Lingxi Peak, inside a Grade-C Training Room.
Yang Jing settled his mind and slowly worked through the moves of the Indestructible True Art, following its methods.
The opening move, Bear Stance, was powerful and steady. His arms curved as though cradling a thousand-pound boulder, his back arched like a lurking beast, and internal qi slowly circulated through his body along a prescribed path.
Next, he sprang upward, spreading his arms like an eagle soaring through the sky. This was Eagle Soar, his movements vigorous and sharp. His internal qi rose with the move, faintly producing the sound of air being split.
He practiced again and again, moving from Tiger Pounce and Ape Climb to Crane Stand and Leopard Leap. Every move was precise to the smallest fraction, each transition seamless.
Gradually, a mysterious resonance emanated from his body, as though faintly harmonizing with the spirit energy inside the stone room. Wherever Fist Wind swept past, tiny ripples stirred the air.
Sweat soon soaked his clothes, trickling down his temples and dripping onto the floor to spread into small damp patches. Fine beads of sweat covered his entire body.
Yet his gaze grew ever more focused. His eyes held only the trajectories of the art, and his feet never paused.
Unlike other martial artists, who faced bottlenecks and restraints when breaking through, Yang Jing had never encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation.
As long as he trained his current realm to its limit, he could enter the next as naturally as water flowing into a finished channel.
At this moment, he was steadily advancing toward the Qi-Devouring Realm of the Indestructible True Art.
A little under an hour later.
Yang Jing was practicing Python Entwines, his arms coiling like nimble snakes, when the internal qi throughout his body suddenly surged.
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