Bei Ming contemplated the Wind Law contained within the Wind Trace-less Sword, comparing it against his own insights.
Wind had no fixed form or momentum.
Formless and shapeless, it revealed itself upon encountering things and changed shape with its surroundings. When it soared through the nine heavens, it became Peng.
It did not cling to one state, and thus had no constant form. It took shape according to things, and thus was everywhere.
Wind moved without settling.
The wind traveled no fixed path. Like the passing stream, it never lingered for even an instant.
It did not yearn for traces of the past or anticipate the direction of the future. Only the flow of the present was eternal.
When the heart stirred, the wind rose. When thoughts ceased, the wind stopped, just as the Dao was carried out.
One who commanded the wind did not subdue it through force, but harmonized with it through the heart.
Forget your own form, turn yourself into emptiness, and you could sense its movements and follow its traces.
As his thoughts gradually settled, Bei Ming's aura slowly intertwined with the sword light. His breathing became light and steady, and every breath stirred the invisible wind.
Time flew by, and ten thousand years passed.
Bei Ming's understanding of the Wind Law continued to deepen. Wind and water reflected one another, faintly forming a mutually reinforcing balance.
Compared to before, when he had relied on Slash Corpse to break through to the Quasi-Saint Late Stage, Bei Ming's aura was now even more profound and distant.
If he could bring the Wind Law and Water Law into balance, he could advance another step and break through to the Quasi-Saint peak stage.
As his aura gradually withdrew, Bei Ming slowly opened his eyes and emerged from his cultivation