The Summons Drew Near

Xu Wuyi sank his entire consciousness into his body.

In his perception, the network of meridians and blood vessels throughout his body resembled an immensely complex map. Countless tiny branches extended from either side of every main artery, and those branches split into even finer offshoots, layer upon layer, densely packed together.

He needed to redraw this map.

He spent three full days on the task. During those three days, he barely ate or drank, devoting all his focus to the dense network of meridians.

The course of every meridian, the connection of every node, the energy throughput of every terminal—all of it appeared with perfect clarity in his perception.

He discovered many things he had previously overlooked.

For instance, there was a meridian branch along the inside of his left arm. He added a small cycle there, so that when the power of Order passed through that meridian, it would not simply flow straight through. Instead, it first made a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn within that small area.

It gathered the energy that had dissipated after being absorbed by the muscles, then sent it back into the main cycle.

That one tiny adjustment increased the energy efficiency of that meridian by nearly thirty percent.

There were many similar places. Each adjustment was minute, but once every terminal throughout his body had been modified, the cumulative effect became considerable.

On the fourth day, he finished reorganizing the circulation route.

The new route was at least three times more complex than before. Every terminal had a clear guidance path, and the power of Order flowed through his body like a precise water network. There was no waste anywhere, no stagnation anywhere.

Next came the iron law.

When he had created the rule "Effort Must Bear Fruit," he had forcibly inscribed it using