On the banks of the river, the snow was as thick as the night.
Yuchi sat in the pavilion, holding a fishing rod, his eyes tightly shut.
If someone were to stand next to him and take a closer look, they would be shocked to find that, despite his body being covered in snow and ice, it was actually untouched. The ice and snow did not touch his body, seemingly separated by an invisible barrier.
In Yuchi's sea of consciousness, he had already accumulated plenty of Dao aura.
There were too many techniques in his sea of consciousness, which were all strange and varied. After understanding and observing all these techniques, his own understanding of the Heavenly Dao elements had far exceeded the level that could only be achieved by those in the Dao realm.
Thanks to that, he was able to comprehend new and different techniques every few days while sitting at the edge of the cold river.
These techniques originated from his own understanding of Dao aura.
