In the ancient palace, a robust figure strides determinedly towards the training room.
Carrying on his back a long silver staff, decorated with hollow secret patterns on both ends, a ripple of space spreads around from the palm of his hands as he grips it.
The magic is, these space ripples only hover three inches around the youth, continuously colliding, forming numerous lines in the void around him.
The lines appear faster and faster...
Soon, an image of a starry map emerges before his eyes.
Regrettably, when one-fifth of the pattern is formed, it abruptly stops.
His brow furrows slightly, seemingly discontent.
Applying a bit more force in the palm of his hand.
Space continues to ripple...
The map laboriously calculates, supplementing...
After a moment, the ripples of space stop, the lines chaotic.
Wu Yan reached and sat down on a stone platform within the training room.
Placing the silver staff to one side, he sighed.
