Chen Yu sat up at once. He did not turn on the lights, instead drawing the curtains so no one could see what was happening inside.
He spread out his hand and saw a talisman formed from mana spinning, shifting, and dancing endlessly in his palm.
A faint blue glow leaped in his hand, like a wisp of mist that could disperse at any moment, yet also like the afterglow of stars racing through the void toward eternity.
His own will flowed into the talisman along with the mana, seemingly merging with it and moving according to his intent.
At that moment, Chen Yu felt as if his heart had merged with those ancient sages, and he uttered the same words the Dao Patriarch must have spoken upon discovering spellcraft:
"Beautiful..."
Talismans were an extension of a cultivator's will, a bridge between cultivators and heaven and earth.
A cultivator who had not fully mastered talismans could not possibly cast spells. They were merely mortals far stronger than ordinary people.
Quietly admiring the spell in his hand, Chen Yu waved it away. The sphere of light immediately scattered and melted into the darkness.
After remaining silent in the dark for a long while, a question surfaced in Chen Yu's mind:
"How did I master spellcraft?"
Thinking back on what had just happened, he realized that he had been solving problems, solving problems, and then continuing to solve problems.
Under the effects of his Constitution, his mana rapidly burned away, his Spiritual Root bloomed, and his comprehension harmonized with it before unleashing all his potential.
But no matter how much potential he unleashed, there was no way he could create something he had never seen out of thin air.
The only explanation was that, without realizing it, he had encountered someone capable