Xu Tui began to try to compress the rolling white fog. The difficulty came.
If this ball of white fog was a mental body, then the mental body would definitely be composed of mind power. What Xu Tui was doing now was to use his mind power to compress the mental body.
It sounded a little awkward.
To put it bluntly, Xu Tui was trying to lift himself up. This was the difficult and powerless feeling that surged in Xu Tui's heart. He had used all his strength, but he could not lift himself. He used all his mind power, but the rolling white fog did not move.
It could not be compressed?
Xu Tui was a little discouraged. He had finally jumped out of the so-called mental fixation and had an idea, but it was about to fail! Or could it be that imagination was ultimately imagination and not all imaginations could be achieved?
Or was Xu Tui's method wrong?
