Chapter 158 - A Strange Cultivation Experience - VI
Glenn sat cross-legged, arms resting on his knees, face slightly tilted upward. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he settled into that new, silent world—not a silence of absence, but of order. A world where only spatial energy existed. No thunder. No weight of gravity. Just... space.
For a brief moment, he wondered how the hell that blindfolded old man managed to pull off such absurd tricks. But instead of getting lost in speculation, he chose the wiser path: enjoy it while it lasted. Silas might be a miserable sadist with a sharp tongue, but he was also a master who truly knew what he was doing.
The night breeze moved gently through the forest leaves, while the rhythmic sound of waterfalls filled the background with a continuous, hypnotic flow. Glenn slowly closed his eyes, letting his body align with the environment, and began drawing in the energy around him.
It entered through his energy pathways like a fine mist subtle but steady. It followed an almost instinctive path, snaking through his meridians until it reached the center of his body, where his mana core rested. Inside, each drop was like dew trickling across the beams of a vast, empty warehouse, dripping with precision until it started to fill the space around it.
With his eyes closed, Glenn focused. More than just absorbing, he sought to feel. And there, where only spatial energy was present, he finally began to notice what Silas had mentioned.
The nuances.
That energy was strange. Alive, but not pulsing. Cold, but not oppressive. It wasn’t like electricity, which buzzed anxiously, nor like gravity, which pulled with authority. Spatial energy undulated. It expanded and contracted as if it breathed on its own, disobeying rules Glenn didn’t even know how to name.
It was hard to describe. At times, it seemed to slip through the edges of his senses like fine sand between his fingers. At others, it expanded, filling his chest like the breath of a newborn universe.
’So this is it... the noise. The constant distraction from the other two kept me from realizing just how alive this energy really is.’
There, alone, bathed in starlight and surrounded by a magical forest, Glenn finally began to touch the essence of spatial energy. And now, not as a curious visitor—but as a determined cultivator.
Lying in his hammock, eyes covered by a charcoal-black cloth, Silas seemed to be dozing off his expression relaxed, breathing steady, and the cigarette long extinguished between his fingers. But inside, his perception was working like a finely tuned system.
Imperceptible waves flowed from his body at almost symbolic intervals, like the sweeps of a maritime radar cutting through fog. Each pulse was soft, discreet, harmless... but together, they formed a three-dimensional mosaic of everything around him.