There was one thing about the Yang aura Alex was consuming that he could not make sense of.
Why did it exist?
As far as he was aware, all energy or aura, regardless of any element—even Yang—naturally broke down until it was only as strong as a True Qi. So, he could not make sense of the Yang aura's existence despite the fact that it was still there.
Of course, he wouldn't complain about it. He finally had something to consume and grow after all. So, he did so henceforth without stopping.
Months passed soon, and so did years. Alex had some idea of how much time had passed, but since he hadn't cared to remember, it was hard to tell. The lack of seasons in the desert especially made it impossible for him to tell.
But surely, it had been nearly a decade since he was first imprisoned.
