Xiao Ran flipped through the Guiyuan Technique, a script of over five thousand words, each sentence accompanied by detailed annotations.
The annotators were not just one person, judging from the names, there were monks, daoists, and laymen; one could say the Guiyuan Technique was explained thoroughly, even the creator of the cultivation technique wouldn't have been as comprehensive.
Born with spiritual eyes, Xiao Ran's talent for cultivation was second only to that of a Heavenly Spiritual Root; after reciting it twice, he tried to practice.
He sensed the faint spiritual energy between heaven and earth, following the meridians to circulate it and refine it into mana that converged in the Dantian.
One cycle of circulation ended, and when he awoke from his cultivation, half an hour had already passed.
Activating the few strands of mana within his Dantian, utterly different from the Qi-Blood of martial arts, Xiao Ran's thoughts churned like turbulent waves.
