For the next three days, the Fan Family's Hall of Resonant Trials echoed with the thunder of beasts, the hum of sword qi, and the steady rhythm of a man pushing the limits of mortal endurance.
Mo Han arrived each morning before sunrise and left only when the moon had fully risen. Every day, without fail, he placed another pouch of aura stones — one thousand per session (10 hours) — onto the counter. The attendants had stopped gasping after the first day, but whispers about the mysterious man from the Eternal Night Mansion spread like wildfire through the estate.
He was the cultivator who never rested, the one who fought illusions as if the forest itself were his enemy.
Inside the chamber, the illusion of the forest roared to life each day. The scent of damp soil and resin hung thick in the air, trees towering over him, the sky painted in a wash of molten gold.
