Having discovered the Secret Scripture Pavilion, Zhang Tie slightly adjusted his daily schedule. He cut the time he spent igniting Bright Points beneath the torrent and tempering his body by six hours, reducing it from twelve hours to four. The time spent chanting the Great Wilderness Infinite Treasury Mantra was also compressed from three hours to one. His sleep remained unchanged at five hours a day. With these adjustments, he increased the time he spent cultivating combat skills and secret techniques from four hours to fourteen.
This adjustment would delay Zhang Tie's advancement to Level 12 by a few days, but at the same time, it would make his strength more solid and powerful. Besides, he was only nine Bright Points away from advancing to Level 12, so he was no longer in such a hurry.
During these days of secluded cultivation in Castle of Black Iron, after casting all the chaos of the outside world behind his mind, Zhang Tie felt that it was no great matter after all. So what if the human race and the Devil Race fought until heaven and earth went dark? He was not even a Knight yet—what was the point of worrying so much? The world would keep turning without anyone, and his own strength was the greatest guarantee of his survival. Only the stronger one was, the more say one had; only then could one better protect oneself and those around one, and have a greater influence on the future course of the war. Even if a Level 6 soldier leaped about in the Holy War for a hundred years, his achievements might not equal those of a Knight taking part in a single day of the Holy War. Zhang Tie had run around with the Sener Family for over ten days