Valery cultivated in utter stillness, seated amid deathly silence, yet her ascent through the ranks of cultivation shook the very foundations of the world.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Each muffled explosion echoed not through sound alone, but through reality itself. Invisible barriers shattered as her cultivation leapt forward, realms collapsing behind her like discarded shells.
In mere moments, she crossed thresholds that would have taken ordinary beings centuries—no, millennia—to approach.
Her breathing remained calm. Her expression unchanged.
Spiritual essence rushed toward her from every direction, thin and diluted though it was.
In this desolate realm, such energy would normally be considered pitiful, barely sufficient for even the most basic cultivation.
Yet for Valery, it was more than enough.
Like a starving land meeting an endless abyss, every wisp of essence that entered her body vanished without resistance.
After all, she was alone.
