What was life? Loa had asked himself this question more than once.
After obtaining the Red Rhombus Crystal, he always set aside some time each day, apart from his routine cultivation, to ponder this seemingly simple question that he could never quite explain. What exactly did life mean to him?
He traced his own origins.
Those years of bitter struggle under the Heavenly Pillar Method had been the time in his life when he felt the meaning of "life" most deeply.
The Heavenly Pillar Method did not seek outward. Its core lay in seeking inward-treating the body as the most intricate furnace between heaven and earth, using powerful will and specific methods to temper every inch of the spine, then radiating outward from the spine to the entire body, raising the level of one's life little by little.
Pain, loneliness, sweat, repeated tempering steeped in iron and blood-ultimately, while still at the Saint stage, he had reached a level where his physical body alone rivaled the Saint-level limit.
In theory, such a thing was utterly impossible. Even a Dragonblood Warrior like Linley had only raised his bloodline concentration to that level after being bathed in Azure Dragon Essence Blood. Yet Loa had relied on nothing but a mortal body to get there.
What that mortal body had displayed-the astonishing potential its blood, flesh, sinews, and bones unleashed at their limits-still struck him as inconceivable whenever he thought of it.
What was life to me? A miracle, the wonder of creation, infinite possibility.
A mortal could reach this point through will and sweat. Life itself was the greatest miracle in this universe.
Precisely because he had personally clawed his way out of the dirt, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the power hidden within a person could be.
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