Lu Yuan was jolted awake by the aura of the River of Light.
The curtains had not been drawn tightly, and two colors of light seeped through the gap.
One was the gray-white of early morning; the other was the pale violet lingering from the River of Light.
The two lights intertwined across the floor, looking somewhat unreal.
Lu Yuan lay in bed for a few seconds.
His physical condition was decent. His mind was clearer than yesterday, and the dull ache brought on by several days of intense inscription work had mostly faded.
At the edge of his vision, Gray-White Text flickered.
[Sanity: +12...67/120]
Not high.
But enough.
Lu Yuan sat up without immediately getting out of bed.
He leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.
Guard.
Ever since Mo Shui had given him that Knowledge Path Guide, his training in guard had never stopped.
It increased by 0.3 every day. He occasionally missed a day or two, but he had generally kept it up.
Yesterday, it had reached 9.9.
Today, it should have reached the threshold.
His consciousness sank deep into his mind.
The outline of that river was clearer than ever before.
It was no longer a vague sensation. It was there, winding and flowing, surging from some unseen source and advancing through a narrow riverbed.
Lu Yuan followed the river's direction with his senses.
Something blocked the end of the riverbed.
Like a thin membrane.
Every time he trained before, he could feel that membrane thinning.
Today, it was almost transparent.
Lu Yuan did not hesitate.
He focused his consciousness on the river. Rather than forcing it forward, he followed its flow and let the power of Sanity itself strike the membrane.
Like water overflowing once it was full.
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