Kyrian furrowed his brow slightly. This was the difficult part.
Creating a technique was not something simple. If it were, every cultivator would do it. Techniques took generations to develop.
Decades. Sometimes centuries.
Knowledge was required, understanding how Qi flowed, how meridians reacted, and how the body responded.
Experience, testing, failing, adjusting, and testing again.
Comprehension of the path, of the element.
Talent. A great deal of talent.
Even so...
For some reason, Kyrian felt no fear. No doubt. Only conviction.
A deep and inexplicable certainty.
If it were him... he could do it.
Perhaps it would take years. Perhaps decades. But he would succeed.
That feeling was so strong that it seemed like an absolute truth. As if the universe itself were saying:
"Yes. You can."
Or perhaps it was his eyes.
Then the night passed.
As the stars, few and obscured by the smoke, appeared above the clouds of ash.
