Amidst the chaotic currents of the Sumeru Flow, Chu Weiyang’s mind was nearly split in two for a prolonged stretch of time.
Even the scant remnants of his thoughts and senses, accompanied by his gentle breathing, were immersed in the soft sensations around him.
There’s always a mountain taller than the last; this is truly the realm where the Hundred Flowers Pavilion’s wondrous techniques reveal their higher and superior levels.
If one were to say that the secret techniques of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, when practiced in a rigid, precise manner, are among the most exquisite in their realm — then none would understand the essence of these wondrous techniques better than the prodigious Daoist son, Qing He.
When it came to Shi Yuting applying these myriad wondrous methods of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, he no longer clung to the pure refinement and perfection of the techniques themselves.
Instead, he did not recklessly chase their limits or peaks, but rather restrained himself, allowing everything to fit harmoniously and naturally with his every gesture and movement, as if formed by heaven itself.
Now, at this moment, Xiao Yuluo revealed an even higher layer of mastery: she had forged her own path within the various wondrous methods of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.