He sat cross-legged, eyes closed.
Unbidden, all his cultivation and martial arts techniques flashed through his mind: Avici Dao Three Sabers, Dragon Roar, Wind Control Technique, Supreme Mysterious Scripture, Vajra Glaze Body...
He revisited each of these familiar techniques, reviewing them anew.
It was as if he had practiced them all over again.
Although his cultivation had not increased, his mental realm had improved.
Chen Yuan let out a long breath after an indeterminate amount of time, opened his eyes, and a glint of sharpness passed through them. His aura was now more refined and solid than the day before, like night and day.
Even if he were to don a Daoist robe at this moment, his current ethereal temperament could convince many that he was an Immortal.
As the Daoist scripture ended, Chen Yuan came back to his senses.