A person's practice, or rather the path that one chooses.

After Shane communicated his decision, the world around him seemed to sink into the water, suddenly still, but he could still hear the sound of water flowing from the garden on the top floor of the White Tower, and the sound of water was very clear at this time.

The anomaly disappeared in less than a second.

"What's going on? My space changed slightly, as if I had been pushed to shift in place, and then the force was not enough, and everything was back to the way it was. Shane frowned, "Did the Eye of Truth detect anything?" ”

"Four and three sideless seconds ago, the space around the user ten meters underwent a change in the deviation of 0.001, and the duration was automatically corrected after 0.59 seconds, the reason is unknown, the external force is unknown, it is recommended that the user be vigilant and protect himself at any time."

"I know," Shane replied, perhaps Azeroth's autoimmune system was responding, and he knew what Azeroth's immune system was, and he walked to the table.

Dip the fingers of your right hand on the table you use often, turn around with your body asleep, and then turn your weight down and sit down in your rocking chair. Then Shane sensed and ordered to go down, and not long after the defense of the White Tower began to operate, the Red Sun Guards were heading towards the core area of the White Tower. Looks like they're going to guard the White Tower.

After a good reaction, Sean smiled slightly, and made a gesture with his left hand to the bookshelf, and a book flew into his hand.

The cover of the book is a little old, and when you open the cover, the pages are yellowed, because the book is older than Shane, more than a hundred years old. Shane flipped through it and began to read it word by word from the prologue. Every word was familiar to him, and the familiar taste was like a gummy in his mouth, very sweet. It was very comfortable, and his mood relaxed quickly, as if the change in space just now had no effect on him, and calm emotions flowed in his heart.

"User, please pay enough attention to her, otherwise your substance exists. Even the existence of energy bodies will face great dangers."

"I have already attached importance to it, although the power system of this world is very idealistic, but the external things that are not controlled by me and are not affected by me are objective to me and will not be changed by my mind, so you see that instead of being conscientious and vigilant, it is better to give yourself a good attitude and improve yourself. to face all kinds of external changes. ”

I don't know when it started, Shane found that he was very indifferent, no matter what happened, no matter how big the impact was, even if he paid attention to it, but the emotions conveyed from his brain would not have any shock first.

This indifference became more and more stable as the arcane cultivation deepened.

"But according to the calculation of this device, you haven't completed the accumulation of the eighth ring to the ninth ring, why do you choose to impact the ninth ring at this time?"

"When I broke through the eighth episode. I'm already in the process of breaking through the ninth ring, and now I just want to speed up the process. Shane said in his head. Fingers gently turn the page, and the knowledge of the past is like a sweet spring popping up in my mind.

"The information is insufficient, the accumulation is not enough, and this device cannot give a promotion plan."

The Eye of Truth, which exists as an intelligent prop, has reached its limit in some respects, and intelligent beings have a unique philosophy. It is incomprehensible.

"There's one thing I need your help with."

"Users, please give orders."

Shane flipped through the book and thought, "Ao can be inside me, Ao can be outside of me, Ao can be in the earth, and Ao can be in the air." It can be said that Ao Neng is everywhere. On this premise, I think of myself as a small cycle of energy, and beyond me there is a large cycle of arcane energy. The act of a mage casting spells, meditating to restore mana, etc., is essentially a balance, complementarity, and flow between large and small cycles. On this basis, even when breathing, there is a trace amount of arcane energy that circulates with the outside world. Arcans are the fuel for spellcasting.

Therefore, I want you to assist me in purifying this cycle, so that I can control the cycle freely, and when I cast the spell, my own small cycle is more restrained, and when I cast the spell, the inner and outer circulation is more smooth and fast. ”

"Understand, this device will cooperate with the user to purify the cycle."

"Wait" Shane continued: "Arcane is the reenactment of the spirit in the real world, the spirit is the bridge between the mage and the world, the foundation of the mage's spell casting, excluding the limitations of the body and talent, the spirit is the most subtle arcane of the mage, and my purification of the arcane begins with the purification of the spirit." I will do this at the same time, and I hope that you will not give me any further assistance in the spiritual realm from now on until I break through the ninth ring. ”

"Understood"

"Alright, let's take the first step" Shane slowly flipped through the book, then closed his eyes.

The practice he has to do is not original, but a method that he has heard in his previous life and seen many times in books, and he cannot successfully practice it without great perseverance. However, Azeroth has supernatural powers, and Shane thinks he is sure of success.

Fingertips flipped through the pages, words flowed in front of him, and after a while, Sean slowly closed his eyes and switched to the spiritual horizon. Then a few breaths adjust the spirit, calm as water, and then sink, cutting off the sense of hearing.

The world is quiet, and the spirit seems to be infinitely magnified at this moment, so keen that a single thought can be filled into a substance.

"It's an illusion," Shane judged with certainty, but it was only an illusion of sensory compensation, and his spirit did not reach the ups and downs of the entity filling the space.

Take a few more breaths and get used to it.

Shane stroked the book on the table, using his mind to continue reading the basics above, the world at this time, in his senses, was quiet, without the slightest sound, and even what he saw was just a projection of mental reflection.

Sean tapped the table with his fingers, but there was no sound, and when he hit the table with his palm, there was no sound, and there was a slight pain in his palm. I tried to listen with my energy, but my head was a little dizzy, so I quickly stopped.

"The sensitivity has indeed risen, but it's too quiet, even a mage behind a spiritual cultivator like me is not used to it, let's do this for the time being."

The idea of weakening the sense of touch is pressed to death.

'After adapting to this time, I will not meet with the two female elves, so as not to break the state of practice. Shane thought, rubbing his fingers over the words on the page, reading mentally and feeling his surroundings, trying to replace hearing with spirit. And half of the spirit slowly regulates the small arcane cycle in the body to communicate with the big cycle of the outside world.

There is no sight, there is no hearing, part of the external sensation is eliminated, and the world and the self are felt using the spirit. Sean expected that when everything was business as usual, he would naturally break through by maintaining a state of living without a sense of duality and practicing arcane.

"My decision was a bit sudden, though, and Sylvanas knew she would jump to her feet. Send her a message with magic. ”

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"He's a bastard, the development of the Northland is just starting, he has thrown off his burden, what is the advanced cultivation at this time. He is a typical Dawnblade mage from ancient times, stubborn, rigid, buried in his study, thinking only of arcane. ”

With a snap, Sylvanas snapped a whip that had whipped chocobos.

"Well, but who told me to like him?" The elf sighed and muttered in a voice that only she heard. On a hill not far from the harbor, a female elf with the surname Windrunner stood under a tree, her green boots on the grass, and her cloak fluttering on the side, revealing her slender figure.

Behind her, there were more than a dozen elite rangers half-kneeling.

A ranger did not breathe, did not squint, and respectfully used his hands to send a list, "Miss, the list of the first batch of civilians to go to the Northland has been screened out, please take a look." ”

"Yes"

The female elf took it, not in a hurry, and looked condescendingly at the port below the mountain, where several large transport ships were moored, and dozens of pulley cranes were nervously replenishing them, preparing to carry out the mission: to transfer supplies, civilians, adventurers, and ordinary nobles to the Northland. Half of the kingdom's power is at work for this, and Shane has entrusted that she will be their leader.

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