Alone once more, Emery turned his attention back to the matters still waiting for him.
The light avatar had come a long way. Months of relentless combat had tempered and refined its soul into something far sharper than before, yet the breakthrough Emery sought remained frustratingly out of reach.
Even so, those same months had confirmed a realization that had been slowly taking shape in his mind.
Since settling within Neo Terra Palace, Emery had devoted nearly a decade to cultivation and training.
There had been undeniable progress. His cultivation had advanced steadily, and he had mastered techniques that would have been impossible for him only a few years earlier.
Yet true breakthroughs could not be achieved through meditation alone.
They had to be forged through experience, born from the friction of a life genuinely lived.
