Life resumed its inherent, deep pool-like tranquility once more. Lynch's days swung rhythmically between cultivation and experimentation, like a precise pendulum.
For the majority of the time, he was immersed in self-improvement. Whether in the cultivation room buried in drafts and symbols, poring over mountains of classics and scrolls, deducing the decay trajectory of the Decay Law, sketching the folding model of the Space Law; or stepping into the Time Hut, lingering in the mysteries of time left by Wizard Somda, feeling the pulse of that invisible torrent.
Day after day, with a focused heart. The system's notification sound became the most recurring rhythm in this silence, cold, yet reassuring:
[Space Law Skill Level +1]
[Decay Law Skill Level +1]
[Time Law Skill Level +1]
The numbers on the panel, slowly and steadily increasing, were the best reward for all his focus and sweat.
