Primordial Magnetism Concept

Dendrobium Village, bamboo forest training grounds.

What had originally been nothing more than an ordinary clearing in the bamboo forest had, after some renovations,

barely acquired a somewhat square and level appearance.

The scattered stones on the ground, unbloomed bamboo shoots, dead bamboo, and other debris had all been cleared away, replaced by hard Qingyan stone slabs.

At the center of the grounds,

Feng Xiu sat cross-legged upon a grayish-brown meditation cushion.

Facing the scorching blaze of the sun, he rested his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlaced, his breathing long and steady.

His ears listened to the rustling of bamboo leaves all around him.

Within his mind, he visualized sections of emerald bamboo constantly taking root, sprouting, growing, and climbing ever higher.

Stalk after stalk of emerald bamboo gradually filled the space of his consciousness, until his entire aura seemed to merge with the whole bamboo forest.

Not long afterward.

"Bamboo Intent is flourishing, brimming with life. It shares the same marvelous essence as Greenwood Fist."

When his eyes slowly opened, a flash of sharp light passed through them. Feng Xiu rose to his feet and lifted his hand, looking at his thick, sturdy left palm, covered in calluses.

He murmured to himself and assumed the opening stance of Greenwood Fist.

A continuous set of fist moves, accompanied by fist force, seemed to meld with his many days of comprehension of that Bamboo Intent.

The yang energy within him began to boil, his qi and blood nourishing every extraordinary meridian throughout his body.

His movements looked incomparably gentle, yet the invisible fist momentum spilling from him, mixed with his aura,

actually caused a large patch of distortion to rise above his head.

The core force of Ten Thousand Trees Welcome Spring dispersed through his limbs and bones, and