Three days slipped by in the blink of an eye.
The atmosphere throughout Milky Way Supernatural Ability Academy had long since been completely ignited by the fervor of the Freshman Competition.
On the Campus Forum, countless freshmen posted heated discussions, talking about Zhao Long and Lu Yuan's standoff from afar, guessing at the battle strength of the newly risen genius. Post after post kept flooding the screen, the arguments endless, the clamor boiling over until it seemed loud enough to overturn the heavens.
But all the noise outside could not disturb the peace inside Nebula Manor in the slightest.
Outside, hearts were restless and talk was everywhere, yet Lu Yuan's inner world was clear, calm, and without a ripple.
All day, he sat quietly within the secluded palace. A faint chill lingered around him, his eyes lightly closed, his breathing long, steady, and even.
His mind had completely sunk into his sea of consciousness, repeatedly sorting through and carefully chewing over the vast stream of information Hua Rong had poured into his mind that day. He settled his heart and little by little comprehended the obscure, difficult-to-understand secret art of the Ice Profound Meaning.
This top-tier secret art, personally created by a Star Extreme Realm expert, was profound to the extreme.
Even with Lu Yuan's top-tier comprehension, he could only understand the surface for now. Most of the principles behind the circulation of the ice origin were obscure and difficult to fathom.
Yet even so, merely passively sensing the rhythm flowing within it allowed him to clearly feel the depth and terror of this secret art.
Every line contained the supreme principles of heaven and earth, cold and majestic, profound and endless.
Lu Yuan's lashes trembled lightly, and a thick yearning and burning gleam swept through his eyes.
He knew