Liu Luo

The cliffs rose sheer, and waves battered the shore. Amid the crashing surf, countless sprays of foam burst into white.

Meng Qi sat at the edge of the cliff, watching the tide ebb and flow, his thoughts adrift and circling around the words "heart of the Martial Way" Wu Jizhen had spoken.

He had no shortage of an unwavering Martial Way Will that relied on himself. Whether it was a "grandpa" or a divine weapon, they were only useful for a time; he had never become dependent on them. He did not panic in danger or shrink from life and death. Compared with many Grandmasters, his Martial Way Will was so strong it was almost absurd.

But did that mean his Martial Way Will was complete?

Martial Way Will involved the fusion of the physical body, the Dharma Form, and the Primordial Spirit. It was crucial to climbing the third step of the Heavenly Ladder and forming a Dharmakaya. Flesh and Blood Have Spirit was also related to it, so Meng Qi attached great importance to it. After Wu Jizhen's words, he had thought hard about it for many days.

Was Martial Way Will without a heart of the Martial Way like a body without a soul, losing its drive to press forward as soon as it achieved a short-term goal?

And what was a true heart of the Martial Way like? The moment this question arose, familiar faces appeared in Meng Qi's mind. Master Lu was devoted to both love and the sword, while Jiang Zhiwei was fervent in her pursuit of the Sword Dao. They pursued these things not merely to advance, gain strength, or improve their realm. If anything, improving their realm only allowed them to pursue and explore more deeply. They revered the Martial Way, yearned