Dyon frowned. 'My inner world?'
Truth be told, Dyon fell out of the habit of checking it everyday because its progress was so depressingly slow. Plus, there was nothing to see. It was just a hundred or so square meters of dirt. That was only a ten to twenty-meter span of land, why would Dyon pay too much attention to it?
Dyon sat down in meditation. Without his soul, checking on his inner world was difficult. He had to absolutely focused and tune his senses to the max.
Pulling things in and out of the world was easy, like he had with the tower. But checking on it was a different matter entirely. The only time it was easy for him these days was when he was in the process of a breakthrough and the world emitted its presence outside of the shackles that held it down.
