The sounds of the wind blowing, the sounds of ants carrying food, the sounds of insects fighting...
The next day, Chen Yan, for unknown reasons, continued the state from the previous day, continuing to daydream.
For the first half of the day, he still gained nothing. During that time, he wanted to give up several times on this silly attempt, but deep down, there seemed to be a thought that always stopped him from giving up.
After all, cultivators are accustomed to meditation, and their patience far exceeds ordinary people.
If it were an ordinary person, let alone sitting idly in one place for a whole day doing nothing, even sitting idly for just an hour would drive them mad.
Finally, just before the end of the second day, Chen Yan's Divine Sense suddenly sensed a "movement" that had never been there before.
It was as if he received a strange signal.
Not the sound of insects or ants fighting, not the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.
