Caine continued to laugh, his voice echoing across the frozen landscape, raw and uncontainable. His strength soared without end, an endless torrent surging within him, even though his cultivation remained strangely stagnant. The laughter spilled from him, a defiant, unhinged sound that mocked the constraints of reality itself.
He could guess why the World Will Eye had appeared in this desolate, time-frozen expanse.
There was a fundamental difference between allowing a Will to bloom and forging a True Will.
One was a relatively natural progression, the other an act of defiance—a rebellion against the very order of existence. And rebellion required a tribulation. A test imposed by the world itself.
But this wasn't just any test.
When one comprehended intent and shaped it into their own, no tribulation was necessary.
