The next moment, he recalled the icy mental realm experienced while sparring with Luo Qin.
He embedded his will into the fist stance, steadying his heart spirit, gradually sinking into the rhythm of the Water Element True Qi.
Time slowly passed, in a haze.
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, the scene before his eyes transformed completely.
A vast, extremely cold world reappeared.
Majestic ice mountains, shrouded in cold mist.
The mystical crane, standing atop the ice peak, with a gentle flutter of its wings, scattered shimmering frost.
Using his will to resonate with this world, Meng Chuan's Water Element Fist stance grew increasingly refined within the icy mental realm.
Each move seemed to align with the trajectory of the mystical crane, with True Qi subtly carrying a melody of cold.
The temperature around him dropped; he continued focusing wholeheartedly, punching on the spot, his feet unmoving toward the crane.
