The sun rose and set.
In the blink of an eye, it was evening the next day.
Twin Peaks.
North Peak.
Qian sat cross-legged, eyes tightly shut, his brows furrowing and relaxing from time to time. Faint blue veins showed at his temples, and his whole person seemed to be in the middle of a mental storm.
In truth, that was more or less the case.
Just now, he had dispelled the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique and recalled all the shadow clones training nearby.
At this moment, he was doing his utmost to digest the Cultivation Experience and memories those shadow clones had accumulated over the past hour.
A massive amount of information flooding in over a short period naturally led to his current state.
Fortunately, his Spiritual Power was strong. Even after enduring this kind of impact from time to time over the past day, he could still hold on.
About fifteen minutes later, Qian opened his eyes again.
At that moment, a sharp gleam seemed to flicker in his pupils.
Qian carefully recalled the sudden understanding that had just surfaced in his mind.
Only after a long while did he rise and arrive at a spot in the distance where one of his shadow clones had previously been training.
This was a fairly open clearing in the woods. The ground beneath his feet and the few large trees scattered around it all bore traces of lightning strikes, making the place look extremely ugly.
That was right. This was precisely where the shadow clone had been practicing Lightning Style: Lightning Prison for more than a day.
And after more than a day of this, plus the previous week of practice, his Lightning Style: Lightning Prison had finally reached the lv7 (0/0) Perfected Realm just now.
He had come over