With the expanse of our battlefield behind us, we turned our sights to the front, drawn by the mellifluous symphony of cascading water. A vast waterfall, resplendent in its grandeur, surged ahead. Water crashed down with the force of a thousand galloping stallions, throwing up a frothy mist that caught the sunlight and tossed rainbows into the air.
In the shimmering daylight, it was an awe-inspiring sight. I could feel the power of nature's raw beauty pulsing through my veins, my heart beating in time with the thunderous crash of the falling water. Beside me, Lü Bu stood tall, his stoic demeanor unchanging. But even he couldn't fully suppress the glint of admiration in his eyes.
"The next phase of the cultivation technique," he announced, his voice gruff but echoing with an undercurrent of excitement, "is to form a deep bond, a connection, with your spirit. The spirit then becomes your weapon, an extension of your own soul."