The body could approach its limits.
Technique, too, could reach its boundaries.
But will alone could rise above all things.
It could transcend reality itself.
Or rather, those words, [will]...
Could be replaced with a term more familiar to people of the Far East.
[Mind]
A heart that believed...
Could create miracles.
Precisely because it was a [miracle].
Ordinary medicinal herbs could produce a Muzan who possessed Blood Demon Arts, was practically immortal, and even disregarded the conservation of energy...
And came with some decidedly mind-over-matter traits.
He could distribute all sorts of superpowers to his subordinates.
Exposure to sunlight made him rapidly burst into flames on the spot, and he was extremely dependent on human flesh and blood.
It was also precisely because it was a [miracle].
That Red Heaven Venerable could deliver a physical slash.
And with that single stroke, send Muzan into hiding for centuries.
Even after his death, Muzan had never recovered his former arrogance and confidence.
The spirit to charge straight into a city and slaughter every human who dared resist, along with their armed forces, had all been cut away by that one slash.
[Mind]
Was pure [will] and [spirit].
Thinking back, Xia Xi recalled that this had also been recorded in Mythology of Zhongzhou.
The first two genetic stages cultivated physical strength.
The third stage began developing the brain domain.
And at the fourth stage came the light of the soul.
Because Xia Xi had always been in the human faction.
His entire cultivation system had revolved almost exclusively around [physique] and [technique].
It always led him to subconsciously feel that this was purely a sword-fighting film setting.
Even with demons.
They were merely monsters with stronger bodies.
But...
In reality, there was nothing scientific about these demons at all.
Especially those assorted