That evening, everyone except Zhang Yuchen gathered for another meal.
When they learned that Zhang Yuchen was seeking an opportunity to break through, they all nodded in praise.
The kid was usually pretty childish, but his talent for cultivation was anything but lacking. Coupled with the one-of-a-kind Yin-Yang Embroidery on his back, he was like a tiger with wings.
Aside from super geniuses like Mao Jing, who had even fallen unconscious during the process, ordinary people really could not keep up with Zhang Yuchen's cultivation speed.
Compared to noon, Purple Serenity Temple was much less crowded at night.
There were only seven or eight tables, and they were not even full. Most people had already left Purple Serenity Temple.
After dinner, quite a few people bid farewell to Real Person Yupo and departed Mount Heng.
We did not wander around either. After eating, we returned to our rooms.
Zhang Yuchen was still in seclusion, deep in contemplation. I played on my phone for a while, then started feeling sleepy.
Perhaps I had expended too much energy within that mental realm.
I slept straight through until ten the next morning, missing breakfast entirely.
When I woke up, I happened to see Zhang Yuchen sleeping soundly while clutching his erhu.
It looked like he had not broken through.
If he had, the surging true force would definitely have woken me.
As for whether he had found an opportunity for enlightenment, that was impossible to say.
After stretching and watching some videos for a while, Zhang Yuchen finally woke up.
"Brother Jiang, you're awake?"
"It's almost noon. How could I not be awake? How did your enlightenment go last night?"
"Not bad. I've got a bit of an idea now. The road ahead doesn't feel so muddled anymore, but breaking through might still