When Tang Yan opened his eyes again, a sharp gleam flashed through his pupils. Feeling the abundant spiritual qi in his Void Vortex Dantian, he could not help smiling. With just one more suitable opportunity, he could break through.
Thinking of the Tai Chi he had comprehended, Tang Yan rose and took a deep breath, slowly raising his arms into its opening stance.
This was Tang Yan's first time practicing Tai Chi since coming to this world. The Supreme Pill Canon circulated slowly within him as his movements gradually unfolded.
Though he had not practiced in a long time, he felt no stiffness. Every movement flowed naturally into the next.
At first, Tang Yan had not intended to practice much, but whenever he reached the end of the Tai Chi sequence, he automatically returned to the beginning. There seemed to be a call within his heart, urging him to keep practicing.
Then I'll follow my heart and practice some more.
As Tang Yan continued to delve deeper into his practice, his mind gradually immersed itself in this martial art.
Once, twice, and again...
As time passed, Tang Yan unknowingly entered a realm of mystery upon mystery.
Within a meter of him, a caterpillar lay on a blade of grass, eating it. Beside it, two burrowing worms were digging through the soil.
A little farther away, several ants were foraging.
With Tang Yan at the center, everything within three meters-every blade of grass and every tree, every stir of the grass in the wind-seemed held within his mind.
After a long while, Tang Yan finally stopped practicing Tai Chi.
At that moment, his dantian suddenly gave a faint sound. Within the spinning void dantian, there was now a vague sense of mutual generation and restraint.
Letting out a long breath, Tang