Chronos's own power suddenly felt infantile, naive.
Come to think of it, Chronos had never really gone through any formal education or schooling when it came to the powers of this world!
Everything had been so hectic that his growth was basically a blind game of trial, error and guesses!
Sure, Grandmama has once demonstrated certain foundational principles of Tertiun cultivation, albeit very briefly.
But in between the path of evolution and the martial manuals his grandfather had left him, his World of Duality and his Principle of Realities…
Everything seemed to happen almost… accidentally?
All of it seemed cobbled together, like mismatched puzzle pieces forced into a lopsided picture.
His growth so far had been less a carefully plotted course than a series of wild leaps in murky darkness.
Each advancement he'd made felt less like steps on a carefully charted map and more like lunges across a chasm, blindfolded and hopeful.
