At the top of the Wizard Tower.
Milton Cheney sat cross-legged in place, running his meditation routes.
Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, a year had swiftly gone by.
Milton, who was practicing his meditation technique, stopped at this moment.
The spiritual power surrounding him returned to his spiritual sea.
Milton slowly opened his eyes, sensing the changes in his spiritual sea.
A year was too short. Milton's spiritual power had not increased significantly.
With no significant increase in spiritual power, naturally the spiritual sea would not have any substantial changes.
Let alone practicing meditation in reality for a year.
Even if Milton practiced meditation for hundreds of years in a text simulation, and fed back to reality, the changes in the spiritual sea would not be particularly significant.
The next moment, Milton had a thought.
The light blue transparent light screen representing the simulator floated in front of him.
