Logan didn't move.
He continued sitting in a cross-legged position in the center of his room. The door to his room was locked, the windows were shut. It was like the world outside had totally been forgotten.
And he kept cultivating. His breathing was steady like a rhythm.
Slow and deep inhales.
Then a pause followed by slow exhales.
It felt so peaceful.
The spiritual energy from Spirit Nectar was being refined inside him. It spread through his meridians in waves. It was too dense and pure. The spiritual energy he collected from the corpses of dungeon monsters was nothing compared to it.
The void soul sutra was in full motion, refining Qi from this spiritual energy and channeling through every vein and pore of his body. His internal energy kept increasing in a steady state.
Time passed.
First seconds.
Then minutes.
Then hours.
With eyes shut, his focus was absolute.
His spine remained straight like a drawn blade.
His expression was blank and his heart calm.
