The Lesson Deepens
The dying sun on the training grounds had completely sunk beneath the horizon, replaced by dragon-oil torches blazing around the platform. The leaping flames stretched and tore their shadows into fragments, like two demonic gods locked in a primordial struggle.
Zhou Yuan's vision had begun to blur—his brain's self-protective response to severe pain—yet his perception had never been so clear.
"*Crack!*"
Another crisp strike. The dead branch in Li An's hand seemed to come alive like a purple dragon, its tail sweeping heavily against the flanks of Zhou Yuan's spinal dragon meridian. In that instant, Zhou Yuan felt as though lightning had pierced through him. His spiritual power, previously sluggish from excessive tension, now surged madly up his spinal cord under this strike, rushing straight toward his crown.
