It was not to seek gain and avoid harm, not to win fame and success, nor to live up to anyone's expectations. As Wen Xu felt the wind moving through the air, his mind suddenly cleared and his spirits lifted.
The wind had no need to "bend its back" for anything. If he took the wind as his teacher, he should learn its essence, not imitate its seeming habit of "drifting with the current."
The moment he understood, Wen Xu could not wait to draw his sword. He had not practiced for a long time, yet now the sword felt like an extension of his arm, as though he had never stopped.
Smooth. Effortless. It seemed every current of wind in the air had become an invisible arm of his, wielding the sword alongside him.
Windfold. To fold could mean to break, but it could also mean to win something over. He did not want to trap the wind to death. He wanted it to serve him, to yield to him.
Wen Xu had tried before to empty his mind and cast everything aside when he swung his sword, but the results had been poor.
Now, without realizing it, he had reached the state that had eluded him before. In fact, he had not even noticed entering it.
He cultivated in a trance, forgetting the wheeling stars and the passage of sun and moon. When he finally saw the Tribulation Clouds overhead, he felt almost as if to say, At last.
Core Formation. The Core Formation Tribulation Lightning he had awaited for so long.
Wen Xu had thought he would be overwhelmed with excitement. Yet when the moment truly arrived, he felt no great surge of emotion. He barely gave it any thought at all.
In that instant, he wanted