Epiphany, Formations, They're All Praising Me!

When he finished speaking, Meng Chuan opened his closed eyes, rose from afar, and cupped his fists toward Li Wenshu in thanks.

Afterward, feeling that still was not solemn enough, he gave Heavenly King Li a deep bow as well.

Although the other man's earlier words had mainly been directed at the challengers in the contestants' section, they had also greatly enlightened him.

In the past, Meng Chuan had always felt that he was doing something unprecedented.

Thus, the journey of creating the [Martial Divine Skill] and opening up the true path of martial arts had been lonely—a road he walked alone.

Now, he no longer felt that way.

In true martial arts, he was both the mountaintop and the foot of the mountain.

Learning the strengths of a hundred schools and transforming them into his own martial arts was the path of climbing from the mountain's foot to its summit.

Gathering the brilliance of the pinnacle and tracing martial arts back to their source was likewise a path of seeking one's roots from the mountaintop down to the mountain's foot.

Casting aside every burden upon himself and seeking True Martial was also an act of holding fast to the love in his heart.

Martial Will was vast, yet also small.

True Martial Will—the will of "True Martial"—was precisely this pure.

He immersed his entire mind within his body, observing the turmoil currently unfolding in his inner realm as he slowly mobilized his will to guide it all.

Gradually...

Amid the thunderous rumbling, his Chaos Divine Mountain suddenly began to change. Rather than continuing to grow upward, it started sinking downward.

It sank into the earth, burying itself deep. It became hundreds of zhang shorter, and even the peak tip that had never been seen before was revealed.

Settling...

Compacting...