A while later.
Alex sat cross-legged in the center of the dimly lit cultivation room, his breath slow and measured.
It was a plain and simple room, constructed by him in the trial palace when he was rebuilding this palace.
The room was empty. No bed. No chair. Nothing.
The only thing was the simple carpet beneath him, but comfort was the last thing on his mind.
His entire focus was on the surging energy within him—the chaotic swirl of mana rushing through his body like a raging river.
Even the room could feel the aftermath of the rushing mana as the wind howled in the surroundings.
The illusionary stars spun wildly on his chest, while on the inside, they kept colliding with each other in an untamed dance. He needed to bring them under control. He needed to forge his first link.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and concentrated.
He had already consumed a concentration potion and a haste potion before beginning.
