Zhang Lingfeng's head tilted, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The sound almost disrupted everyone's breathing rhythm.
"Zhang Lingfeng."
Hong Lixin was caught off guard.
He had high hopes for Zhang Lingfeng, but he hadn't expected that Zhang Lingfeng would fall asleep just ten minutes into following his breathing rhythm, as if he had no resistance to the drowsiness, coasting along in his cultivation.
He couldn't help but tug at Zhang Lingfeng.
He found that Zhang Lingfeng was indeed in a deep sleep.
Moreover, even while asleep, his breathing was rhythmic, as if he was practicing breathing techniques in his dreams.
As an instructor in this field, Hong Lixin was aware that no one had achieved this yet. If people could maintain their breathing technique after losing consciousness, human survival wouldn't be so precarious.
"Everyone, continue cultivating."
