Contemplation

Shen Changchuan knew nothing of the conversation among the Mystic Core Realm True Persons and Old Ancestors high above.

Even if he had known, he probably would not have spared it much thought.

At that moment,

he had devoted almost all his attention to the changes in the technique governing the movement of spatial power.

He studied how the mighty Mystic Core Realm cultivator wielded spatial power, trying to fold what he learned into his own experience in the hope of creating a new Application of Space Power.

Thanks to the immense experience he had accumulated from several thousand perfected spells,

Shen Changchuan discovered

that he was advancing along this path with astonishing speed.

Perhaps Xuanfeng True Person's technique for wielding spatial power was the simplest, most fundamental method, one that fell within the realm of spells, allowing his accumulation of perfected spells to prove useful.

Or perhaps there was some other reason.

Shen Changchuan did not understand the cause.

But it did not matter. As long as he succeeded, who cared how it worked?

After all, black cat or white cat, a cat that caught mice was a good cat.

Besides, even if he could not figure it out now,

once his cultivation advanced and he learned more, he would naturally understand.

And so,

Shen Changchuan shut out nearly every influence from the outside world

and immersed himself in comprehending the use of spatial power.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in meditation.

It was hardly exciting to watch,

so the curious gazes that had been fixed on him drifted away one by one.

Then Lin Wushuang struck, stunning everyone.

The surrounding crowd's attention was drawn to Lin Wushuang, countless gazes converging on him,

and no one paid any mind to Shen Changchuan in the corner.

He was