Night.
A cold, lonely moon hung high in the sky, casting patches of light through the gaps between the branches of the forest trees.
Yuan Ming sat cross-legged within a patch of moonlight, the heels of his palms pressed together, the fingers of one hand pointed toward the heavens and those of the other toward the earth.
A hazy layer of moonlight enveloped his body. Unlike the light elsewhere, it was misty and indistinct, as though fog swirled around him, or a veil of gauze had wound itself about him, lingering without dispersing.
At that moment, his brow was tightly furrowed, and beads of sweat faintly rolled down his forehead. He seemed to be striving to make some sort of attempt.
Yet only a short while later, his brows loosened. He suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of exhaustion showing within them.
"Alas, it seems I truly am not cut out for this. After working at it for so long, I still can't even fully observe my sea of consciousness, let alone my entire body. At this pace, I fear it'll take eight or ten years just to complete the first layer. I'd be better off honestly cultivating the Nine Yuan Art." Yuan Ming sighed and accepted reality.
If only all cultivation arts in this world were as smooth to cultivate as the Nine Yuan Art.
He withdrew his hand seals and ended this session of cultivation. For the time being, he no longer intended to cultivate the Nether Moon Art. Although these nightly sessions had slightly improved his control over his Spiritual Sense, they had left him physically and mentally exhausted, even affecting his daytime cultivation of the Nine Yuan Art.
Moreover, after lying low for this period, he had discovered that there was no news outside regarding the