The Pure Realm Of Cultivator!

If you fail, then what you have to do is rise from all these incidents

The exercises done so far feel futile, even though Zeion had done what he could. Pure energy control, he even endured hunger to maintain his concentration.

As time passed, Zeion's youthful face was now adorned with a mustache. His short hair had grown long, making him truly resemble a hermit of the wilderness.

However, his adrenaline had already been squeezed by the power of Zero that he had to face. If he wasn't careful, his body would likely suffer severe injury.

Now was a long enough time for Zeion to sit cross-legged, gazing at the lush green trees in the forest.

"Why are you just daydreaming?" Zero asked from behind Zeion.

Zeion glanced slightly, but he looked forward again. "I think my life now must be that of a hermit to prevent this energy from taking over my consciousness!"

Zero was shocked by this pessimistic word, understanding this was indeed the most likely way for Zeion to withstand the ferocity of pure energy. However, it would definitely worsen his mental condition if