There were still four hundred days until the world beast would open the way out.
The rich flood of spirit energy that had filled its belly after the last anomaly had already dispersed, leaving only a faint trace compared to before. Without the extreme abundance, cultivation progress slowed, and Emery and the others were forced to shift their focus. Less time could be spent on simply absorbing energy; now, the true path forward lies in techniques, comprehension, and mastery.
For Light Emery, this meant turning once again to the path of time.
He sat cross-legged within the quiet cavern, the faint glow of runes flickering across the walls, memory crystals hovering in the air around him. These were not from Kronos' vault—no. But the memory crystals of Eldran Solus, the first celestial explorer. They contained fragmented wisdom, half-formed spells, and dangerous experiments with time.
