During those serene and mystical days in Xingchen Country, Lin Chen devoted himself entirely to the cultivation of arrays and techniques. Every morning, before the first gentle rays of sunlight had fully pierced the thin layer of mist resting over the valley, he would rise full of vigor and stride with resolute steps toward his private clearing.
Standing tall and upright like a weathered pine, his gaze was focused and unwavering, as though nothing in the world could shake his resolve. The incantations traced by his hands danced like nimble butterflies, every shift precise and flawless. The spiritual energy surrounding him surged like a violent vortex, forming visible currents of air.
The mysterious patterns of arrays floated vividly in his mind. He repeatedly pondered and analyzed every single node and line, striving for absolute mastery over every detail. The circulation routes of his techniques were already deeply engraved in his memory, and he continuously guided the majestic spiritual energy to roar through his meridians, battering against one bottleneck after another that stood in his path.
Chapter 96