After all his frustration had been spent, Kallus took a deep breath, calming his emotions.
He let out a long sigh and turned his gaze toward his surroundings.
The battlefield—once reduced to desolation—was now slowly regenerating, as if the very planet itself sought to restore balance after the devastation.
With a single thought, Kallus activated his teleportation.
In an instant—
He vanished.
His destination?
His villa.
And with that, he left.
And so, time flowed like a river, steady and relentless.
Three years passed.
Kallus dedicated himself entirely to his cultivation, refining his techniques and deepening his knowledge, all of which had expanded through his elevation in life rank.
Through relentless effort, he perfected and mastered all the knowledge he had acquired, engraving every concept into the very core of his being.
His cultivation had risen as well.
