The Freedom Formula, the very thing that Kael had been working on to help out in his quest to break out of the Original Heaven, was complete.
Finally, after two years of nonstop contemplation, and a long string of trials and errors.
It was done.
Sitting on the simple straw mat with his eyes closed, Kael's vision overlapped with that of his clone.
The clone, still hovering above the world in the sky and far beyond the clouds, remained silent.
His arms were put in front of him as if to hold a baby or a precious object. The golden eyes of the clone reflected Kael's full control and will.
Placed in his two palms was the condensed semi-visible manifestation of the Freedom Formula.
It was an abstract, almost spherical essence that blossomed in a distinct pattern.
The way it moved and flowed on its own axis was mesmerising and would make one think it was just random movements.
But it wasn't.
