Ethan's new physical frame stood at the absolute pinnacle of this realm's creation. His skin, polished by amethyst crystals and runes from the Imperishable Body Sutra, radiated a pressure that made the surrounding air pulse violently.
[Congratulations, Master], Crul's voice echoed within his mind. [For mortal cultivators, this realm is a mountain they must traverse step by step over centuries. Common cultivators fail to forge their physical bodies to the limit, forcing them to remain stagnant for vast periods. You, however, vaulted straight to the peak of this realm in a single leap, as your foundations were solid.]
Ethan inspected his hands, feeling the tide of mana surging through his meridians with every heartbeat.
"So I won't be able to ascend any further here?" asked Ethan.
