Profound Truth Sect, Duck Mountain Island.
Inside Yang Jing's exclusive Grade-A Training Room on Lingxi Peak.
Enclosed by layer upon layer of Spirit-Gathering Formations, the room held Heaven and Earth Origin Energy so dense it was almost viscous. Wisps of origin energy drifted and swirled through the air, and every breath drew pure energy into the body. It was truly a sacred haven for cultivation.
At that moment, a figure was darting through the training room.
Yang Jing devoted himself entirely to practicing the movement true art, "Crossing the River."
His feet tapped lightly against the floor, his steps nimble and graceful, making not the slightest sound. His figure moved like willow fluff on the wind, like a fish swimming through water, swift yet effortless as he roamed, dodged, and shifted through the spacious training room.
At times, he abruptly changed direction without the slightest hesitation.
At times, his speed reached its utmost limit, leaving faint afterimages in his wake.
At times, his movements became so agile that he seemed able to anticipate obstacles in empty space.
"Crossing the River" was a movement technique renowned for speed, agility, and unpredictable changes. Its principle was to "tread the water and cross the river, leaving no trace of one's passage," and Yang Jing was now bringing it fully to life.
Every step precisely matched the technique's essentials. Each footfall landed exactly where it needed to, preserving his speed while minimizing his expenditure of true qi. He darted back and forth through the room so quickly that only blurred afterimages remained, his actual body almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.
As he continued executing the technique, the Heaven and Earth Origin Energy around him was drawn into a faint shroud encircling his body, making his movements even more ethereal. His body