"Trapped Heart Monkey, tether the will-horse..."
Bai Yuan muttered to himself.
Yang Fangyu's grandfather was the former Minister of the Ministry of Works and also a Mingxin Grandmaster, so his words naturally carried weight.
"We Martial Artists, whether following the path of the Three Religions or that of a pure Martial Artist, all seek to resist external evils and defend the self."
"From the basics of refining the five gates, developing internal force, and achieving higher perception, all the way to the Mingxin stage and the even more ethereal realm of divine connection—it's all about strengthening oneself."
"A single breath in the chest can withstand ten million soldiers."
"From physical force to perceptual force, and then to mental force, it's all a process of purification. The purer the force, the stronger you naturally become."
...
Bai Yuan's eyes lit up.
He had never heard these theories before.
