with insults: “Anyone with half a brain knows you need to worship sincerely. This isn’t like casually reciting a prayer to so God of Light!”

“Tried and tested firsthand: the more sincere you are, the stronger your desire, the more intense the energy you feel in your body. On the first day, my fist force went from 500 pounds to 1,000 pounds. On the second day, it even reached 3,000 pounds—can you believe it? 3,000 pounds—I punched a stone into dust.”

A skinny young man in red shorts stood beside a green block of stone the size of a human head. With a sharp exhale, he punched the stone to pieces, then, turning, struck the wall of the room, punching a hole clear through.

Judging by the scattered bricks and debris, it was clear the scene wasn’t fake.

As more and more people shared their own video records…

Skepticism largely faded into silence.

More people began worshiping and cultivating quietly.

“Three days, this feather is truly too miraculous. Without noticing, I fell so deeply into comprehension. anwhile, the outside world underwent all of this.”

Zhou Ping’an extended his spiritual power five miles outward and saw a ten-ter-tall golden statue standing in the square by the river. The face of the statue was sculpted in his likeness.

Three days earlier, when construction began, Zhou Ping’an’s trace of living white light infused into the statue’s base had already spread across it, shimring with a faint glow, exuding an extraordinary aura.