A place where people pursued strength endlessly. Where realms existed beyond Body Tempering. Where legends spoke of experts who could split rivers with a single strike, or carve valleys with their swords.
Some stories even claimed that peak cultivators could slice mountains in half.
Of course, in this region, such things were treated as myths, tales told by wandering storytellers to wide-eyed children. No one here had ever seen that level of power.
But Aiden knew better.
If such stories existed, then somewhere in this world, those monsters were real.
He slowly clenched his fist.
"So this is the kind of world I've fallen into."
A quiet smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Dangerous. Ruthless. Ruled by strength.
And he was standing at the very bottom.
Aiden lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Looks like I'll need to grow much faster," he murmured to himself.
