The journey back to the sect was swift. With his current cultivation, distances that once required days could now be crossed in hours. Within three days, he had returned.
And with that…
His routine resumed.
The Puppet Peak.
The endless research.
The refinement of mining puppets.
Cultivation sessions that pushed his limits further.
Political engagements that required careful balance.
Banquets filled with conversations layered beneath courtesy.
And beneath all of it…
His continued study.
Blood Arts.
Cursed Arts.
The deeper mechanics of control and creation.
Han Yu had achieved one of his major goals.
He had freed them.
But he understood clearly…
That was only the beginning.
Escape remained distant.
The barrier that isolated the continent still stood.
The sect still held overwhelming power.
Their current strength was insufficient.
They needed more.
More power.
More resources.
More preparation.
And above all…
More force.
