After saying goodbye to the grandmother, I went back home and for the remainder of the day I consolidated and internalised my power. Using Beths-Ugh- Pseudo Cultivation technique, I found myself in the Psionic plane outside of my Mindspace.
I looked down at my clenched fists. I had done much better recently balancing my Psionic training with Physical training. Both were working in tandem, but without the restraint of my Physical form, I could really feel my power flowing now.
I was not the same man I was ten long months ago. I had now been to war on more than one occasion and was about to go again. My bottlenecks of stagnation keep on breaking at an accelerated rate. Much faster than zero to sixteen for certain.
I knew of course the reasons. Jewel forged me, created my foundation, but the constant unpredictability of my life now, things constantly changing. These events were influencing me. Satiating not just my body, but my soul. My Origin.
*THUME*
