The inner hall of the Zhang Clan was silent, the ground paved with blue stone engraved with a complex Spirit Gathering Array, with three High Grade Spirit Stones embedded at the array hub, slowly releasing pure spiritual energy.
Zhang Xiaocheng sat cross-legged at the center of the array hub, wearing a training uniform embroidered with cloud patterns, his eyes tightly closed, surrounded by a faint mid-stage Golden Core pressure.
He had been in seclusion here for three days, attempting to break through the bottleneck to the late-stage Golden Core, but every time the spiritual energy touched the barrier of his meridians, it was blocked by an invisible sense of stagnation.
"Forget it; the foundation is insufficient, and it cannot be forced."
Zhang Xiaocheng sighed softly, ready to end his cultivation session.
Suddenly, a light blue spiritual light descended like a curtain of the sky, carrying a vast starry breath, instantly enveloping his entire being.
