Hours turned into days, and days blurred seamlessly into weeks.
On Harmony Heaven Peak, time moved differently—marked not by sunrise and sunset, but by the ebb and flow of spiritual resonance that pulsed through the mountain's heart. For most disciples, the first few weeks were an uphill battle of adaptation—learning to breathe, meditate, and think under the unrelenting pressure of the mountain's qi.
But for Tian Lei, the mountain's rhythm had already become a part of his own heartbeat.
He spent his mornings absorbing Elder Huyan's lectures in the Grand Formation Plaza, where vast arrays unfolded in the sky like living diagrams. The afternoons were reserved for private comprehension—hours upon hours of silent refinement within his chamber, where he disassembled every rune, every node, every theoretical structure the sect provided.
