[Current progress of burying himself: two lifetimes.]
As fresh power flowed into him, Tang Sanzang heard a mechanical, icy voice at his ear.
Though the voice was mechanical and cold, to him it was nothing less than heavenly music.
Those few brief words gave him the confidence to continue.
Two lifetimes were not the end.
He still had enough versions of himself to bury, enough to support him as he pressed onward.
Shiva's incarnation, the Yoga God, showed not the slightest hint of carelessness. His dignity was at stake, and he had completely steeled his resolve.
The Mahayana Buddhist teachings no longer mattered.
The Yoga God was his signature title, and yoga was the event he had personally proposed for this contest. He had even openly told Tang Sanzang to keep up with him.
If Tang Sanzang could truly keep up, that would be utterly ridiculous.
He needed to vary his pace completely.
As he spoke, he immediately regulated his breath and entered meditation. His breathing synchronized with the mountains and wind of heaven and earth; every inhalation and exhalation harmonized with the Sanskrit chants of the secret realm.
This was the core of yoga practice: regulating the breath to gather the mind.
[As expected of the Yoga God. I've practiced the Nine Revolutions Profound Art for so long, but if we were at the same realm, my yoga skills still wouldn't compare to yours.]
[Use the body to regulate the breath, and the breath to restrain the mind. If Tang Sanzang's thoughts waver even slightly, his breathing will fall into disorder. All his power will turn violent and invade his very marrow.]
The Heavenly Venerates in Three Pure Ones Hall heard their disciple's inner thoughts and felt that this stage of the trial was nothing frightening.
Tang