Another five months had passed in quiet accumulation, and now only a single month remained before the Hundred Sects Tournament began stirring the entire region with unseen movements.
Inside his chamber, Lin Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a steady stream of spiritual qi as the surrounding aura withdrew inward and settled with perfect control.
The circulation within his body stabilized completely, his foundation firm and unmoving as the strength of the eighth layer of Core Formation revealed itself with quiet clarity.
A faint sigh escaped his lips as he adjusted his posture slightly, his expression calm yet carrying a trace of awareness that did not belong to someone satisfied with mere progress.
Ha… it seems it will be a long time before I see such smooth progress again, he thought inwardly, not disappointed, but clearly recognizing that such effortless advancement was never meant to last.
