A Spring Thunderclap Scatters the Soul

At the Sound of Spring Thunder, the Soul Scatters. At that time, Hong Yi had asked: since one sought transcendence, cultivating nature and life together, training soul and corporeal spirit alike, what exactly was the difference between the Yang God and the Human Immortal? This terror was a hundred, a thousand times more horrifying than visualizing Yaksha King, Rakshasa King, Asura King, hell, white bones, and the like! The stronger the soul and the more powerful one's thoughts, the more precise one's control over the body became. Naturally, martial arts training would yield twice the result with half the effort. After sitting down, Hong Yi silently took stock of his achievements over the past five months. "If I keep training like this, I will surely achieve something. I imagine entering the Martial Student realm is not far off. Perhaps before long, my body will become as tough as copper skin. Only then will I truly cast off the state of being unable to truss even a chicken, becoming a man accomplished in both letters and martial arts." Hiss! It was precisely because of this that he was impervious to a hundred evils, powerful beyond imagination. "In the future, should I cultivate the Yang God or the Human Immortal? Which path should I take?" At this thought, Hong Yi's mind began to waver. This oppressive force was a hundred times stronger than when he faced his father, Hong Xuanji! Such progress could indeed be called astonishingly swift. It had just begun to rain, and with no sunlight, it was the perfect time to roam freely and temper his soul. That was what it meant to be a match for ten men. At the very least, one had to complete the Martial Master realm and enter the Xiantian realm before having the