Late at night.
The moon shone bright amid sparse stars, hanging high in the sky. Though clouds no longer gathered as they had a few days before, there were still scarcely any stars to be seen.
Ever since he had entered this world, he had rarely seen a sky filled with stars. Most nights looked much like this.
Atop a tower in the imperial capital.
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged on the eaves.
His eyes were half closed, his expression calm as he tilted his head toward the sky. A closer look revealed that his body was trembling at an extremely rapid rate, a faint glimmer flickering around his flesh.
His mind had relaxed completely, allowing him to slip naturally into an inexplicable state.
Under his deliberate guidance, his steadily condensing consciousness slowly moved toward the Baihui point at the crown of his head. Like someone trapped in a mire, it moved with agonizing slowness, yet broke free of its restraints little by little.
Before long, threads of consciousness had left his body, and the tidal wave of exhaustion he had experienced during his previous cultivation session swiftly surged back.
Yet it was noticeably weaker than last time. Yes, the exhaustion itself had weakened considerably; it was not that his mental strength had increased all that much.
Though he still felt deeply exhausted, he could endure it for longer.
Sensing this, Lin Sheng continued concentrating his mind.
All his mental energy condensed into a ball of light, emerging little by little through the Baihui point until it had left his body entirely.
The instant it broke free, the exhaustion intensified, forcing him to return to his body immediately. But before he did, he clearly saw countless stars arrayed across the heavens like a painting or a poem.
Hah...
His consciousness returned,