Lu Yuan's life settled into a rare period of routine and calm.
He spent most of his time each day submerged in the Gravity Cultivation Room, practicing body refining techniques.
Then, he would take a fixed hour to receive Liao Yu's "storm of spears" and another hour to practice Spear Skills, mainly focusing on the "First Strike" technique.
Every day, he engaged with the Imaginary Enemy at least three hundred times in his Consciousness Space, sparring with the Elephant God Walk.
Time whirled past like water, and half a month was gone in a flash.
HUFF—
Gravity Cultivation Room.
One hundred and seventy times normal gravity.
Lu Yuan exhaled deeply. His breath, like a white wave, pushed the air within the cultivation room, emitting soft, crackling sounds as the air compressed.
His physique had changed noticeably compared to half a month ago.
He seemed more solid and much more condensed.
