Ever since he and his father, Tang Hao, had discussed the "Phantom Illusion Secret Technique" in depth that night, Tang San had temporarily bid farewell to the bustle of the Vast Sea Soul Arena and devoted all his energy to cultivating this new Concealment Method.
The room at the Listening Tide Pavilion Inn once again became his secluded meditation chamber.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind completely immersed within his body as he guided his Soul Power along the unique and ingenious pathways of the "Phantom Illusion Secret Technique," forcing it with difficulty through the fine meridians that were usually almost entirely overlooked.
At first, the process was exceptionally arduous.
These secondary meridians were far narrower and less resilient than the main meridians. When his Soul Power flowed through them, it was like a stream surging into a dry, narrow riverbed. Not only was its speed slow, but it also brought waves of soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain.
With the slightest carelessness, even a minor deviation in his control of his Soul Power would trigger slight spasms in the meridians, making cold sweat pour from his forehead.
But how could Tang San's willpower possibly be weak?
In his previous life, which of the various secret techniques from the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record practiced by the Tang Sect had not required enduring endless tempering?
He kept his father's warnings in mind and remained neither hurried nor impatient. Relying on his powerful Spiritual Power and profound understanding of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, he was like the most patient craftsman, gradually opening up and nourishing these unfamiliar meridian pathways bit by bit.
He first focused on simulating the lowest-level ten-year Soul Ring—that faint white radiance.
It looked simple, but in reality, it required extremely precise "dilution" and "frequency reduction" of his