Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 91: Spark

At this moment, Zhou Yuanjue's Heart Intent was restrained, his will condensed. It was perfectly whole, and a golden light flickered into existence.

The battle between Feimura Masayuki and Dong Wanming today had deeply shaken his soul, prompting him to reflect once more.

What is the Martial Dao?

Is the Martial Dao merely about combat? Is it just a method for defeating and killing one's opponents?

Transcending the self is the Martial Dao. Forging ever forward is the Martial Dao. Unwavering faith is the Martial Dao. Fearless sacrifice is the Martial Dao. And even ceasing conflict without killing is the Martial Dao.

The Martial Dao is not a set of moves, nor is it a technique. It is a spirit.

It is a spirit within the human race that shines like gold—precious and dazzling.

He knew that in that battle, Feimura Masayuki had truly completed his path of the Guardian Dao, reaching the Mahayana Realm—a state of knowing foolishness yet still acting, of living for the Dao, a state of neither increasing nor decreasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither created nor destroyed.

With just one more opportunity, he could invert life and death and achieve Saint Awakening.

The world was about to have another legend who had reached the Saint Awakening Realm.

On the other hand, he had also gained some insight from Dong Wanming.

At the final moment when Dong Wanming was cornered, under the tidal wave of will from most of the audience, his spirit had expanded infinitely. It seemed to merge completely with the era and its history, linking everyone's spirits together and creating a wondrous effect that almost allowed people to re-witness that part of history.

Even for a top-tier Martial Artist, a single Heart's Desire Bursting Out could only influence one or two people. Legend had it that only a Saint Awakening Level powerhouse could break this limit.

To be a sage within and a king without; to cultivate oneself in order to bring order to the world.

When a Saint Awakening Powerhouse's spirit spread out, it was majestic and grand. Anyone could feel its power and influence, like a Buddha descending to the mortal world or Bodhi arriving to enlighten all beings.

At first, Zhou Yuanjue had thought this was a terrifying technique achieved through the perfect fusion of spirit and body, a breaking of boundaries through immense spiritual power.

But now, he knew it was not merely a matter of having a strong spirit.

Humans possess Empathy. They can sense the joys and sorrows of others, use their own power to influence others' emotions, and even activate their potential.

This was precisely what was so wondrous about humanity. Although an individual's strength was minuscule, under the leadership of a great leader with such powerful Empathy, people could unite as one and display the power to reshape the world.

Sometimes, an individual's impact is small. But at other times, a single person's spirit can influence and forge an entire era.

His spirit grew ever more tranquil, and the candlelight lit within his heart seemed to have changed slightly once more.

From ancient times to the present, humanity has always been surpassing itself, surpassing its era.

Deep within every person's heart, there exists a desire to transcend the self and become stronger.

However, as we age, this desire is perhaps worn down by the twin trials of time and reality. As our organs decline and hormone levels drop, it becomes suppressed deep within our consciousness, causing us to settle for the status quo and cease moving forward.

But this desire is only suppressed; it never truly disappears.

Heaven's movement is ever vigorous; thus, the noble person strives ceaselessly to become stronger.

To transcend the self, to strive upward—this is something etched into our subconscious and our culture.

Zhou Yuanjue's will spread outward. He was trying to mobilize his own emotions, just as Dong Wanming had, to influence the emotions of all life within the surrounding area.

Lying on the living room sofa more than ten meters from the training room, Lu Ming was recuperating from his injuries. He was holding a tablet, binge-watching a TV show called "Dior's Daily Life." He had just reached a classic scene where the male lead, Dior, forcibly kisses the girlfriend of the second male lead, Qiaosen, when he suddenly felt his blood surge and his heart race. An uncontrollable impulse seemed to well up inside him.

'Huh?!'

'I'm having this kind of reaction just from watching this scene? When did my self-control get so bad?'

A hint of confusion flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. The next moment, he felt the impulse growing stronger and stronger. He felt like he...

...wanted to get off the sofa and do a few push-ups?!

'What the hell? How could I have such a terrifying thought?!'

Lu Ming took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm his emotions. To his surprise, not only did it have no effect, but his spirit also began to grow agitated.

'No, I can't do this! It's such a beautiful day, the sun is so bright, the air is so fresh... how can I waste my youth holed up here like a bum, watching these trashy romance-action shows?'

'I have to do something!'

Lu Ming suddenly scrambled up from the sofa, tossed his tablet aside, and turned to walk toward the villa's courtyard. He was going to practice a set of forms to salvage his squandered youth.

However, just as he stepped into the courtyard, the urge to strive suddenly seemed to vanish. His spirit calmed down from its agitated state, and he no longer felt flushed.

Confused, Lu Ming scratched his head, walked back into the living room, and lay back down on the sofa, ready to continue his show.

But unexpectedly, he had barely been lying there for a moment when the impulse reappeared in his heart.

He tried it a few more times and discovered that the feeling would quickly disappear as soon as he left the living room. Conversely, the moment he entered the living room, that restless feeling—the sense that he was a good-for-nothing wasting his time and had to do something to save his pathetic life—would come flooding back.

'What is going on?! Am I seeing things?!'

An incredulous look flashed across Lu Ming's face. Suddenly, as if he understood something, he turned his gaze toward the training room not far from the living room.

'There's no doubt about it. The only way something this weird could happen is if that guy is up to something.'

'What has he figured out this time?! The ability to influence people's emotions?'

A look of amazement crossed Lu Ming's face. He often wondered if that guy's brain was even built like a normal human's.

He grabbed his tablet and left the living room, vowing never to hang around the training room again. Who knew what kind of bizarre stuff that terrifying, inhuman monster would cook up next.

Better to run than to get involved.

After Lu Ming left, Zhou Yuanjue, who was in the training room, quickly retracted his diffused will. The experiment was a great success. However, it was also because the target was only one person, Lu Ming. If the number of individuals he tried to influence increased, the effect probably wouldn't be as good. Moreover, the influence he could generate was still quite simple; he couldn't freely control its effects.

He would only know the true extent of its effects after more practice and experimentation.

Still, this was already a significant breakthrough. The shift from influencing an individual to a group had elevated his understanding and perception of the mind and will to a new level.

Perhaps soon, once he had mastered this will, it would have a much better effect when facing multiple enemies at once.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

"This will is born from Empathy, like a spark that ignites a certain emotion or ideal in the human heart. From now on, I'll call it 'Star Fire'."

Zhou Yuanjue slowly opened his eyes. With the help of the supreme Heart Technique, the Lamp Burning Technique, he had lit another bright lamp within his will.