In the night sky, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, motionless, like an old monk in deep meditation.
As Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, the Flame Mantra Technique within his body began to circulate. Immediately afterward, a special suction force emerged from the vortex of energy within Xiao Yan's body, gradually surging outward. In the world, streams of mottled energy seemed to be drawn towards Xiao Yan as if by some kind of attraction.
During this slow cultivation process, Xiao Yan's internal energy was also slowly increasing at an almost imperceptible pace.
Because the Dou Qi consumed during the daytime battles with those people was rapidly restored in the darkness, Xiao Yan's internal energy had returned to its peak in just one hour.
Xiao Yan's heart remained calm and undisturbed.
Breathing became slow and orderly, and gradually, the internal energy Flame Mantra technique ceased.
Xiao Yan was back to his peak condition, and even Seven-Star Dou Di would not be able to easily harm him.
"Whoosh..."
In the darkness, Xiao Yan felt as if a wind was blowing in his face. The wind was full of yin energy and was quite cold. It brushed past Xiao Yan as lightly as a thin veil, or as thin as a blade, cutting through Xiao Yan's body.
"Hiss..."
Despite being unharmed, Xiao Yan felt as if he were being tortured. His heart tightened suddenly, and all the muscles in his body involuntarily tensed up, as if to resist the biting cold wind. However, his eyes remained closed, and his face was expressionless. All the pain was merely a feeling in Xiao Yan's heart.
At this moment, Xiao Yan seemed to have entered some kind of special state of mind...
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
In the darkness, the storm seemed to intensify. The howling wind rang in Xiao Yan's ears, sharp as the shrieks of ghosts. Invisible wind blades mercilessly sliced across Xiao Yan's body. Deep down, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, enduring pain he shouldn't have felt.
What's going on?
Why would a mere gust of cold wind cause him such pain?!
Xiao Yan was utterly bewildered. How could this mere, fragile power in the world, possibly injure him?
Gusts of cold wind echoed endlessly within Xiao Yan's heart, crashing fiercely against his unsuspecting soul. At this moment, Xiao Yan felt that all his defenses were in vain.
Xiao Yan Xiao Yan tried to resist the yin wind, but all he received in return was its merciless torment. Excruciating pain coursed through his entire body until, at a certain point, Xiao Yan was too weak to resist any longer and could only run with the wind, attempting to lessen the damage it caused him.
Unexpectedly, as Xiao Yan Xiao Yan and fled in the direction of the yin wind, he felt his speed increase dramatically in an instant, his steps becoming ghostly. Looking back, the yin wind seemed to have materialized, like a black wave, closely chasing after Xiao Yan.
Realizing this, Xiao Yan felt a great sense of unease and hurriedly fled, his heart filled with fear, as he seemed to have never encountered such a situation before.
Is this the true power of this world?
Before it, human strength, Dou Qi spirit, and soul are all meaningless. After all, even humans are nothing more than a speck of dust in this world!
Xiao Yan frantically ran forward, the faster he ran, the more violent the yin wind behind him became. The wind seemed to always maintain a certain distance from Xiao Yan in tacit agreement; if Xiao Yan slowed down, the wind would slow down; if Xiao Yan sped up, the wind would sped up as well.
Therefore, rather than saying that the yin wind was chasing Xiao Yan, it would be more accurate to say that the yin wind was following in Xiao Yan's footsteps.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Xiao Yan opened his tightly closed eyes wide, staring intently at the empty, pitch-black night sky before him.
"Call..."
Immediately afterwards, a cold wind swept over Xiao Yan, but this time, Xiao Yan did not feel any pain. On the contrary, he seemed to vaguely sense something.
The instant the gust of wind brushed past Xiao Yan's Xiao Yan, it seemed as if an inexplicable force was passing through him. This force existed for such a short time that Xiao Yan was unable to detect it.
"That is..."
Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat. Although that power seemed ethereal, he believed it wasn't impossible to capture; it just required seizing the right opportunity. Moreover, the feeling that power gave Xiao Yan Xiao Yan was extremely similar to the power he had sensed invisibly before. He wondered if he could capture this Xiao Yan and unleash its ferocity like before.
If Xiao Yan could control the power of heaven and earth, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance his overall combat strength!
Immediately afterwards, another gust of cold wind swept in...
"Call..."
Xiao Yan held his breath and focused his mind to sense the energy contained within the yin wind.
That energy only lasts for a fleeting moment; to capture it, Xiao Yan must be fast, accurate, and ruthless!
If all three points are attacked simultaneously, and even just one of them is captured, then using it to enhance one's strength will be a piece of cake.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Xiao Yan seemed to underestimate the difficulty involved. Although he could sense the strange power contained in the yin wind each time, the power appeared for an extremely short time. Even with Xiao Yan's temperament, the timing of each attack was still far off.
Ten times, twenty times, thirty times...
In less than a quarter of an hour, Xiao Yan had already made a hundred attempts, but each time he returned empty-handed. That wisp of power seemed to be alive; no matter how carefully Xiao Yan Xiao Yan tried to time it, it would always slip past Xiao Yan fingertips in an extremely clever way just as he was about to capture it...
"Damn it! What's going on? Why? I clearly calculated the timing for each move, I knew I could catch them, but why... Hiss... Wait, I... I timed it..."
Just as Xiao Yan Xiao Yan was feeling disheartened by his hundreds of failures, he suddenly seemed to remember something.
Just now, in that eerie atmosphere, I remembered that I and the gloomy wind behind me were moving in tandem.
Xiao Yan advances, Yin Feng advances; Xiao Yan retreats, then Yin Feng also... retreats!
In other words, the key to whether or not Xiao Yan can seize that wisp of energy does not lie in whether or not he takes action, but in his thoughts. As long as Xiao Yan has no distracting thoughts, then that wisp of energy will Xiao Yan remain in front of him!
With this thought in mind, Xiao Yan boldly began to give it a try.
"Call..."
A cold wind swept in, and this time, Xiao Yan completely relaxed, casting aside all his thoughts. His heart was at peace, like a deep pool, calm and still, without a ripple.
A cold wind swept by...
Xiao Yan reached out and grabbed it, without deliberately trying to sense the presence of that energy. His palm was left blank, as if the energy had truly been absorbed into Xiao Yan hand.
Immediately afterward, just as Xiao Yan Xiao Yan his five fingers, a thought flashed through his mind, and his tightly clenched hand suddenly trembled. Then, Xiao Yan clearly felt an invisible force surge into his body.
"Success!"