As Ryan's desire for revenge burned brighter, he knew that he needed to amass power to achieve his goal. With a singular focus, he began to tap into the world's energy, seeking to harness its raw power. However, he soon realized that something was amiss. Every time he attempted to absorb the energy into his body, he encountered an inexplicable resistance. Ryan's confusion stemmed from his limited understanding of the world's magical dynamics. In this realm, magic was fueled by the world's energy, which individuals could absorb and channel to wield elemental forces. The process of mastering magic was divided into distinct stages, each marking a significant milestone in a mage's journey. The first realm, known as the Energy Realm, was where aspiring mages began to build their magical foundation. By absorbing the world's energy, they could establish a stable channel for the passage of magic. This realm was crucial, as it laid the groundwork for all subsequent magical development. T

The air around Ryan seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy as he continued his cultivation. A low hum, like the gentle buzzing of a thousand bees, filled the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of explosive force. "Whooosh" echoed through the room as the air whirled in, followed by a deafening "Booommm" that shook the very foundations of the space. As Ryan's cultivation reached its peak, strings of dark energy began to manifest around him. This was a characteristic typically associated with mages who had reached the channel stage, a level of magical prowess that allowed them to manipulate the very fabric of reality. Yet, Ryan was not yet at the channel stage; he was still at the eighth level of the energy state. However, Ryan's unique circumstances set him apart from his peers. This was not his first foray into cultivation, and his extensive battle experience had granted him a level of mastery that few others could match. As a result, he was able to perform feats that woul

The air was electric with tension as the two guards closed in on Ryan, their movements a testament to their skill and training. Ryan, however, remained calm and composed, his eyes fixed intently on his attackers as he waited for the perfect moment to strike. The outcome of the battle was far from certain, but one thing was clear: only one side would emerge victorious, and the consequences of defeat would be fatal. The stage was set for a clash of epic proportions, with Ryan’s life hanging precariously in the balance. As the first guard lunged forward, his fist hurtling through the air with a force that could crush steel, Ryan stood his ground, his eyes locked onto his opponent with an unwavering intensity. The guard’s punch, fueled by his ninth-level energy realm strength, packed a formidable force of approximately nine tons, a blow that could easily shatter concrete and reduce a ordinary human to a pulp. But Ryan was no ordinary human. His strength, honed through years of rigorou

As Ryan strode towards the grand hall of the Sunblade Clan, he drew upon the mental map he had constructed from Gorm’s revelations. The guard’s words had provided him with a vivid understanding of the castle’s layout, allowing him to navigate its corridors with ease. He approached the hall, its imposing structure a testament to the clan’s wealth and influence. Upon entering the hall, Ryan was immediately struck by its grandeur. The room was spacious, with a high ceiling that seemed to stretch up to the heavens. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, their threads woven with a precision that spoke to the skill of the artisans who had created them. The tapestries depicted scenes of great battles, powerful magic, and ancient legends, each one a testament to the Sunblade Clan’s rich history. At the far end of the hall, a massive drawing of the Flaming Sun, the symbol of the province, dominated the wall. The drawing was crafted from a delicate mosaic of golden tiles, each o

The air was heavy with tension as Ryan and Kael faced off in the dimly lit hallway. The only sound was the soft hum of the castle's energy grid, a stark contrast to the explosive battle that was about to unfold. Without warning, Kael launched himself at Ryan, his body a blur of motion as he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks. But Ryan was no ordinary opponent. With his cultivated strength and agility, he was able to dodge and weave around Kael's attacks with ease. The two fighters clashed in a whirlwind of motion, their movements so fast and fluid that they seemed almost supernatural. Ryan's fists flew through the air, striking true with a series of precise and devastating blows. Kael countered with a series of swift kicks, but Ryan was able to catch each one with his hands, his arms absorbing the impact with ease. As the fight raged on, the castle's energy grid began to fluctuate wildly, the air crackling with electricity. Ryan and Kael were fighting on a level that was be