As the Divine Preservation Art circulated, Liu Yu's calm expression gradually changed. Sweat began to bead at his temples and forehead, dampening his robes.
"Whew."
Another four hours passed before he released a long breath of stale air. Like an invisible "air arrow," it stirred a little dust from the floor.
Liu Yu slowly lowered his hands from their spell gestures and finally opened his eyes.
Outside the window, darkness had already fallen. Cool moonlight spilled over the windowsill; it was already three quarters into Hai Hour.
Sensing that his cultivation and divine sense had grown a little stronger than before, he felt quietly satisfied.
Then he rose, left the Cultivation Room, and went to the washroom. He condensed a large ball of water with his magical power and began washing himself.
A short while later, once he had washed away all the dirt and sweat, Liu Yu entered the bedroom.
He undressed and lay down on the wooden bed, soon drifting into sleep.
Several consecutive magical battles, along with the necessary socializing with his fellow disciples, had kept his mind constantly taut. Even as a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, he had felt a wave of exhaustion.
Once he returned to his cave abode and relaxed, drowsiness immediately swept over him.
After an unknown length of time, Liu Yu opened his eyes groggily. He lay in a daze for a while before gradually regaining his clarity.
Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window and listening to the chirping of unidentified ordinary birds, he seemed to feel lighter at heart as well.
Calculating on his fingers, he found that it was already nearly Si Hour. He had slept for ten to twelve hours.
He rose, dressed, left the bedroom, and stepped out of the pavilion. Liu Yu stopped on