1096 1096. Return

Improving the Demonic Form put an end to the projects linked to his spells. Noah didn't lack fighting methods now. Actually, he had never been able to use so many abilities at the same time!

Runes with various shapes filled his mental sea, and black roots covered his Kesier runes. His spells were ready for battle, and Noah couldn't wait to test them in the open.

However, the world was still at peace, and Noah had to teleport between the Divine Cut and Chasing Demon's quarters for his training. The Hive had built a proper habitation for him, but he preferred to finalize the matters with Sword Saint before settling there.

As he poured more of himself inside his slashes, Noah's individuality advanced, pushing his dantian toward the peak of the fifth rank. It was only a matter of time before he became a fully-fledged powerhouse.

When he was almost eight hundred and fifty years old, an inevitable change occurred, and the peace in those Mortal Lands finally fell apart.