Chapter 233: Little...
Jump, scan, jump, scan, jump, scan.
A game of momentum. Each kick off from the dirt wall was a new direction. If he wanted to go faster, then he needed to loosen up. Let the instincts of the ability flow through him.
Faster, faster, faster. Go faster to sharpen Qi Sense.
His neurons were twisting together with his pathways. The activation time of Qi Sense snapped faster. He could have exchanged raw speed to maintain it automatically. He decided otherwise in the event he had to disable and reenable it. The potential harm with an automatic Qi Sense was too big a margin. Dasha had to plan for every eventuality. He had to understand every inch of what he was doing and how he was doing it. Letting flow to automacy was the sign of strength but not greatness.
To act as fast as possible and still be able to operate Qi Sense was the best way to gain understanding. To walk and use it meant nothing. If this didn’t become second nature, then there was no point to any of this. He would simply be a slave to the System.
He was two-thirds there. He began to feel the warmth of the fog.
Jump, scan, jump, scan, jump, scan.
His boots crunched up against the wall for just a millisecond too long and he proceeded to launch himself off with greater vigour. Foundation Establishment was running at full capacity. Qi Sense was slowly beginning to deploy automatically.
The warm light touched his back. The hole was reaching its end. The hole became wider in size and he bounced off after. At the final jump, he reached for the edge—
"Haah...."
His fingers crunched into the soil and he pulled himself up. Dasha Pang emerged after three days of training. Between the meditation and physical training, his resolve and understanding of himself deepened. Nothing but him and soil stayed at the bottom of the hole. Not even the dirt, which his lightning forcibly made stagnant, interfered with his concentration. Due to the higher quality of Qi in the atmosphere, even so far deep, he was able to meditate for a record of nine hours. Before, he limited himself to two or three hour meditation cycles for the sake of efficiency. He had a schedule: wake up, meditate, eat, exercise, then get to work at the Dream Meth. He often employed two to three hour power naps and made up for any potential sleep debt and repercussions with a full nine hours of sleep on the weekend. It was a controlled schedule.