Completions.

Yang Dao was sitting on the roof of the ruby tower, with his legs crossed. A year has passed by, he was now a Young man of nineteen years. The projects he started were all reaching completion. The space elevator and the space terminal have all been deployed a few months ago and were fulfilling their purpose efficiently. 

He used to come to the top of the building to meditate and consolidate his cultivation. He has almost completed this task, now just a wisp of elemental aura can be seen fluctuating on his crown. The golden halo was gone, it was now looking like a crown on his head. The crown had a golden base with the four sides equally condensed into jewels on four sides.