Mu Yuan finally found Deathbone at the academy.
Night had fallen, and most of Tian Yuan Territory was already shrouded in darkness. In the southern residential district, only a few places, such as the hospital and Garrison Department Building, kept their lights on all night.
The academy was one of those places.
It was a rare building. There was no need to light kerosene lamps, for crystal lamp pillars stood within it, casting a soft yet bright glow.
It was just very late—deep into the night—and hardly anyone remained inside the academy.
In front of a bookshelf, Deathbone stood motionless in bright black armor, a pitch-black cloak hanging down behind him. Around him, refined energy took the form of palms, removing books from the shelves and setting them in midair, where their pages flipped rapidly.
At times, he stopped turning pages and fell into thought. At others, he picked up his pen and scribbled across blank sheets of paper.
Once he had finished gathering his source material, Deathbone picked up a blank book and began entering its contents.
After a while,
a book titled Steady Combat: From Tian Yuan Territory to the Whole World gradually took shape.
For Deathbone, there was no end to the path of steadiness. He was merely an insignificant climber on that road. He still needed to keep improving and learning.
Learning was not limited to cultivation and creating skills.
Steadiness was not something so one-sided.
Combat skills and cultural refinement—he had to grasp both and learn both. Only then could he avoid straying onto the wrong path while climbing the road of steadiness.
For that reason, he had specifically asked the lord to bring over many related books and documents.
But the path of steadiness could not simply be copied.
Steadiness differed from territory to