For the Soul Masters of Douluo Continent, most had powerful Soul Skills, but their bodies were generally nothing special.
Even when they obtained Soul Rings, their bodies were only tempered enough to withstand higher-level rings.
Beast Martial Soul Masters gained physical strength through Martial Soul Possession, but that strength came from their Martial Souls, not from bodies forged through training.
Only holders of Body Martial Souls, or Soul Masters who spent years tempering their flesh and blood, possessed truly formidable physiques. And when it came to body cultivation, the Body Sect was its foremost representative.
Of course, the people of Douluo Continent did not know this.
Training the body would let someone withstand a higher-level Soul Ring. In other words, even a Soul Scholar could bear a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as their First Soul Ring.
That did not include a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, of course. Such a ring also tested one's mental strength.
Across countless worlds and paths of cultivation, body cultivation was always a viable road. But it was arduous and slow, and few were willing to devote themselves to it.
The blood-red scythe whistled through the air, its blade slicing through the crimson tentacles charging from Luo Yu's body.
Its sharp edge tore easily through flesh. The severed tentacles twitched in midair. Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow, keenly sensing that the long, blood-red scythe in his hand was quietly devouring the wisps of Baleful Qi drifting through the air.
It seems Ming Lord grows by absorbing Baleful Qi. In theory, it could grow without limit. But which will happen first? Will I sink into endless slaughter, or will I master it completely?
Huo Yuhao did not fear the corrupting will to kill. He had passed Asura's trials and witnessed the most savage killing intent. His will