After handling the sect's various matters, he refocused his thoughts on cultivation.
Now, there was only a year and a half left until the sect-wide competition, an extremely tight timeframe, so he was unwilling to delay further.
Sitting on the Jade Couch, after a few cycles of breathing, he took out the Broken Jade and allowed his Heart and Spirit to immerse into it, starting to cultivate the spell it had revealed.
After a few days, he had thoroughly familiarized himself with this cultivation technique, withdrew from the Broken Jade, and activated the spell slightly. Then, with a sharp point of his finger, a booming sound resounded, and a stream of water light shot out, reaching ten zhang away.
At his fingertip, the light was just a thin wisp, like candle smoke, but as it extended further, it grew wider and broader, reaching nine feet across at the farthest end, resembling a small river with rippling water sounds echoing tumultuously.
