Boom!
Boundless Bright Light erupted from the Blood Saint's eyes. Every strand of radiance contained terrifying power; a single ray seemed capable of piercing through the great thousand worlds.
He wanted to see through Zhao Cheng, uncover Zhao Cheng's secrets, and find out just how he had attained such a realm of mind with such feeble power.
After all, though the mind was ethereal and difficult to cultivate, with little outward display of power, at the beginning of cultivation, no matter how powerful one's mind was, one could still be beaten to death by someone weak-minded wielding absolute force.
But there was one thing: no supreme power could be governed without a supreme mind.
If the mind was not strong enough, one would never be able to set foot in overly lofty realms.
Yet conversely, if one's power was not strong enough, it was likewise difficult to nurture a powerful mind.
The mind needed nourishment too.
To cultivate the mind, power was extremely important. If one's power was insufficient, one could not stand high. And if one could not stand high, one could not even see what form heaven and earth truly took—so how could one speak of strengthening the mind?!
By mere wishful thinking or hypnosis, the so-called firmness and so-called strength born under such circumstances were no more than an empty shell.
A truly powerful mind had to be vast and boundless, filled with infinite splendor and endless colors.
If there was only the pale whiteness of nothingness, then such a mind was so fragile that it was inferior even to an ordinary person's. It simply could not govern extraordinary power, much less nurture astonishing power.
To Wuluo, Zhao Cheng's power was naturally so strong as to be utterly irresistible. Creating worlds with a single thought—such a divine