"My path—"
Lu Yi paused, weighing his words.
"I hope to use my own abilities to carve out a Pure Land free of oppression, then share what I can do with the people there."
Ever since Huo Yuhao had mastered a few simple Spells despite the copied Wand being utterly incompatible with him, Lu Yi had harbored this idea.
Since he had come to the Douluo World, he could not let magic be nothing more than a flower that bloomed for a moment and vanished.
If he could, he might even open a school of magic.
Soul Masters limited by their Martial Souls were naturally the best candidates to learn magic.
Given the mental strength magic required, most Soul Masters would probably need to reach Soul Ancestor or even Soul King before they could master basic Spells.
At that point, the combat power magic offered would hardly be worth their notice. No one would want to spend time and effort learning an entirely new body of knowledge.
But for those with support, healing, food, or unusual Martial Souls, magic would be far more useful.
In fact, they made up the majority of Soul Masters. The ratio of students in the Outer Court made that clear: assault, control, agility, and defense Battle Soul Masters together accounted for no more than half. Most of the rest were the people he hoped to reach.
Their bodies were not naturally strong, and their combat abilities were limited. Magic would hold much greater appeal for them.
Of course, Lu Yi could only put any of these plans into practice once he was strong enough himself. Otherwise, how could he attract others to join him?
"So you want to found a sect."
Mu En nodded as though it were obvious. "Like ancestor Tang San founded the