"If this doesn't succeed after practice, then it must be incredibly foolish."
As he spoke, it was as though he remembered something and glanced at Xian Banmeng, whose expression had darkened slightly, and awkwardly said:
"Sorry, I wasn't talking about your calligraphy practice."
It's better to not say anything, but upon hearing this, Xian Banmeng clenched her little fists, with three black lines on her forehead.
"This is only the first step!"
She gritted her teeth and said, "After the Qi vortex forms, you need to condense twelve vortexes, reverse their arrangement according to the Secret Technique to form a swirl."
"The swirl rotates, producing tremendous suction to quickly absorb external spiritual power..."
Su Changqing listened while recalling the records in the ancient books, his eyes flashing with a look of enlightenment.
He continuously formed seals with his fingertips, and multicolored vortexes coalesced. In just a moment, twelve vortexes had fully emerged.
