Unknown Cultivator
As Xu Feng remained seated within the cave, he appeared almost like a statue carved from jade, a figure in serene stillness. His silver hair, once neatly arranged, now fell slightly disheveled but framed his ethereal features like a halo.
If one didn't examine closely, they might mistake him for a motionless sculpture rather than a living being. His robes, though worn, still retained an air of grace and elegance, adding to the otherworldly aura surrounding him.
But the true marvel lay beneath the surface—what the naked eye couldn't perceive.
With meticulous care, he regulated his breath, inhaling and exhaling in a slow, rhythmic pattern. His abilities seemed to synchronize with this rhythm, as if mirroring the rise and fall of his chest.
Then, with cautious determination, he attempted something he'd only read about in countless cultivation novels—a practice that involved channeling or circulating energy.