November 24th, late night.
Lear slowly emerged from the state of Enlightenment Swamp, his dark eyes deep like a canvas of myriad stars.
The aura exuding from him was majestic and overwhelming, causing awe in anyone's heart.
The Great Demon guarding the door dared not even breathe loudly at this moment, his head bowed, fearing his soul might be crushed by the inadvertent power Lear released.
That is the power of a god, beyond ordinary imagination.
Even a shred or trace holds immense might.
Exhaling deeply, Lear felt quite pleased.
In the past two days, he has been continuously manipulating the Swamp Power to assimilate the Broken Star Plane into swamp, the high intensity use making his control over authority increasingly skillful.
Meanwhile, as the swamp gradually expanded, he could also feel... the swamp's power growing stronger.
Though not obvious, this strength is genuine.
