He felt it was difficult.
He felt that merely reciting it once had not allowed him to comprehend even a fragment of the Dao; the progress was too slow.
Xu Potian and the others felt it was difficult.
Because they could not understand even a single word.
That was right.
Although the text recording the Song of the Wind consisted of pictographic characters similar to those of the modern era.
A faint Dao resonance shrouded them, as though they were veiled in mist.
Without resonance.
They could not understand even a single word.
"Wind Dao, command the wind! I must first sense the Wind Power within the void!" A flash of inspiration struck Xiao Chen. He closed his eyes to comprehend it, and soon a faint breeze gathered around his body.
His comprehension was extraordinary, and he entered the Dao swiftly.
It took only a moment.
With his astonishing perception, he had already caught the Wind Power scattered throughout the void.
They were as fine as dust.
Drifting through the void.
Like a few grains of sand cast into the sea.
Yet Xiao Chen caught them in an instant.
They were tiny gray particles of irregular shape.
Using his mental power, Xiao Chen gathered countless gray wind particles together, forming the breeze around his body.
The Dao wind brushed past him.
Xiao Chen's long hair fluttered.
His white robes snapped in the wind.
Like a divine son from the heavens.
Ready to ride the wind away at any moment.
Elsewhere.
Xu Potian and the others cultivated bitterly for a while.
Racking their brains.
Some of the younger brothers had even torn out nearly half their own hair.
Yet they still could not understand a single word.
"Damn it, forget it, I give up. This simply isn't something humans can cultivate!