Logan stood still, processing what had just happened. The three points he originally had in cultivation had now ‘doubled to six’ after absorbing the cyan light orb; the mysterious ‘power of ancestors’.
His mind raced. ‘A single orb of ancestral power increased my cultivation by three points?’ The thought filled him with excitement, though he tried to keep himself grounded. He ‘scanned the room eagerly’, his eyes locking on the other cyan orbs floating inside the virtual temple.
"One, two, three… nine," Logan counted under his breath, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
‘Nine orbs.’ If one orb could grant three points, ‘nine orbs could grant 27 points in total.’ His heart pounded in his chest as the realization struck him: ‘27 points could catapult me straight to the twelfth level; a legend!’