Faced with Bai Ge's vast, boundless, nearly infinite Microcosm, Dugu Bo knelt. It had nothing to do with cultivation; it was purely a difference in realm.
Comprehending the Sword Dao, or any Dao of Heaven and Earth, was a level in the Douluo Continent plane that only Titled Douluo above rank ninety-five could touch.
Dugu Bo was far too lacking.
Bai Ge's Microcosm was not entirely the same as the Microcosms of the Saints in Saint Seiya.
Saint Seiya itself drew from ancient Greek mythology, then incorporated the concept of the Microcosm proposed by ancient Greek philosophers.
Kurumada added the modern Big Bang theory of the universe's origin, along with Huaxia's concept of the unity of Heaven and man. After cobbling it all together, he came up with the concept of the "Microcosm."
Simply put, it was the limitless potential hidden within the human body. Once one's Microcosm awakened, one could possess all kinds of incredible powers.
So long as one's faith remained firm and one continuously unleashed one's Microcosm, one could gain inexhaustible power.
That was certainly acceptable as the setting of an anime, but as a cultivation method, it was riddled with flaws—a castle in the air.
Human potential came from the origin of life within the body, from the flesh and the soul.
Burn that origin away completely, and the result would be turning to ash and becoming dead.
Wouldn't that mean whoever practiced it would die?
Still, Bai Ge was not surprised.
Those Japanese brats had always been like this. They stole a few superficial scraps from his homeland in his previous life, gave them a new appearance, then tossed in some other miscellaneous nonsense and claimed it as their own.
In truth, they picked up sesame seeds and threw away the watermelon.
Strip away the