Xu Yan, although he had entered the threshold of martial arts, maintained his usual daily routine—cooking when it was time to cook and tending to the chickens when it was time to feed them. Li Xuan seemed to be his usual carefree self as well.
Behind closed doors, however, he was scratching his head and agonizing over how to create the theoretical framework for the cultivation of the Innate Realm, including the theories and even the cultivation techniques themselves.
He knew that he needed a concept for the direction of cultivation beyond the Innate Realm,
to lay a theoretical foundation for the random concoctions of realms and cultivation techniques to come.
If the cultivation technique he made up wasn't enigmatic enough, Li Xuan's own cultivation would not be strong enough; the sentiment wouldn't be profound enough. It wouldn't enable Xu Yan, this monstrous prodigy, to understand the profundities deeply.
