Chu Xisheng returned to his room, sat upright on the floor, and refreshed the Martial Dao Treasury for all he was worth.
There was little point in practicing the Formless Art.
The best time for Chu Xisheng to cultivate his Origin Power was the two-hour period around sunrise. Circulating his cultivation method with the appropriate medicinal pills would produce the best results.
In fact, after the Origin-Nourishing Art advanced into the Formless Art, it was no longer restricted to any particular time.
But because of his Six Yin Soul-Returning Incantation, Chu Xisheng could only cultivate his Origin Power at dawn.
At any other time, he would get half the results for twice the effort.
Moreover, cultivating his Origin Power for more than two hours would greatly diminish the effects.
Although Chu Xisheng now had ample resources and a top-tier physique, he still needed to accumulate progress day after day to improve his Origin Power cultivation.
The cramped cabin was also unsuitable for practicing martial arts such as the Divine-Intent Death-Touching Saber.
His Saber Astral Force now extended five feet at the slightest move. One careless stroke could slice through the walls.
No! After Pure Yang reached the eighth stage, his Saber Astral Force had grown considerably stronger, extending almost five feet six inches.
Thus, Chu Xisheng could only practice less destructive moves in this room, and even then he had to be extremely careful not to scrape or strike anything.
Chu Xisheng thought he might as well wait until he rolled the talent he wanted, then cultivate in his dreams.
But he had only spent three Blood Essence Points refreshing when he heard several tremendous booms outside the ship. Vast shock waves and surging Astral Qi swept over it, pushing the vessel into a distant glide before the hull beneath