Nighttime, in a regular dormitory at Yanhuang Institute's outer academy. A mysterious light flickered within the room, accompanied by a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.
At this moment, the entire room was rendered extraordinarily remarkable—beds and tables floated in mid-air due to this power. Crackling sounds echoed, while in the center of the room, Liu Chen sat in the middle, topless. His eyes were tightly shut, and his hands lay open, allowing streams of formidable spiritual energy to flow into his body, then be discharged, and then re-enter. An endless cycle.
The sources of these spiritual energies were the bottles of spiritual liquid beside Liu Chen. The spiritual liquids seemed to be drawn by some unseen force; under the moonlight, the light blue liquid gleamed subtly, then surged upwards against gravity, forming slender columns in the air that exploded, transforming into waves of spiritual energy dispersed throughout the room, eventually absorbed by Liu Chen.
