By the time he returned to his True Disciple Courtyard, darkness had fully fallen.
Moonlight spilled across the courtyard's flagstones, and the occasional lingering toll of a bell drifted from afar. Compared with the battlefield on Scarlet Cloud Mountain, where ghostly howls shook the heavens and thunder and fire streaked through the sky, this quiet almost made Lu Chen feel as though a lifetime had passed.
He had the courtyard servants bring enough drinking water and meat for several days, then began his secluded cultivation.
During this journey to Scarlet Cloud Mountain, Lu Chen's strength had advanced too quickly.
From the Bone-Forging Realm to the Organ-Nourishing Realm, from perfecting the Fourfold Demon-Subduing True Force to breaking his golden body's limits, he had used heaven-burying thunder to temper the thunder prison demon-subduing golden body. The transformation of that single month nearly equaled years of arduous cultivation for an ordinary martial artist.
He needed to consolidate his cultivation, settle his foundations, and digest what he had learned from those battles.
Lu Chen sat cross-legged in the meditation room, laid the Ember Sun Blade across the floor before his knees, closed his eyes, and began recalling every battle he had experienced during that time.
Four Organ-Nourishing experts had joined forces to surround and kill him outside Burning Wind Ridge. Ning Duanjiang's blade attacks had been fierce, Meng Zhenshan's hammer techniques heavy. Lu Chen reconstructed his breakout in his mind, examining each of his moves.
Caught in the battle at the time, he had only been able to seize fleeting opportunities by instinct.
Now, free of that mortal danger, he looked back and saw many openings he had never noticed. He had also wasted considerable blood energy during Golden Crow Blood Ignition. Had he controlled his strength more precisely, he would never have needed