Returning to camp, Arthur felt as though he was seeing the world with new eyes. He approached training differently, channeling his qi with greater purpose. Madam Wu watched him, her expression inscrutable, yet a faint gleam of approval in her eyes. Even his fellow students seemed to notice the change in him, though he didn't mind their curiosity or their continued doubt.
Day by day, he fought through his own limits, both physical and mental. Meditation brought him closer to an inner strength he hadn't known he possessed. He faced his inner doubts, using them as fuel to drive him forward, enduring not only the rigors of cultivation but the constant whispers of his past life.
The path was painful, a mortal struggle, but he now understood that the struggle itself was part of the journey. Each setback, each moment of despair, was like another step on an unending climb. And for the first time, he felt truly alive.
As he sat meditating one evening, Arthur looked up at the stars and felt a strange sense of peace. He might never make it back home, but here—among the struggle, the pain, and the endless pursuit—he'd found something worth the sacrifice.
In this strange world, Arthur Blackwood was no longer a visitor. He was a cultivator, ready to carve his own path, to seek a truth he had never imagined existed.
And he would stop at nothing to reach it.