Within the Divine Palace, incense smoke curled, and all was silent and still.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged on a Meditation Mat, his Heart and Spirit sinking into the profound Magic Technique Panel that only he could see.
His gaze swept over the names of the Great Divine Techniques at the top, each one dazzlingly brilliant and heavy with Dao Rhyme.
Finally, it settled on a name in the lower part of the panel—a Magic technique that had grown dim from disuse, almost "squeezed" into a corner by the glorious titles above it: *Master of Profound Mysteries*.
Seeing this name, a flicker of reminiscence appeared in Qi Yun's eyes.
This technique had been quite helpful to him back when his Cultivation was still shallow.
But as his Cultivation deepened and his Magic grew more wondrous, he used it less and less.
