While Chen Yi refined the equipment, Fire Dragon contemplated the Hundred Battles Monument.
The seemingly ordinary character for battle became something entirely different when imbued with a powerful warrior's battle Intent.
Will was a powerful force.
A force that not even seventh-rank beings dared to ignore.
When a powerhouse reached reality, their will naturally did the same.
A clash of wills was nothing more than a contest between strength and weakness.
There would never be a situation where a will simply vanished into thin air.
A powerful will could distort reality!
A powerful will could blur Life and Death!
A powerful will could surpass Deity!
But will alone was not enough. Everything needed support.
A weak body could not contain a powerful soul, and a weak soul could not bear a powerful will.
That was why Bi Jiu had remained stuck at the Five Decays of the Heavenly Being for over a hundred thousand years, unable to advance even a fraction.
His soul had already reached its limit and could no longer bear a stronger will.
He had to undergo sublimation and complete a leap in life.
Fire Dragon used the battle characters left behind by those powerhouses to learn from their interpretations of combat.
More than ten years passed in a row before Fire Dragon suddenly stopped.
It could sense its own progress, but something still seemed to be missing.
Fire Dragon kept recalling Chen Yi's warning.
"Origin is your ultimate interpretation of a certain path."
"An ultimate interpretation unlike any other!"
"An interpretation that belongs only to you!"
It seemed to have gone in the wrong direction.
Fire Dragon could not help feeling discouraged, though it vaguely grasped a trace of opportunity.
But that trace of opportunity was far too hazy.
The Bodhi Tree's leaves rustled like waves