Lin Feng moved his intention, and the [Hyperbolic Time Chamber Admission Ticket (Bronze)] in his hand turned into bits of starlight and dissipated.
The next second, that familiar dizziness struck. When he opened his eyes again, the dim ceiling of the dormitory was gone, replaced by a space that was boundless and so pure white it made one panic.
No walls, no sky, only evenly distributed soft white light.
"Not even a bed?"
Lin Feng looked around, his brows locked tight, "This is only okay because I don't have to clock in, otherwise this is simply a black-hearted factory environment that violates labor laws."
He tentatively crouched down, wanting to knock on the ground to see what the material here was.
However, when his fist waved toward the "ground," it actually passed through without any obstruction, just like passing through a layer of holographic projection mist.
Lin Feng: "?"
He was clearly standing steadily, the tactile sensation under his feet was incomparably solid, yet his hand could penetrate the ground?
"What principle is this? Are my feet and hands on different Z-axis layers?"
Lin Feng shook his hand, not feeling anything strange. He originally wanted to test if the system's so-called "physical immunity" was effective in this space—for example, if self-harm here could heal quickly to facilitate higher intensity training—but since he couldn't even hit the floor, it seemed the physical rules here were completely different from the outside world.
"Forget it, settle down since I'm here."
The time flow here was thirty times that of the outside. One night outside was equivalent to a whole month here.
Lin Feng took a deep breath; although the concept of air didn't seem to exist here, he still felt his lungs refresh. He opened the system panel and called up the [Vocal Dao] progress bar that made his scalp numb.
[Breath Control Practice (21/80h*)] — Reward: Long Breath (Bronze)
[Pitch Correction Bombing (3/36h*)] — Reward: Precise Pitch Sense (Bronze)
[Diaphragm Strength Training (9/72h)] — Reward: Iron Lung Prototype (Bronze)
[Head Resonance Search (2/56h*)] — Reward: Transparent High Notes (Bronze)
[Vocal Cord Closure Practice (3/48h*)] — Reward: Magnetic Voice (Bronze)
[Posture Alignment Conditioning (4/40h)]— Reward: Vocal Axis Stabilization (Bronze)
[Basic Tone Sustain Drills (11/64h*)]— Reward: Steady Fundamental (Bronze)
[Range Expansion Stress Test (1/90h)]— Reward: Elastic Vocal Range (Bronze)
[Vowel Shaping Repetition (2/48h*)]— Reward: Clear Articulation (Bronze)
[Consonant Impact Training (1/36h*)]— Reward: Sharp Diction (Bronze)
[Ear–Voice Synchronization (1/48h*)]— Reward: Internal Reference Pitch (Bronze)
[Breath–Tone Coordination Trial (2/60h*)]— Reward: Unified Airflow (Bronze)
[Anti-Strain Conditioning (17/55h)]— Reward: Steel Protected Throat (Bronze)
Lin Feng looked at this densely packed timetable, his brain spinning rapidly.
"Although it looks terrifying, added up it's just a few hundred hours. In the time of this 'one month,' as long as I burn my liver without sleeping or resting, I can completely push all these progress bars to full."
Once fully completed, he would formally step into the [Vocal Dao (Mortal Stage)], and take away this large pile of Bronze skills in one breath.
If it were before, Lin Feng might have despised that they were all "Bronze."
But now it was different.
Look at that [Ancient Rhythm Sacred Constitution], also Bronze, yet it instantly turned him from a robot who could only count beats into a "genius" who could understand the rhythm of all things. This made him realize that the system's grading might be extremely conservative, or it lowered the scores on purpose for some kind of bad taste.
"Wait..."
Lin Feng's gaze suddenly stopped on the asterisks (*) behind those tasks.
"These times... why did they become shorter?"
He vaguely remembered that the original requirement for [Breath-Tone Coordination Trial] seemed to be 85 hours, so why had it become 60 hours now?
He mentally clicked on that item with the asterisk.
[Prompt: Detected that Host possesses "Ancient Rhythm Sacred Constitution (Bronze)." Excellent rhythmic sense can significantly improve the body's control over breathing rhythm.] [Breath-Tone Coordination Trial: Required time from 85 hours -> 60 hours.]
Lin Feng sucked in a breath of cold air.
Directly chopped off 25 hours?! A whole day's workload!
He hurriedly checked the other asterisk items, and a series of surprises made him almost unable to believe his eyes:
[Breath Control Practice]: 96 hours -> 80 hours (Reduced 16 hours)
[Ear-Voice Synchronization]: 70 hours -> 48 hours (Reduced 22 hours)
[Basic Tone Sustain Drills]: 80 hours -> 64 hours (Reduced 16 hours)
[Pitch Correction Bombing]: 48 hours -> 36 hours (Reduced 12 hours)
[Vowel Shaping Repetition]: 60 hours -> 48 hours (Reduced 12 hours)
[Consonant Impact Training]: 45 hours -> 36 hours (Reduced 9 hours)
[Head Resonance Search]: 60 hours -> 56 hours (Reduced 4 hours)
[Vocal Cord Closure Practice]: 50 hours -> 48 hours (Reduced 2 hours)
Lin Feng quickly did an addition problem in his heart.
Total reduced by... 118 hours!
This was equivalent to directly saving him five days of pure coolie labor time inside this Time Room!
The only ones remaining were a few items that relied purely on muscle strength (like Diaphragm Strength, Anti-fatigue Hardening) which did not enjoy the bonus.
Lin Feng stood in the white misty space, his mood complicated.
A moment ago he was still roasting that lucky wheel in his heart for being a scam, only giving a Bronze guaranteed bottom.
Now he wanted to take back those words.
"How is this a Bronze skill..." Lin Feng looked at his own hands, feeling that faint rhythmic sense within his body, "This is clearly the system seeing my pitiful appearance for the sake of the lottery before, and using the name of 'Bronze' to send me a sum of targeted poverty alleviation funds."
This [Ancient Rhythm Sacred Constitution] was fundamentally a BUG-level cheat disguised as Bronze!
"Since time is so much more abundant..."
Lin Feng's eyes became sharp; the original feeling of "forced to burn one's liver" dissipated quite a bit, replaced by a kind of fanaticism named "I want to speedrun."
"Then don't waste time. System, first give me ten hours of [Diaphragm Strength Training] to warm up!"
In this white void, Lin Feng began his weird breathing method that made one's SAN value drop crazily, looking like a pufferfish being inflated, emitting strange hissing sounds.
Fortunately, that Brain Supplement Empress Xu Zhixia wasn't here, or else Lin Feng would have a fellow disciple cultivating beside him.
Here there was only the sweat of becoming stronger, and the dignity paid to not be a male duck voice.