Time passed bit by bit, and Chen Ye, who had been practicing for half a day, could not help feeling depressed.
The circulation path of this cultivation technique was completely different from any martial art he had been exposed to before, and practicing it was quite laborious.
The Heavenly Light Technique required practitioners to simultaneously open up multiple Force Sources in their bodies, causing them to circulate individually within the body and echo one another.
Just this single step multiplied the difficulty of practice several times over, and the requirement for the practitioner's control over their own power was ridiculously high.
Chen Ye tried to circulate True Qi according to the method in the book to the corresponding position, attempting to open the first Force Source.
However, the True Qi had barely traveled halfway when it felt as though it had slammed into an invisible wall, completely unable to advance an inch.
He tried repeatedly several times, and every single time ended in failure.
Don't even mention condensing force; he couldn't even take the first step of entering the threshold.
Chen Ye closed the book, rubbed his temples, and let out an involuntary sigh.
The difficulty of this cultivation technique was much greater than he had anticipated.
Chen Ye originally intended to go to the central military tent to consult Cui Changfeng, but when he lifted the tent flap, he saw that the sky had completely darkened.
He looked up and saw that apart from a few patrolling torches, there was no other light left in the camp.
He had no choice but to drop the matter.
It just so happened that he had been rushing around all day and was indeed quite exhausted.
He still had to march and travel tomorrow.
If he forced himself to stay up and