The heavy darkness slowly closed behind him, like a wooden door already locked, with no need to check it again. A distant tower blazed with light, silhouettes faintly visible moving to and fro. Lin Feng neither deliberately looked toward it nor took a detour to avoid it; he simply continued on his way. Occasionally, he paused to examine treasures sold at roadside stalls, or stopped for a moment to listen to scraps of conversation from cultivators on street corners. Once he had heard enough, he set out again.
Reaching a destination was no longer his purpose. Moving forward was itself his present state.
Lin Feng understood with perfect clarity: one long pursuit had drawn to a close, while a new journey reaching far beyond it had only just begun. He had no need to hurry to guess whether opportunities in secret realms or unknown dangers awaited him. When the time came, everything would become clear.
After breaking through to Late-Stage God Sovereign, Lin Feng chose to linger in Return to the Ruins City for several more days, slowly familiarizing himself with his newfound power.
The increase in power brought by his breakthrough was gentle and sustained, like a river slowly rising with the arrival of the rainy season, naturally spilling beyond the banks that had once confined it. There was no violent surge, no need to force an adjustment. He did not rush to develop new methods or explore secret realms. Each day, he simply turned his attention inward in quiet contemplation, carefully sensing the expanded pathways of the Great Dao of Chaos within him, confirming again and again that his Dao foundation was firm enough to support every choice on the unknown roads ahead.
He set no definite destination for himself, maintaining his usual rhythm as he wandered leisurely