Rhaezel drifted upward through the ethereal mist, entirely reborn from the ancient ruins of his shattered past. He effortlessly embraced the most powerful, profound truths between heaven and earth, violently shedding the final shackles of his mortal flesh.
As chaotic winds whipped around his ascending figure, he confidently breached the legendary, untouchable domain of the Self-Severing Realm. He attained transcendence!
To cultivate at an insurmountable pace, he fractured his very existence, severing the deep fetters of the spirit and the lingering obsessions of his heart. Multiple flawless avatars manifested in the void—one clad in pristine white, another in blood red—each perfectly framed by dramatic, high-contrast celestial lighting.
This brutal Tribulation of Severing the Old Self was executed with a rapid, rhythmic precision that completely defied all heavenly logic.
'Is he… making different avatars to speed up his cultivation?' Cale thought.
