The thought flashed through his mind and was immediately pressed down. Black Lord kept comprehending different kinds of knowledge without pause.
All six thought meridians were complete, meaning every kind of knowledge was of superior quality within the meridians.
Each field of knowledge transformed into leaves, making the six great thought meridians seem lush with branches and foliage. Most of those leaves were merely tender shoots, however, with limited power. After all, he was still swallowing everything whole without chewing. Only continued study and thought could let those leaves truly grow.
If he truly wanted to force rapid growth, it was not as though there was no way.
One word: recharge!
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Golden light shone several times in succession, illuminating certain levels of several key disciplines to perfection. Attributes were obtained, and wisps of starlight bloomed. Thought energy grew with it, and power strengthened alongside it. If all six systems and all fields of knowledge developed and flourished, the power of mind arts would likely become so shocking that it defied imagination.
But after checking his remaining golden light, Black Lord sent a message to the Alternate Worldline: "Golden light reserves are below ten thousand. Grind faster."
"I know! I know! You're working me to death!" In the Fengming Worldline, Scholar Stone replied while swinging his club.
Smack—whoosh! The tiny golf ball traced a huge arc, flying high and far—thunk! It dropped straight into the hole. A hole-in-one.
Applause rose amid exclamations of amazement. Heavenly Gifted Golden Light shone down upon him, neither too much nor too little—just over two hundred points. Golf was, after all, a relatively niche sport with limited public attention. It could not provide much golden light.
Scholar Stone shook hands one by one with the dozen or so foreigners nearby, put away his