A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

At this moment, Yang Guo was not unaffected by Zhang Huai's powerful mental will.

On the contrary, they were deeply affected.

However, his meditation had reached a deep level, and his mind was extremely calm and focused, so he did not suddenly wake up like Xiaolongnu.

In the midst of a vast and chaotic inner contemplation, he vaguely sensed an overwhelming and unstoppable aura pressing down upon him. It was neither a sharp killing intent nor a fierce internal force, but rather a spiritual will condensed to its extreme, as heavy as the earth and as vast as the starry sky, slowly spreading past him. Although it was not an attack, it carried a force that shook his very soul, causing even his long-stable mind to tremble slightly.

Yang Guo's heart stirred. Instead of dodging or blocking, he followed the pull of this powerful divine intent and slowly incorporated it into his meditation.

He was born with extraordinary talent and exceptional comprehension, and his life was filled with hardship, separation, joy and sorrow. Few in the world could match the intensity of his emotions.

All the emotions he had forcibly suppressed on ordinary days were now unleashed by Zhang Huai's domineering and unparalleled divine will, flowing out like a flood bursting its banks.

He wanted to explode, he wanted to speak out.

Past events flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

The desolation of being orphaned and helpless from childhood, the inferiority complex of being scorned on Peach Blossom Island, the resentment of being humiliated in the Quanzhen Sect, and the repeated betrayals of Xiaolongnu despite living together day and night.

All emotions surged into my heart in an instant.

Grief, pain, resentment, infatuation, madness, and intensity—all these emotions intertwined and clashed, almost tearing his soul apart.

But it was precisely in this extreme turmoil that all his knowledge was forcibly stirred up.

The Nine Yin Manual's calming techniques and the principles of tendon and bone strengthening; the Ancient Tomb Sect's Jade Maiden Heart Sutra's light and graceful movements; the Quanzhen Swordplay's upright and powerful style; Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance's sinister and domineering nature, and the bizarre practice of reversing meridians.

All the memories of martial arts, the outlines of moves, and the methods of circulating internal energy were shattered, dismantled, merged, and reassembled under the frenzied impact of this intense emotion.

Ordinary martial artists practice martial arts to achieve neat moves, harmonious internal strength, and strict adherence to rules;

Yang Guo, however, did the opposite.

He doesn't use reason to control his energy, but rather emotion to control his strength; he doesn't use his spirit to determine his moves, but rather intention to unleash his punches.

When bitterness wells up in one's heart, the fist movements become somber and hesitant, like a lonely shadow in the cold autumn, desolate to the bone.

A pang of pain shot through his heart, and the palm strike became mournful and desolate, like the setting sun weeping blood, tearing at one's heart.

When one's mind is filled with rage, one's strength becomes violent and frenzied, like a thunderclap, unstoppable.

In one's heart, a single thought of longing arises, and the power of that longing becomes tender and poignant, gentle yet exquisite, so intense that it shatters one's very soul.

What used to be a long hurdle to overcome has now been broken through in an instant.

Zhang Huai's suppressive divine will became the outlet for his pent-up desires. His turbulent emotions and scattered internal energy were released from it, but instead of dissipating, they were forged into an unparalleled force through repeated impacts and crushing. The force carried his complex emotions.

This force does not follow the path of peace and moderation, nor does it conform to common sense and rules. Instead, it is the most desperate power that bursts forth from the deepest part of the soul when grief, anger, pain, and longing reach their extremes.

His strength carried the influence of all the martial arts techniques he had learned.

Yang Guo remained seated with his eyes closed, yet a faint gust of wind emanated from his palms around him.

With a slight twitch of his sleeves, the air trembled gently. Every move was not passed down from his predecessors, completely unbound by rules or regulations, arising entirely from his heart, spontaneous and free.

It describes a lonely soul gazing at the moon from afar, lost in its beauty and longing; this is called "Lonely Soul Gazing at the Moon".

