It had been about five months since Damien woke up in this world, and yet he already felt like he had lived here for years. He felt that it was because his true reincarnation took place sixteen years ago and that by now, his previous memories were already feeling like his own while his past life just seemed like a black and white dream.
However, thinking about how within five months he was able to achieve his current cultivation of the Fourth Level of the Earth Ethereal Realm, he felt that his progress was indeed insanely fast compared to others but still not enough for him to reach his goal.
If anybody else learned about his thoughts, they would curse him to death for asking for more.
There would be countless cultivators ready to do anything to make progress like Damien, and in fact, so many had died in pursuit of it.
This was why Damien felt very thankful to Anti-God and wanted to make sure his last remaining confidant, Kalypso, recovered to her prime.
