Liang Shuo, who was born in the world of Gaowu, one day gained the ability to project his consciousness into other worlds.
The first time he projected, he came to a civilization of cultivating immortals where martial arts declined.
"Senior brother! Senior brother! A reckless man came down the mountain, and he punched his uncle's magic weapon and exploded it!"
"Senior brother! He hit people with rocks and insisted that it was the art of controlling objects!"
"Senior brother! What did that guy say he was... A sports student? We can't stop him!"
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What is Tao?
For the monk, it is the way to pursue immortality; for the businessman, it is the way to gain wealth; for the scholar, it is the way to seek knowledge.
"But what is your martial arts?"
I don't know how many times the person in front of me asked Liang Shuo again. And all his answers were—
"It's the sword in your hand. Wherever the blade points, it's all in the sky; it's the energy in your heart. Wherever your mind goes, it's freedom."
"Martial arts, this is the way to reach heaven!"
