After devouring and digesting the artifact spirit of that ancient beast-hide secret manual, Duan Rong understood this sect's secret art as though he had undergone years of Bitter Cultivation in it.
Of the first three methods of the Six Wonders Gate—the Counting Method, Following Method, and Cessation Method—he swiftly entered the proper state and passed through them one after another with scarcely any obstruction.
Here, Duan Rong sat cross-legged upon a Prayer Mat, his five centers facing heaven, like an old monk deep in meditation. His initially gentle expression had begun to take on a distinct aspect; like a withered tree or weathered rock, he remained utterly still, without sorrow or joy.
After roughly the time it took for one incense stick to burn, Duan Rong had already passed through the first three methods of the Six Wonders Gate and entered the Contemplation Gate.
At this moment, his Spiritual Sense had entered the State of Meditation. That was why his body resembled a withered tree or dead rock, desiccated and utterly without a trace of life.
Chu Wushang sat beside the stone table. Seeing Duan Rong's withered state, he knew that Duan Rong had entered the State of Meditation within the Contemplation Gate.
Chu Wushang's hand, weaving bamboo strips, trembled involuntarily. Duan Rong had merely flipped through the text and understood such a complex, unfathomable sect secret art, which was already unbelievable to him.
Yet now, Duan Rong had only just begun, and within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he had entered the State of Meditation in the Contemplation Gate. Just as Chu Wushang had said earlier, it was easy to say but hard to do.
Although Duan Rong understood the secret art, that was merely interpreting its meaning according to the text. Actually entering