Mo Yun focused, fixing his gaze on the Turtle-Breathing Art. Soon, a small plus sign appeared beside it.
Without hesitation, Mo Yun sat cross-legged and reached out with his mental intent like a tendril, gently pressing the plus sign.
Boom!
In an instant, Mo Yun's mind rang as a flood of unfamiliar yet familiar memories poured into it.
They were memories of him practicing the Turtle-Breathing Art day and night without sleep.
In those memories, he sometimes sat cross-legged on mountain rocks, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and sometimes sat in a mountain stream, absorbing water essence.
But wherever he sat, each session lasted years, even a dozen or several dozen years, through sunrise after sunset, without ever stopping.
As he digested those unfamiliar yet familiar memories, Mo Yun felt his scalp tingle and his whole being grow uneasy.
"This Turtle-Breathing Art really isn't meant for humans. You sit down and stay there for years, even decades. If I had to cultivate like that myself, I'd probably get depressed..."
At that moment, Mo Yun couldn't help admiring the old Blade Saint. "The old man really does have patience!"
While Mo Yun was grumbling, pure life essence as vast and surging as an ocean came from an unknown void, rapidly pouring into his body.
In an instant, he felt his flesh, tendons, and bones shifting, while his internal organs-every organ in his body-grew tougher.
At the same time, a tremendous life aura involuntarily radiated from Mo Yun's body.
In a heartbeat, Mo Yun felt the entire yard brim with vitality. Even the few withered trees seemed to be coming back to life, ready to enjoy a second spring and sprout tender shoots.
Feeling something wriggling beneath his backside, Mo Yun hurriedly composed himself and reined in the immensely