Universality of Cultivation Methods

Tang Yuyang lay back in the specially made recliner. Once his breathing had initially stabilized, they immediately moved him into the large machine for an urgent examination, checking his current physical condition for any valuable data or signs of unusual changes.

He had finally settled down, but the "experimental subjects" still scattered throughout the partitioned sections of the quiet room were suffering through it. Again and again, they tried, silently reciting the scriptures and hoping to grasp that sliver of "true nature" within meditation.

Those inside were enduring it; those outside were enduring it too.

After the initial excitement faded, aside from the researchers specifically assigned to follow Tang Yuyang's progress, many experts dutifully returned to their seats before the experimental area and continued their manual observations, processing, and report editing.

Some even held standard-issue thermoses steeped with goji berries and red dates, looking plainly determined to camp out here no matter what.

"Did anything change inside while Little Tang was out?"

Even the aged Professor Pan had gradually calmed down and begun asking about the others in the quiet room.

"Everything is normal, Professor."

The operator before him pointed at the display. "Take this one, for example. His overall biological fluctuations have remained steady between 4.37 and 4.38 standard units. There have basically been no changes at all, except—"

"Except what?"

"I think he may have secretly scratched his thigh just now. Something flickered in the surveillance feed. I haven't had time to review the recording, so I'm not certain."

At that, a somewhat younger old professor beside them smiled. He unscrewed his cup and blew on the steam. "That's perfectly normal. Don't demand too much. Didn't the one practicing the Everlasting Spring Technique snore last time? They're modern people, not actual immortals."

"Take it slowly. You can't rush