The Roster

Xu Wuyi sat alone beside the pillar of light, the vortex in his palm still turning slowly.

Dark golden energy was continuously drawn out from the glowing patterns, flowing into the vortex and into his body.

He closed his eyes, immersing his entire mind in the fine-tuning of the vortex.

The output of Order power, the vortex's rotation speed, the number and distribution of tendrils, the strength of its suction. Every variable was clearly laid out in his perception, and he could make adjustments at any time.

At first, the adjustments were slow. He needed to try again and again before finding the optimal combination.

Gradually, his adjustments became faster and faster. His control over the vortex grew more adept, and his use of Order power became increasingly precise.

From morning until noon, from noon until night.

He sat there the entire time, the vortex in his palm spinning for a whole day.

Dark golden energy surged endlessly into his body, coursing through his meridians, absorbed by his cells, and settling within the Heart of Order.

When he finally stopped, it was already deep into the night.

He opened his eyes and let out a long breath. That breath carried a faint dark golden glow, slowly dissipating into the air.

His Heart Image accumulation had advanced another step.

The light of the Heart of Order had become more solid, and its rotation more stable. He could feel that he had drawn another step closer to completing his Heart Image accumulation.

More importantly, his control over Order power had risen to another level. That delicate fine-tuning had made his Order power more obedient than his own limbs.

Before, he had still needed to consciously control Order power when using it. Now, that control was gradually becoming instinct.

He rose to his