Krez was lying down on the floor of the cultivation room inside the Immortal Training Grounds. He opened his eyes. A single tear swiftly fell from them. He thought to himself, "Why am I so sad for something I barely remembered?" Krez couldn't quite understand it, but he felt a deep yearning inside of him, like a flame. That feeling a mix between sadness and rage. Sadness for what could have been and rage for what was taken from him.
Krez stood up from the floor of the cultivation room and looked around. He realized the energy in the room had been completely drained. In fact, there wasn't even a tinge of it anywhere in the room. Krez was quite shocked because the door was still sealed, and the only way the energy could vanish was to be used.
Krez looked inside himself towards his Dantian and was shocked at what he saw. His Dantian was at least three times the size that it originally was. The size of his Dantian was at least the size of a stage three Qi-Gatherer.
