One hundred and fifty years later.
It had been nearly two hundred years since Saine descended upon the Faelun Continent.
The scale of this Saint Calamity had indeed far surpassed all previous ones.
Nearly two hundred years of unrest had failed to bring the Saint Calamity to its end.
Instead, it seemed as though the climax had only just begun.
Nearly two hundred years of arduous cultivation deep within Purgatory had raised Saine's Mental Strength, mana, and physique attributes past fifty thousand points.
If he activated his special transformation state, Saine's stats could rise drastically still.
However, this was more or less Saine's limit.
Nearly two hundred years of day-and-night exploration into the mysteries of Truth had left Saine having researched nearly everything at hand that he could study.
Knowledge did not appear out of thin air, nor did new research directions gradually become clear just by slapping one's forehead.
Saine himself had to actively learn from the outside world.
Unfortunately, Purgatory Space was a relatively closed-off place.
Even though Saine had traveled through many parts of the Purgatory Third Layer Space over the past fifty years, vastly broadening his horizons and understanding, he had still inevitably entered a bottleneck period.
There were no mentors in this world to teach him, nor were there other mages with whom he could clash minds.
If Saine remained alone for too long, he feared he would go mad.
Moreover, the Faelun Continent followed an orthodox path of divine faith. The help Purgatory's demons could offer Saine in this regard was extremely limited.
When new-generation mages such as Flynn encountered something they did not understand, they could ask Saine.
But when Saine encountered something he did not understand, whom could he ask?
Having entered a bottleneck period, Saine did not choose to remain in