Facing the sea breeze, Xu Yuan continuously worked his body.
His shoulders rolled, his arms spread wide, like a great bird unfurling its wings.
With every breath, the faint cry of a bird seemed to ring out.
The sound did not come from his throat, but from his sinews, bones, flesh, and blood.
At that moment, his entire body resembled a huge white bird, as though he might take to the empty sky at any instant and ride the wind away.
Xu Yuan could not be called handsome, but his eyebrows were entirely white, slanting sharply into his temples. They were unforgettable at a single glance.
'White Brow' Xu Yuan was also a rising young talent whose name had begun to resound throughout the southern martial world.
"The path of martial arts ends here..."
After a long while, Xu Yuan let out a sigh. "I wonder when I will be able to enter the 'Formless Concentration Realm'!"
The so-called 'Formless Concentration Realm,' also known as Formless Realm Concentration, required one's heart to be as unwavering as the void—still, tranquil, and at rest.
Upon reaching such a realm, the activities of the mind became exceedingly subtle, almost present yet almost absent. It could also be called the realm of "neither thought nor non-thought"!
This was the Brahman Gate's explanation. Among Daoists, it was called the "Living Dead"; among Confucians, it was known as the "Way of Utmost Sincerity" and "Sage Awakening"!
Martial artists were still mortals, and all mortals had limits!
Xu Yuan had already come to profoundly understand his own limits, and he was unable to break through them. Yet he was not despairing; he merely devoted part of his thoughts to exploring cultivation of the mind.
Just then, the sound of high heels scraping against the deck came over.