She raised her hand, and Nen poured from her palm, enveloping the five chinchillas.
With a pop, the chinchillas turned into dragonflies with half-meter wingspans, their wings shimmering in the sunlight.
Ponzu silently commanded, Line up.
The five dragonflies moved.
The first flew forward, followed by the second, the third, the fourth, and the fifth. They formed a straight line and circled above Ponzu's head.
"Hover."
The dragonflies stopped, hovering in midair.
But the leftmost one's wings trembled, and it drifted half a meter to the left. Ponzu frowned and enveloped it in Nen again, slowly drawing it back.
While Ponzu worked hard at her training, the years of cultivation contained in the drop of liquid True Essence in Odin's Nen Script Dantian were rising rapidly.
An hour later, it reached a thousand years of cultivation.
Huh?!
Under Odin's gaze, a second drop of liquid True Essence quietly began to condense.
A thousand years of cultivation makes one drop of liquid True Essence. Looks like filling this Nen Script Dantian won't be easy, Odin thought, but he had no intention of stopping his cultivation.
Time ticked by.
The sun slowly moved west from overhead, and Rock Mountain's shadow lengthened.
By evening, the third drop of liquid True Essence was already condensing inside his Nen Script Dantian.
Odin stopped then to sense the changes in his body.
His muscles were firmer than they had been that morning, and his bone density seemed to have increased a little as well.
He opened his eyes and looked at his hands.
"What a pain. Looks like my visible aura capacity is limiting my conversion speed!" Odin raised his head and sighed helplessly.
He could indeed spend the entire day converting True Essence to cultivate now.
But after today's cultivation, Odin had discovered that his