Xu Wuyi felt as if he had been completely hollowed out. Although his stamina wasn't too depleted, his mind had grown sluggish, and he was practicing on pure instinct.
But he gritted his teeth and continued.
Nine hundred and eighty.
Nine hundred and ninety.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine...
Xu Wuyi took a deep breath. The simple act felt incredibly difficult, as if his chest were stuffed with cotton.
He slowly assumed the stance of Holding the Essence and Guarding the One.
Sink the shoulders, drop the elbows, relax the waist, tuck the hips...
His intention guided his Qi and Blood, circulating them along the familiar pathways.
Each movement was as slow as a film in slow motion, yet not a single detail was compromised.
Turn the body, breathe, conclude the form...
The moment he completed the final movement—
[Effective cultivation for today has reached 1,000 repetitions]
A line of archaic text slowly materialized in his sea of consciousness.
