This ti, what seed to be passing through his body was not liquid mana, but solid mana. It was an indescribable feeling, it felt like he was walking through a wall with his body, but at the sa ti, there was nothing.
His curiosity was imnse, but his will to live was much greater. If he had succumbed to curiosity, he would have seen one of the most incredible scenes that few mortals would be able to witness in their entire lives.
His hypothesis that mana was not the answer and only one path would be confird, as rlin was manipulating tens of thousands of kiloters of mana like it was nothing. If this were put into an aura-cutting spell, for example, Kayden could make it travel across the entire solar system. But that was exactly the point: sis shouldn’t be able to do it alone.
It only took rlin a few seconds to manipulate the imnse amount of mana needed. The black hole began to turn white and slowly its tone changed from black to white.
"You can go back to normal now," said the god, and everyone opened their eyes and saw the black and white ball floating in space. Her pulsars ceased to exist, and she was just floating.
"In a few minutes, you will be able to enter. First, I will make a copy of all your current mories, as being isolated for so long can change your personality and cause disconnection with your current family mbers. When you leave the ti room, you will review these mories and they will be placed first in your chronological order." rlin tossed a small clock to each person.
"Put it on for a few seconds." Kayden did as the old man asked and felt his mind go blank. When he regained consciousness, he no longer had the watch on his wrist.
"Rember to focus your ti on advancing the realm first, otherwise you will die when you leave. In five minutes, you will be automatically teleported to the room." With that, rlin fell silent as he waited.
The atmosphere was a mixture of fear and anxiety: fear of not being able to reach the peak of his kingdom and anxiety about the opportunity to advance so much in such a short ti.
"Good luck, I’ll miss you every day that passes." Kayden took Triz’s hands and squeezed. Even though he was the weakest in the situation, his calmness and words cald the woman down a little. She didn’t have ti to respond, as Kayden tid the exact ti they would be teleported.
Kayden found himself in a white space without any depth. He walked a few ters and found himself in the sa place. It was exactly as they had told him, the mana around him did not exist and his spiritual sense was also null in this place.
Every ti he tried to use mana, it ca to him, no matter how much he drew, the mana ca. The mystery was that he couldn’t feel where it was coming from.
"First, we will reach the peak." Kayden sat on the floor, ready to spend decades in that position if necessary.
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"That was quick." It took Kayden three years to reach the peak of the sixth level and maximize it. The process could have been faster, but he decided to do the perfect maximize and look for all the errors he could find.
At this mont, he was going through the process of changing the density of the mana within his body. Very similar to the other tis, he had an easy ti reaching five-folds, only the sixth was difficult on his body.
The seventh fold exploded several veins in his body and broke so bones because of the pressure, but only when he tried eightfolds did it beco a life-and-death situation.
"That was crazy," Kayden comnted as he saw one of his arms explode into pieces from the mana pressure. Even his ridiculously strong body wasn’t able to handle it, but he wasted no ti and continued the process.
Eightfold was an impossible dream, but eightfold was entirely possible. The more he forced the folds, the closer he felt to dying. After his arm, one of his legs also exploded.
The situation seed grim to Kayden, but he didn’t even have a worry line on his forehead. The minutes continued to pass. Saying minutes was a strange word.
Kayden had already lost track of ti. Minutes and seconds seed unrealistic to him, the years he spent here were just an estimate on his part, it could be months or decades and he would have no idea.
After a few minutes, he managed to stabilize eight folds. The only problem was that he lost a lot in this situation, his two arms and his two legs were no longer there. He was currently on the ground bathed in his blood and flesh.
A macabre situation that would make anyone automatically get up to clean themselves or try to heal, but Kayden just plugged the bleeding and started cultivating again. He didn’t want to waste even a second of his ti.
"You’ve already lost everything, why don’t you kill yourself?"
"There’s no way out of here, just end your life."
A few voices appeared in his mind, but Kayden didn’t even hear what they were saying, they just sounded like whispers trying to reach him. The situation, coupled with the voices, would have destabilized many people, but Kayden didn’t care.
The parts of his body, at that mont, were not important. Kayden took this so literally that it wasn’t until six years later that he began to heal his body. Only when he reached the peak of the third realm and had nothing left to improve did he turn to healing.
The healing process was slow and would probably take a few years, but he didn’t care. At that mont, Kayden began to think about the concepts of the third realm that he would learn. Much like the second realm, he just started looking for any concept he could learn.
As they were all concepts more focused on your path, so of them complented each other and facilitated understanding. The third realm was a place where he would just try to maintain the quality grade of advancent, it was not ti to reinvent the wheel.
Any concept that had to do with your path was learned. Sothing he also did was try to learn as much as possible about each concept. After Triz’s talk, he understood sothing fundantal: every concept he learned was now considered strong.
This increase in quality ca at a price, and Kayden needed to learn the concept and still spend a lot of ti on it. Each concept took a year to learn with third-realm depth and another six months to elevate to high quality.
It would probably take a lot less ti if Kayden had the information and resources to utilize, but nothing was allowed in this room other than his body. In the end, it wouldn’t make that big of a difference either.
A few decades later, Kayden began to accumulate a large number of concepts. He could advance at any ti, but to maintain seven lightning bolts was still not enough; it would need a lot more stacked concepts.
"Would that be the way to go? Piling thousands of concepts together?" Kayden had been repeating this question to himself for a few decades. No matter how strong he got, no matter how much he grew, his instinct seed to tell him sothing was wrong.
"What’s the point of just piling on concepts?" Kayden struggled with this every day. Only after decades of piling concepts into the third realm did he co up with an answer.
"My way is the way, concepts are not the way." It took Kayden ages to understand this. Concepts would make him strong and superior to everyone, but only his path would make him superior to everything.
This small paradigm shift caused Kayden to completely abandon learning new concepts. Right now, he was doing sothing a little different: his path was his priority. He turned to ancient concepts that suited his path perfectly. Having learned so many, he still had a few dozen perfectly aligned with his trajectory. Kayden decided to spend ti bringing them all up to a high level of quality.
This was a last-minute gamble. Kayden could be doing the right thing or just wasting ti. If it was the last option, he would not be able to maintain the seven rays, but, if he was right, he would maintain the seven rays and open doors to a much greater level of strength.
The decades slowly began to pass. Kayden’s strength hung in the balance as he pushed useless concepts out of his way and improved the ones he already had. There were years and years without any improvent, just a strange balance of strength gain, and loss.
"Dumb," Kayden ntally cursed himself every day. He traded one of his biggest pillars just to gain strength. Probably, on this path, he would be stuck in so realm without any chance of moving up.
There was no point in increasing their concepts indiscriminately. Its greatest pillar was the absolute mastery of sothing. There was no master of all things; there could be good people in different areas, but a master? No, that didn’t exist.
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