Cain stood beside a river, his posture relaxed, his face calm, and his heart steady. Even as the sky trembled and the laws and rules of the dimension descended into disarray, he did not open his eyes. He remained perfectly still, as if detached from the upheaval around him.
The reason for his absolute focus was simple.
At that very moment, his Black Hole—the manifested core of his soul force and cultivation base—was undergoing a massive evolution. After months spent crossing hostile terrain, assimilating energy born of supreme laws, and devouring the life and essence of countless abominations, Cain had finally reached a critical threshold.
Step by step, refinement by refinement, he had pushed his cultivation to its breaking point.
Now, it was advancing.
