As Lu Changsheng watched the disciples' shocked expressions, an idea gradually took shape in his mind. 

If he wanted to forge a true Martial Dao, simply increasing his own strength would not be enough. Even if he personally transcended, that would only prove that a single path to transcendence existed.

To truly establish the Martial Dao in this world, he needed far more people to practice it. Its influence had to spread until countless martial artists recognized and followed the same path. Only by gathering the strength and will of many could the Martial Dao truly take form. 

If Lu Changsheng had the time, he could develop things slowly, gradually expanding the influence of the Extreme Martial Dao. However, he did not have that kind of time. His goal was to forge the Martial Dao within three years. That meant his own cultivation had to advance quickly, but the Extreme Martial Dao's influence had to expand just as fast. And he could not accomplish all of that alone. He needed followers, supporters, and people willing to help spread the system he created. 

Now, right before his eyes were plenty of potential...