The wait lasted most of the night.
Old Master Li stood like a stone statue, motionless and silent, seemingly without even a breath. All his qi dynamics had withdrawn, as though something had become nothing.
Lian Youming sat on a rock, circulating his internal breath as he waited quietly, while sensing the wondrous changes taking place in the old man.
The old man was right before his eyes, yet gradually vanished from his perception, as though merging with the mountains and rivers, becoming a blade of grass or a tree between heaven and earth. It also seemed as though his inner and outer worlds had connected into one continuous whole. It was profoundly mysterious.
Was this the Mystic Connection Grand Realm?
Perhaps this realm was still some distance away for Lian Youming, but on the surface, it no longer seemed all that far.
Yet his understanding of its mysteries still went no further than instinctively avoiding danger and sensing enemies in advance.
It concerned the mind.
It involved the brain.
The human body had many vital points, but the brain was paramount, even more fragile than the heart and lungs. One careless move, and death or injury was commonplace.
When he had circulated his internal qi and guided his spiritual awareness in the past, he had achieved a complete circuit, but only along the meridians, exercising the utmost caution...
But circumstances were pressing now. No matter what, he had to find every possible way to improve his strength.
He might have won this battle, but this was only the beginning.
The killing intent grew thicker, the danger deeper.
Only when those few supreme figures appeared, together with the Old-Era Martial Artists emerging one after another, would the struggle between good and evil truly begin in earnest. If he could not