"Focus on your core." Lex's father's voice echoed from behind. "Your lower body must become like the mountain—unmovable. Your upper body is like the sky—vast, but stable."
Ash gritted his teeth and continued. One minute… two minutes… five minutes. His entire body was now covered in sweat, his muscles burning from the sheer difficulty of keeping the spear still.
But he didn't complain. Instead, he immersed himself deeper.
His Myriad Manifestation Eyes automatically activated, focusing purely on his balance. He started to see where his energy flow was being disrupted by the shackles. Slowly, he shifted his energy flow, adjusted his muscle tension, and adapted to the irregular balance of the Construct Spear.
Ten minutes passed.
Lex's father raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"
Fifteen minutes.
The trembling of the spear had noticeably decreased. Ash's breathing stabilised, and his energy flow slowly synchronised with the broken balance of the Construct Spear.
Twenty minutes.
