Lu Changsheng shook his head.
He was not an ascetic cultivator.
He had already been in seclusion for so long.
He was not willing to spend several more months focusing solely on the study of secret techniques.
He pushed the door and walked out of the practice room.
The manyfold increase in his divine sense had changed the way he viewed the world.
The entire world seemed more vibrant and lively.
The vitality of all things rose and fell, each with its distinct charm.
Looking up, he saw the great formation that enshrouded Qingzhu Mountain, where mana flowed, transformed, and varied, all following a certain pattern.
"Now that I have a divine sense comparable to that of late Foundation Establishment, if I were to study formation, becoming a first-grade array master shouldn't be difficult,"
Lu Changsheng thought to himself.
Many skills, as one's cultivation level and strength increased, became less challenging to grasp.
This was especially evident with formations.