Late at night, all was silent.
Chen Shouyi sat cross-legged on the bed, entering deep tranquility.
His breathing was long and unhurried. Each inhalation and exhalation lasted more than a minute.
As his thoughts hovered between existence and nonexistence, a complex, astonishing image grew clearer in his mind. Every muscle fiber was slender yet tightly packed, full and three-dimensional. He could see not only the muscles on the surface, but also what lay within: the tiny blood vessels between them, the various nerve endings, the tendons between the muscles, and the lymphatic tissue.
There was no distinction between inside and out. What appeared in his mind was a four-dimensional image.
At that moment, it seemed he had completed a certain stage. The image in his mind began to spread slowly, and countless dim, crisscrossing lines at its edges started extending toward his internal organs. The lines wove together, gradually sketching out their general shapes...
More than ten minutes later, Chen Shouyi opened his eyes, his mind exhausted. A trace of delight flashed across his face.
After waiting so long, he had finally completed Muscle Refinement.
Chen Shouyi sat up in bed and held out his arm.
The muscles in his forearm began to twitch vigorously at his will, like the lively, bobbing keys of a piano.
And it wasn't just his arms.
Whether his limbs, his back, or even the soles of his feet, he could precisely control them all. He could even control the tiny muscles beneath the backs of his fingers, thin as a cicada's wing.
Of course, he had been able to do that before, but today it seemed much easier, requiring no effort at all.
He stood and moved his body around. His muscles seemed more coordinated, and when he exerted himself, it felt as though