Sun Miaoxing began to explain.
Looking at the towering mountains in the distance, breathing in the fragrant scent from the entire field of medicinal herbs, he said, "Each of us possesses a Divine Soul, which becomes increasingly stronger with cultivation and age."
"However, the strength of the Divine Soul is limited by the physique. The physique is a foundation, within which the Divine Soul can fluctuate. More or less doesn't matter."
At this point, Sun Miaoxing pulled a blade of grass from the ground.
Returning to Yuchi, he held the blade of grass in his hand, half of it gripped within his fist, the other half standing upright outside.
"See, this is the reason for the dispersal of the Divine Soul."
"The blade of grass represents the Divine Soul, the fist symbolizes the physique. You see, my fist cannot hold the blade of grass entirely, so a significant portion of it spills out from the physique, doesn't it?"
