"I used a whopping 300,000 Power of Wishes just to comprehend a hint of mystery from the True Form Atlas, but, this isn't the 'Wings Hanging from the Sky,' is it?"
This time, it took a full eight shichen for Zhou Ping'an to rise from the Quiet Room, push open the door, and walk out.
The eastern sky was turning pale with dawn, and a gentle breeze was wafting in.
His mind instantly cleared.
Spending such a long time with the brain overclocking, to say I wasn't tired would be a lie.
But as for exactly what he had figured out, he really had no clue deep down.
"According to what Uncle Master Yu said, those who are not geniuses of the utmost brilliance should not forcefully seek to comprehend and practice it; otherwise, it will surely harm the body, and one's cultivation would not advance but regress.