"The critical point is 4.9 on the spiritual scale, the same as the traditional method."
Lady Allen lightly tapped her fingertips on the table, with a deep gaze:
"Once the spiritual power reaches this critical point, it's like a door has been knocked on, waiting for the final key to open it."
Ron nodded silently.
He had long anticipated this, as the essence of advancement, whether by the traditional path or the path of truth, is the same — a qualitative transformation of spiritual power and a leap to a higher level.
"As for specific meditation techniques and other methods to improve the success rate of breakthroughs..."
Lady Allen pondered for a moment, seemingly considering how to articulate this ancient and complex knowledge.
She stood up and walked to the window, her lavender hair gently swaying in the breeze.
Sunlight shone through the window, casting a hazy silhouette of her, as if she were a ghost from ancient times.
