The Struggle of the Martial Dao

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions rang out again and again from Chen Yan's body.

The instant his Self Universes collided, they exploded.

Though he had already forged some True Martial Power, that wisp was still far too weak to bridge the gap between the Self Universes of two Martial Dao Paths.

Qi and Blood and Horizontal Refinement were polar opposites.

They seemed to follow the same course, but their rules clashed everywhere.

It was hard to imagine that the Lord of Body Tempering and the Lord of Qi and Blood were father and son.

They were more like enemies.

The rules of the Body Tempering Path wholly denied and suppressed those of the Qi and Blood Path.

"Could my idea be wrong?"

Cracked, blood-red lines spread across Chen Yan's face, only to be forcibly repaired by his Immortal Will.

Doubt began to creep into Chen Yan's mind.

But the moment it surfaced, he crushed it.

He could allow others to doubt him, but he could never doubt himself.

The moment he did, that would be the beginning of every failure.

It just hurt too much.

It was like being forged in reverse by fire.

When the Self Universes collided and exploded, every particle throughout Chen Yan's body shattered and crumbled.

The pain did not come from the instant of collapse.

It came from the instant of repair.

The moment his pain nerves healed, agony truly struck.

Then his pain nerves collapsed again.

But Chen Yan could not stop repairing them.

It was as if he were trying to fuse ice and fire together.

If he stopped trying to fuse them, the ice and fire would no longer collide.

In other words, Chen Yan was choosing to seek out pain.

Chen Yan lowered his head, his body trembling faintly. Then, in