*Poff*
Robin threw himself onto his bed like a weary traveler who hadn't slept in weeks, well, that was kind of true. The past years had been exhausting... deeply, relentlessly, unforgivingly exhausting in every imaginable way.
Thirty-five full, consecutive years were spent reading a single book—one book and nothing else. He hadn't strengthened his soul, hadn't improved a single level in energy cultivation, hadn't even stretched a finger toward any of his usual side experiments or fields of research.
Without a shred of doubt, this had been the longest period of isolated seclusion he'd ever subjected himself to, all for a singular objective.
Even his once-legendary research on the mysterious Fifth Cultivation Path hadn't consumed this much of his life.
And the worst part? It wasn't even the kind of seclusion he liked—those peaceful years filled with curious experimentation, philosophical reflection, and elegant magical theory.
