Five days passed.
During those five days, Kyrian barely left the small courtyard he had rented.
His world had been reduced to three things. Consolidation, observation, and patience.
The sun rose and set over the Sky Caravan. Clouds crossed the sky in patterns that changed every hour, the wind swayed the herbs in the garden he had planted. Kyrian remained there, seated in the center of the courtyard, immersed in his own consciousness.
After creating the Mirrored Third Eye and rapidly advancing to the Fourth Stage of Qi Accumulation, he had not attempted another breakthrough. Not because he was incapable, but by choice.
His third dantian needed to stabilize. It needed to grow accustomed to its own existence.
It was like a newborn child learning to walk, every step required care, every movement required attention, every fall could create a permanent scar.
Forcing it to advance too quickly could create permanent flaws in his foundation.
