The Ideals of Witches from Two Worlds

Its imposing might was so immense that it blotted out the three hundred and sixty-five radiant great stars overhead, along with the hundred thousand-odd flickering lesser stars.

Lu Ren could not help but praise him. "Though born from turbid qi and devoid of spirit and divine thought, the strength of your physical body alone is enough to walk through chaos without fearing spatial ruptures or the erosion of Chaotic Qi. You can even use it to temper your body and forge your mind."

His eyes shone brightly. As Yi lunged at him, Lu Ren merely stirred a thought. Yi immediately felt the entire world roar in an instant, an indescribable crushing force seeming to press down upon him from every direction. At that moment, even his movements came to an abrupt halt.

An unbearable pressure erupted, so heavy that every muscle in his body seemed ready to give way with a shriek. Yi was crushed flat onto the ground, and the condensed force of his qi, blood, and soul instantly scattered into nothing.

Watching Yi lie face-down on the ground and struggle to rise, Lu Ren said calmly, "The path of becoming a saint through strength is the most arduous one. Taken to its extreme, it grants the great power to shatter the void with brute force. But if you cultivate only the body and not the spirit, it will all end in emptiness."

After a pause, Lu Ren said, "Practice fists without cultivating inner power, and you'll have nothing to show for it in old age. Yi, no matter what you do, you will never attain the Dao."

Crack! Crack!

Yi's bones groaned, his muscles tightening like bowstrings. Then, to Lu Ren's great surprise, he forcibly raised his head and stared directly at Lu Ren.

"What I seek is