'So I need to be able to create the illusion using my Immortal Sense.'
Now that he had grasped the concept, Lin Mu felt a renewed surge of excitement. His motivation flared to life like a fire stoked by fresh kindling.
Without hesitation, he took out another pinch of the grains and activated them again. But this time, he did more than just observe—he actively channeled his Immortal Sense, focusing it on the blurry images around him.
He sought to understand their nature—not just how they looked, but how they felt. The intent behind their movement. The elusive phantasm beneath the illusion.
Lin Mu's hunch was right.
After two more weeks of diligent practice, he finally began to understand how the skill truly worked.
