Metage

Seeing Ye Qingxuan hold the broken stone plate and close his eyes to meditate, the masters who were watching from afar couldn't help but whisper among themselves. After his body entered the state of aether circulation, the chaotic aether wave rapidly subsided.

Although they didn't know Ye Qingxuan's plan, they still managed to vaguely guess bits and pieces of it after so many days. What little they guessed already sufficed to make them feel incredulous and absurd.

"Do you think it can work?" one of them asked.

"I don't know," another replied.

"It feels inconceivable no matter how you look at it." An aged master had conservative views on the subject. "Many have come up with such quirky ideas since the ancient times, but few have succeeded."