「The next morning.」
Before dawn, a deathly silence filled Cultivation Quiet Chamber A-73.
Qin Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, his eyes shut tight, his mind immersed in a state of tranquil clarity.
The entire space was crafted from Void Stone, isolating it from all external interference, both physical and ethereal. It provided him with a perfect environment for absolute focus on his cultivation.
The Spiritual Manipulation Technique, which he had only just begun learning yesterday, was now slowly operating at the command of his will.
A silvery stream, formed from countless motes of Mental Power, extended from his sea of consciousness. It gently and precisely probed the Acupoint Shell in his chest.
There, a Top-grade Primordial Acupoint, appearing as if compressed from billions of stars, emanated a brilliant golden light. It pulsed slowly, each beat seeming to sync with the very breath of the Cosmos.
'Shake!'
