Lu Yan had the feeling of returning to the origin of the magic.
Although it was not as mystical as being at the true source of magic, it was not to be underestimated. The efficiency of his study was far better than the impressions branded in his memory.
Lu Yan was first shocked, then overjoyed.
He hadn't expected that the Tao Soul Pupil would have such an amazing effect. The help it provided him was absolutely astounding.
Immediately, he composed his mind and devotedly immersed himself in comprehension.
Ten young men and women, ten monstrous geniuses, sat like ten stone statues in the square, motionless.
Seasons changed from spring to autumn, winds blew and rains fell, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
Finally, one of the young men moved.
