Pan Long had cultivated in the mountains for over a month, yet he had barely scratched the surface of Cord-Bound Laws of All Under Heaven.
The art was indeed unfathomably profound. Its description was not especially long—barely a thousand words in all—but turning those words into practice was extraordinarily difficult.
Many of its crucial steps seemed to him to fly in the face of human physiology. It was rather like saying, "If I smash myself to death with a hammer, I won't have to worry about being assassinated."
Had he not already made some progress in Follow Your Heart's Desire and entered the Return to the Natural State realm, he might not have mastered it even after eight or ten years with the manual in hand.
More than once, Pan Long had sighed that after all his years of martial training, he had finally encountered the legendary difficulty of a supreme martial art.
In storybooks, someone often found a secret manual and trained for decades before achieving anything. But since Pan Long had begun learning martial arts, neither Nine-Turn Mysterious Art nor Follow Your Heart's Desire had truly held him up for long.
He had grasped the basics of Nine-Turn Mysterious Art in just a few days. Follow Your Heart's Desire was harder, but even then, it had taken him less than a year to go from utter ignorance to grasping its key principles.
Cord-Bound Laws of All Under Heaven, though... Without Follow Your Heart's Desire as a foundation, it really might have taken decades to learn.
For more than a month, besides his daily routine and regular cultivation, he had spent at least twelve hours each day studying the art. Even now, he had yet to find the knack.
He could barely perform a little of it, but not