Nothing can obstruct his fist, nor suppress his will!
Meng Chuan fought with increasing power, enveloping Demon Mountain like a torrential downpour, with his eyes growing brighter, never losing focus.
Inner Realm.
Chaos Divine Mountain surged, ascending a hundred feet higher, its shimmering light seemed to penetrate the barriers of heaven and earth, nurturing him.
Countless days and nights of sweat pouring like raindrops, countless near-death physical combats, countless times breaking the limits of martial arts, all contributing to his profound foundation!
His gaze revealed a hint of understanding.
"Not worshiping immortals and Buddhas, only cultivating oneself, understanding truth with fists and feet!"
This phrase marked his first personal definition of Martial.
The shortcut of incense and immortal ways is a delusion; sect bias is a delusion; only the true intent discovered between fists and feet is the foundation for divine communication and proof of Dao.
True Intent...
