Read a book a hundred times, and its meaning will reveal itself.
After all the relevant memories had flashed before his eyes a thousand times, Li Qingxian tightly shut his eyes.
The mana within him flowed endlessly into his head, for a violent transformation was taking place inside his brain.
That transformation was too intense, almost like cramming all the books from a large library into his brain in a single instant.
What was more, his memories contained scenes of the Jade Clarity True King and the Purple Tenuity Emperor expounding the Dao.
Wenkui, the Fate Spirit upon the Youth Fate Ground, suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the remaining azure waterfall dry. Then he spat it out, and azure water carrying specks of starlight surged into Li Qingxian's brain, merging with his mana.
Li Qingxian remained seated where he was, falling into an exceedingly strange state.
From the outside, his eyes were shut, as though he had fallen asleep.
Yet within his spiritual world, he was madly absorbing and consolidating everything he had learned, integrating it into himself.
Everything that had once been correct, solid, and familiar became even clearer.
Everything that had once been vague, mistaken, or overlooked was remedied one by one.
Within his spiritual world, Li Qingxian seemed to have lived through ten thousand years, thoroughly digesting all the knowledge of Daoist arts and Fate Arts he knew.
Of all he had seen, there was nothing he did not know and nothing he did not understand.
Only after a full three days did Li Qingxian open his eyes, jade light rippling within them.
Li Qingxian blinked once, and the precious light faded. His eyes were far more translucent and clear than before, like clear lakes set into his eye sockets.
His ears rose and trembled faintly