Night deepened, and lamplight flickered in the inn room.
Qin Han sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes lightly closed and his hands forming a profound seal.
Wisps of invisible fluctuations slowly spread from between his brows, rippling through the room like waves across water.
After putting away the map, Qin Han had begun studying the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds.
As its name suggested, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds consisted of eight sounds.
The first sound rose like a dragon crying out across the nine heavens, shaking the mind and spirit.
The second sound layered upon it like an enraged dragon's roar, crushing souls and tearing spirits apart.
The third sound joined them like a host of dragons dancing wildly, throwing the mind into chaos.
From the fourth to the eighth, each sound was more domineering than the last. Once the eighth was mastered, a single long roar could violently shake the souls of every living creature within a hundred miles, while the weak would have their souls scattered outright.
But this technique had one deadly catch: every sound required immense soul power to sustain it.
The more sounds, the greater the consumption.
With Qin Han's current soul strength, he could barely unleash the first four. If he uttered the fifth, he would probably pass out first.
Moreover, the cultivation method for this Dou Technique was rather peculiar.
It relied on vibrations of soul power to trigger a certain special resonance between heaven and earth.
While cultivating it, he had to condense his soul power into threads and construct one mysterious musical rune after another within his mind. He then used those runes to stir the Dou Qi within his body. Only when the two resonated could he produce a sound.
It sounded mystifying, and practicing it was even more