Night of the sixth day
Zhang Chen held the scripture in his hand, and over the past seven days he had read it hundreds of times. By now, not only did he recite smoothly, but errors were rare, almost forming instinctive muscle memory.
That night
All was silent, Zhang Chen sat beneath the moonlight, absorbing the gentle moon rays that nourished his divine soul, making his senses sharper, his thoughts quicker, and his mind clear. Reading the scripture felt as if aided by divine intervention, and he managed to recite it all without a single mistake or pause, finishing it in one breath.
As Zhang Chen recited, a resonant sound echoed within him, and the complete tone seemed to stir the Light of the True God within him. The vibrating tone formed a strange frequency directly interacting with the Light of the True God in his body, then a wisp of this light followed the frequency's vibration, like a spiritual snake wandering through Zhang Chen's meridians.
