Vincent and Randolph went back to the cabin, he was starting to feel pretty tired now that he'd gone all this way, didn't know what would happen if Randolph didn't stop him from trying to assemble the mana again.

Vincent threw himself onto the straw bed and let out a long sigh. Randolph laughed at this scene, said nothing, and walked into the next room. Randolph knew that due to his persistence and refusal to give up, gathering mana would just be a matter of time. However, what worried him was the formation of the spiritual palace. The process of forming the spiritual palace wasn't difficult in terms of steps or anything like that, but it was very dangerous. Any distraction at this stage could lead to death.

Randolph had no solutions if this problem occurred, so he just hoped that things would go well. After that, he stood up from the chair and took a relatively small ball made of gray stone. Randolph took a sharp tool and began to break apart this rock. After a little while, he took a small piece of this rubble and placed it in the stove next to him. He also added some leaves and other elements, and then he lit the stove.

After a little while, he took out the dough, poured a little water over it, and began to shape it into a grain. Then he put it back in the oven. After taking it out for the second time, Randolph held the pill in his palm and closed his hand around it. A faint golden light emanated from his hand. After that, he opened his hand, and there were some spots of different colors on the gray pill. He looked at the rest of the crumbs on the table and sighed.

"It seems that I will make some of them in anticipation of the coming few days."

...

Vincent woke up the next day, still exhausted. He sat on the bed and looked around him. His body still felt sore, but it was less than the day before. He stood on his feet; there was nothing to indicate that Randolph was present in the cabin. There were no thoughts about where he might be, and he also didn't know when he would return.

He walked in and opened the door to the cabin and came out, he was still excited to collect the mana, but Randolph would still be trying to get out of the sun last night.

He walked the same path until he reached the same square. The path wasn't long or difficult to get lost in; it simply led straight ahead. Therefore, he had no trouble reaching this place.

The pressure he felt for the first time returned, but Vincent paid it no mind and sat cross-legged in the middle. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes.

...

The lights began to appear one after another, just like before. His focus intensified, and he tried to move them. He managed to move some of them, but each time he failed to move them all. He tried several times but failed as well. Vincent opened his eyes, feeling a bit desperate; he didn't know what to do with this mana that refused to move.

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He thought for a moment, then noticed that he wasn't panting like before. After each meditation session, he would open his eyes, panting heavily, but this time his breathing was completely normal, as if he hadn't been holding his breath for a while. Vincent had the idea that he had developed since the last times, which encouraged him to keep going.

I tried several more times, but it always ended in failure until this attempt came along. He was trying to move all the lights; a few lights began to move while the rest remained still. After a while, Vincent noticed that the moving lights were monochromatic, while all the bicolor lights were stationary. This made him wonder, which led to his distraction. He opened his eyes, feeling confused.

He started to think a little about why some lights of the same color were moving. He had proposed some theories, one of which was that single-colored lights represent the essence of basic elements, such as fire or water, while dual-colored lights could be a combination of two elements, or they might represent a completely different element, or they could be entirely incorrect. Vincent's mind was filled with questions, until his thoughts were interrupted by a sound.

"You are already here."

Vincent looked towards the source of the sound and saw Randolph standing there.

"Oh..." "Since when have you been here?"

He was a little surprised; he felt as if he had been thinking for a long time.

"I just arrived a little while ago." "It seems you are really passionate to come here without me, little one."

There was a smile on Randolph's face, and Vincent felt that there was a reason behind this smile, but he didn't know what it was. He suddenly remembered the problem he was facing.

"What is this look?"

"Nothing, but there is something I cannot understand."

"Well..." What is it? You still don't know how to gather mana?

"No, actually, I think I learned how."

Randolph raised his eyebrow in surprise; he really didn't expect that Vincent had learned how to gather mana in such a short time.

"So what is the problem?" "Don't tell me you're getting distracted before you move the mana, or I'll throw you into the lake."

" No, that's not the case."

Vincent glanced at Randolph for a moment, thinking he was joking, but from the look on his face, it was clear that he was serious in his conversation.

"In fact, when I start moving the lights, I see that only the monochromatic lights move while the bicolor ones do not. Also, I can only move a few lights before something happens and I get distracted."

Vincent complained a little.

There was a look of understanding on Randolph's face before he spoke.

"This is a natural thing, my little one; it's impossible to succeed in just a few attempts." "Also think about how your first attempt was, and how your last attempt was."

Vincent thought for a moment before he remembered that in his first attempt, he couldn't even show more than a few lights before, but now he could even move some of them. That increased his hope.

"As for the single and dual-colored lights, I apologize in advance for forgetting to mention something regarding the paths."

When Randolph said that, Vincent's attention was immediately drawn to him.

When Randolph noticed that, he chuckled a little before continuing.

"As I said, these lights you see are the mana specific to a certain path, like the red lights representing the mana of the fire path, and the same goes for the other lights, while the lights that have two colors represent the divergent paths."

Randolph stopped talking for a moment and took a deep breath.

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"Splintered paths?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, the divergent paths are the secondary paths from the main paths, or sometimes they are separate but similar paths to the main ones. For example, there are some mana that are red and black; these colors represent the lava path, which is a divergent path from the fire path. Also, the mana that is blue and white represents the fog path, which is the divergent path from water and air."

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The eyes of our priest were wide open, and his mouth hung down.

"Why didn't you say that before now?"