The booklet was short, but every word was finely honed, holding profound insights into the Great Dao. Much of it answered questions about bottlenecks he had vaguely sensed countless times along his cultivation path, yet never had the leisure to examine closely. He did not force himself to memorize its precepts, instead allowing the Dao resonance within the words to slowly steep his mind, like pebbles sinking into still water, waiting for everything to settle naturally into place. By the time he finished reading, the darkness outside his window had faded, and dawn had broken.
He did not rush to circulate his cultivation technique and test what he had learned. Gently closing the booklet, he remained seated for a long while, allowing the insights it carried to settle slowly in his heart and find their place within the framework of his own cultivation.
For the next several days, Lin Feng stayed behind closed doors. He reread the metal booklet several times, leaving simple marks beside key passages and carefully tracing the logic hidden within them. Only after several days, when he thoroughly understood this method of circulating chaos power, did he follow its instructions and set the chaos power within his body circulating for the first time. No earthshaking phenomenon accompanied his first attempt, but he clearly sensed his power flowing more smoothly than before, as though a little of the silt long clogging a riverbed had been cleared away. The improvement was not dramatic, but its direction was certain.
After finishing, he did not continue cultivating relentlessly, deliberately taking a day to rest. When he circulated the technique again the following day, the effects were more pronounced. His chaos power no longer remained confined to his dantian, but slowly spread through his limbs and bones, like a river widening