The sensation of power was evident, an underground current flowing through his meridians, but Kyrian did not allow it to go to his head. He was still only at the first stage, and there was still a long road ahead. A very long one.
His eyes turned toward the sky, beyond the walls of the Sky Caravan, where countless stars shone in the void like distant beacons. Somewhere beyond the horizon lay the Central Region, the heart of the cultivator world.
And there were also forces far more powerful than anything he had encountered up to that point, elders who had lived for centuries, sects with the power to move mountains, and treasures capable of changing the fate of entire nations.
There were still a few years before he would get there. But Kyrian knew those years would pass quickly, each day bringing new challenges, new opportunities, and new lessons.
