Chu Huaixu looked at the scene before him, feeling a bit puzzled inside.
In the current picture, the world seemed to have been put on pause.
Only the Dao Ancestor was continuously practicing swordsmanship.
Chu Huaixu wasn't in a hurry at all, he carefully observed from the side.
Then, he discovered something quite interesting.
"Actually, is he just repeating?"
"Or rather, am I just watching a replay right now?"
At first, he thought everything around him was frozen, with only the Dao Ancestor tirelessly practicing swordplay.
But he later found that after completing an entire set of swordsmanship, each subsequent move was identical to the previous, with no difference whatsoever.
This wasn't the point, after all, if one possesses incredibly precise control over their body, it is achievable.
Even the way the hem of the robe fluttered was unchanged.
Even each strand of hair swayed in exactly the same way.
