They stood before a towering mountain peak, and the view was nothing short of breathtaking. The skies above stretched endlessly, painted in hues of soft gold and pale lavender, with drifting islands floating lazily among the clouds.
From this vantage point, the world felt endless and divine. Max's eyes widened slightly, not just at the beauty but at the feeling—thick, rich mana filled the air like a living ocean. Every breath he took seemed to pour strength into his body, refreshing him more than any cultivation pill ever could.
'It isn't just that.' He closed his eyes, and in that moment, he felt it—his four concepts, each representing a law he had spent years trying to understand, began to stir within him. They pulsed gently, resonating with the very air. It was as if the world around him recognized his path and welcomed it.