It evokes the poignant image of a lone goose, lost and crying in the sky, with nowhere to go, hence the name "Lament of the Desolate Goose in Autumn".

It has a wild and unrestrained attitude of being full of grievances and resentment, looking up to the sky and questioning the heavens, which is called "the fool who questions the heavens";

Every palm strike and every move comes from the heart; each strike carries with it the joys and sorrows, the life and death of half a lifetime.

That poignant and heart-wrenching mood had already materialized.

In his frenzy and agony, he suddenly realized:

All martial arts under heaven seek stability, correctness, roundness, and fluency, striving for perfection, balance, and harmony.

But Yang Guo's life was inherently flawed, incomplete, unstable, and unorthodox; half of his life was filled with hardship, incompleteness, and sorrow.

If that's the case, why insist on learning those steady and reliable skills?

Then create a martial art that belongs only to Yang Guo, is only suitable for those who are sad, and can only be unleashed to its fullest potential when they are heartbroken.

I don't care about neatness, I just want to enjoy myself.

I don't seek to be all things to all people, I only seek to leave a deep impression.

He did not win by force, but by passion.

With his mind and spirit in turmoil, Yang Guo's internal energy and emotions became completely integrated, without any separation whatsoever.

The outline, power, and spirit of the seventeen palm techniques flashed through his mind clearly, without the slightest hesitation.

He exhaled sharply, a burst of turbid air gushing out, jolting him awake from his meditation. His eyes opened, gleaming with a sharp, unparalleled light. But the light flashed only briefly before being enveloped by an overwhelming sense of desolation and sorrow, leaving only a gaze filled with the vicissitudes of life.

Zhang Huai and Xiaolongnu turned their heads at the same time to look at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo slowly raised one arm and gently pressed his palm into the air.

There was no earth-shattering wind, no deafening roar, and not even a wisp of air was stirred up.

But Zhang Huai and Xiaolongnu only needed to glance at each other to feel a pang of sadness in their hearts and a slight tremor in their souls, as if they had been struck by a deep sorrow that pierced their very souls, leaving them heartbroken and spirits wounded.

Zhang Huai seemed to see the days when his parents were alive, those joyful times of family reunion.

Little Dragon Girl couldn't help but recall the wonderful times she spent practicing martial arts happily with her master, senior sister, and Granny Sun in the Ancient Tomb.

These days were beautiful yet fleeting, and I had already forgotten them, but for some reason, they have been stirred up again.

Yang Guo stared at his palm, his voice hoarse, carrying a chilling desolation and resolute determination, as he slowly spoke, each word distinct:

"...Throughout my life, I have experienced constant wandering and hardship, yet my feelings have remained genuine and profound."

Zhang Huai possessed a strong will and quickly snapped out of his reverie.

Unlike Zhang Huai, Xiaolongnu was still lost in her memories, a single, glistening tear rolling down her cheek.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Huai focused his mind and invaded Xiaolongnu's mind, pulling her back from her thoughts.

"What's wrong with me?"

Little Dragon Girl wiped the tears from her cheeks, her voice trembling with a hint of sobbing.

Zhang Huai looked at Yang Guo in disbelief. He vaguely guessed what was going on, but this was impossible.

Given Yang Guo's experience and the types of martial arts he has learned, he could not meet those conditions at this time.

He had just mastered the Soul Transfer Technique and made great progress in his mental consciousness when he was almost shaken by someone.

Can natural talent really make up for the gap caused by cheating?

This is not reasonable.

He asked, somewhat incredulously, "Brother Yang, what's going on?"

Yang Guo slowly opened his eyes and laughed, saying, "I just managed to make a breakthrough in martial arts and created a new martial art."

"What kind of martial arts?"

Zhang Huai's heart was pounding, and he was extremely excited.

"It's just a palm technique."

Yang Guo raised his hand and looked at his right palm.

I call it—Heartbreaking Ecstasy!