Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside Room C-7, Fang Han sat cross-legged. The aura around him was faint, almost imperceptible, as if he had merged with the room's table, chairs, and the dust on the floor.
His mind was focused as he channeled the Ten Thousand Transformations Concealing Breath Technique with all his effort.
After days of arduous cultivation, boosted by his terrifying thirty-two-fold Secret Technique Talent, his understanding of this Breath Concealment Secret Technique deepened daily.
His Inner Qi flowed through the complex and subtle meridians with increasing smoothness and ease. His ability to conceal and control his own aura, life force, and even body temperature had reached a whole new level.
Suddenly, the already extremely faint fluctuations of his aura, like a candle flame brushed by a gentle breeze, abruptly subsided and retracted completely.
A realm of "emptiness" spread out.
