In his room, Lin Qiye sat cross-legged on the floor, checking his condition.
He was almost four years old, and his talent, Heavenly Thunder Annihilation, had reached 83%, which was still quite a distance away from 90%.
The further he went, the more difficult it would be to increase his development level.
It was self-evident how tough it would be to compress Heavenly Thunder Annihilation to the size of a hair without making any mistakes for a few hours.
Lin Qiye shook his head slightly.
He condensed the Heavenly Thunder Annihilation into his palm. Then, he started to manipulate it with full concentration.
In the room, a tiny strand of lightning hair slowly swam out from Lin Qiye's fingertip, stretching and lengthening. It intersected into a sphere, which grew bigger and bigger from a ping-pong ball size to a tennis ball, to a basketball, to a wheel... Until the entire room was filled.
