Adam's eyes snapped open inside his cultivation chamber. He gazed at his trembling fingers, clenching them into a fist. The air trapped between them and his palm popped with this simple movement as a grin split his face. "I've completed the last vortex!"
A tear almost rolled down his cheek. It took around two years of refinement! But finally, finally, he would start cultivating. Still, he couldn't help but whistle at the feeling of qi continuously entering his cells. It was as if his body breathed life force instead of oxygen. Even during the dull process, the vortexes' effects already shone.
He was stronger, faster, and brimming with vitality, so much so that he didn't look like a kid about to turn ten. Well, not like a normal one, that was for sure, with his one hundred and fifty-five centimeters and elegant face radiating wisdom...
'Ok, not wisdom—knowledge...' How could he not, after swimming with inky formation diagrams and his beloved flying bastion's plans?
