"Roar..."
Faintly, Lin Shisan heard the Hornless Dragon True Spirit roar.
Holding back the delighted surprise in his heart, Lin Shisan sat cross-legged on the stone stool in the courtyard, his hands resting on his knees and his eyes slightly closed.
He was circulating his cultivation manuals.
The Nine Tribulations Taiji Art, the Nine Yang Wheel-Transferring Cultivation Manual, and the Nine Heavens True Dragon Art.
Since arriving at the Dragon Palace, he had cast aside his reservations, cycling through the three cultivation manuals in hopes of breaking the seal on his Dantian sooner.
His heart was as clear as a mirror: the calmer things seemed, the more dangers lurked, and his only support was his own strength.
Only a hard enough fist could keep him standing firm until the end.
The gap in the seal within his Dantian had widened from the thickness of a hair to that of a chopstick.
The spiritual energy seeping through flowed like a trickling stream, slowly traveling through and nourishing his parched meridians.
With every circuit, his meridians grew a little warmer, and that long-absent sense of strength awakened a little more in his blood.
"Roar..."
The Hornless Dragon True Spirit lay curled upon the Taiji Wheel.
The small, pale-gold horn on its head occasionally gave off a faint glow.
It seemed to be sleeping, yet also seemed to be sensing something.
It looked lazy and muddled, occasionally shifting its body like a sleeping person turning over to find another position before drifting off again.
"You've certainly learned to imitate her well."
A figure inexplicably flashed through Lin Shisan's mind: Poison Lady, Feng Xian'er.
The first time he had met her, she had looked just like this, languid and drowsy, wandering through the Duke of Zhou's realm of dreams.
"Once Little Stone's matter is