Rhythm of the Wind

Karl sat on the king's throne, eyes closed, remaining silent.

A heavy atmosphere instantly permeated the entire palace, and even the chubby face of Luo trembled slightly at this moment.

Karl was silently calculating in his heart; a population of over three hundred million was considered relatively small for a kingdom-level territory, but given that this was the Chaotic Territory, this number was already quite impressive.

As for the elite legions, according to Karl's rules, only Level 3 warriors qualified, and with millions of Level 3 warriors, this meant that over ten percent of the kingdom's population was serving in the military, with thirty percent of that population having joined the elite legions.

For the elite legions, strength was merely the threshold; there was also the requirement of military experience.

"As expected, the speed of development in the Saint Realm is far, far faster than when I was at Level 9."

In just a few short years, the development speed of Karl's territory in the Chaotic Territory had been countless times faster than that of Starfire City, and the reason for this was related to the environment of the Chaotic Territory; ordinary people needed a powerful lord, and weaker lords likewise needed someone more powerful to lead them.

Because every few to a dozen years, massive Rat Tides would appear within the Chaotic Territory, and without sufficient strength, it was difficult to survive such disasters.

As for Luo, Karl was still satisfied; knowing when to bow to circumstances was a virtue.

The drawback was that his strength was too weak; without Karl himself sitting in command, he could never control those arrogant and unruly soldiers.

"You may leave now."

After a long while, Luo felt as if he had heard the sound of heaven, hurriedly bowing and backing away.

"The kingdom must develop, and its importance even exceeds that of Tianfeng Prefecture."

Not only was there a Space Gate here, but the Chaotic Territory was also sufficient to satisfy Karl's needs for the future of his territory.

After giving detailed instructions regarding the direction of subsequent development, Karl's figure arrived once again before the door beneath the mineral vein.

As soon as he approached, Karl smelled a faint scent of blood.

"Overestimating your own capabilities."

Shaking his head, a faint cyan light emerged before Karl, and in the next second, his entire person vanished from where he stood.

Inside the mysterious space, the environment remained unchanged, as if it were still yesterday.

Without a word, Karl sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed intently on the pale cyan air currents outside the transparent membrane.

In Karl's eyes, the Spatial Turbulence was a river formed by the convergence of many colors, only the impact force of this river was something even God Level powerhouses could not resist.

The paths taken by different pale cyan air currents were all different, and different paths meant different mysteries.

However, this required a certain level of understanding to perceive this aspect.

Within those pale cyan air currents, it seemed as if there were many shades of pale cyan, some moving extremely fast, others extremely slow, some capable of enveloping other currents, and others capable of slicing through them.

Although Karl's comprehension was not strong, in this space that practically told him the answers directly, Karl's comprehension of the elements reached an unimaginably fast speed.

"This is the Mystery of Fast Wind."

"This is the Mystery of Slow Wind."

"This seems to be the Mystery of Wind Walk?"

There were similarities between different mysteries, and to Karl's eyes, everything seemed to be one integrated whole.

But Karl knew clearly that if he tried to comprehend them as a single whole, he would never reach the perfection of the Laws in this lifetime.

Stepping into the Saint Realm, the soul would undergo a transformation.

Comprehending the path to becoming a god would also cause the soul to transform, and every evolution of the Godhead would also bring about a transformation of the soul.

In Karl's view, every soul transformation meant the ability to continue comprehending the mysteries of the Laws at a higher level.

If the realm was insufficient, what one could obtain through forced comprehension would be very limited.

Karl was immersed in the perception of wind; it was an indescribable feeling, a bit like a problem that couldn't be solved before being unraveled bit by bit, and every correct step brought a sense of pleasure to his soul.

"The more I cultivate, the better it feels."

Cultivating Battle Qi brought pleasure to the body, while comprehending the Laws brought pleasure to the soul.

In short, cultivation was exhilarating.

It was no wonder many powerhouses could endure tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation.

His perception of wind grew with every second, and Karl gradually began to sense the Mystery of Wind Element.

Specializing in one mystery might make one weaker in terms of methods, but this was a solid, tangible improvement, a way to leap toward a higher level.

Discarding the mysteries that were currently superfluous from the complex Laws of Wind, forgetting fast and slow, excluding the sound of the wind, and no longer focusing on the extremes of wind, he turned his gaze toward mediocrity.

Mediocrity.

This was Karl's impression of the element mystery.

It had everything, yet it was not refined in anything.

But this was wind; it was the foundation of wind.

One day.

Ten days.

One month.

Half a year.

As Karl woke from his insights time and again, only to immerse himself once more.

"Someone has broken through to the Saint Realm?"

On this day, Karl was practicing his insights into the Wind Element as usual, but when the moment of transition between the old and new arrived, Karl suddenly halted his cultivation.

Because Karl discovered that on his attribute panel, the previously empty Saint Realm category now contained one person.

"Who is it?"

Karl felt a mix of pleasant surprise and curiosity in his heart.

He hurriedly opened the family information on the attribute panel.

[Level Nine 26/100, Saint Realm 1/5]

Loan Talos

"This person?"

Karl quickly began to recall.

This should count as his grandson.

During his fifty years of seclusion, his son seemed to have married another woman while in power.

"Which family was the woman from again?"

Karl hadn't paid much attention to his son's marriage; he only knew she was a noblewoman who had already reached the late stage of Level Eight when she married into the family.

"It seems like a friend that kid met on the battlefield."

Karl recalled it after a moment, remembering that the marriage took place after he had stepped into the Peak Saint Realm.

"In other words, by that time I had already upgraded Lin's Saint Realm aptitude, and since this child inherited that aptitude, he was able to advance to the Saint Realm in such a short time?"

Karl was more or less surprised by this.

After all, this was the first Saint Realm expert in his family since himself.

Family: Loan Talos, Age: 68

Gender: Male

Realm: Early Saint Realm

Attribute: High Fire Element Affinity

"Wait."

Karl froze, staring at the age section.

"How is he 68 years old?"

"Shouldn't he be forty or fifty?"

Karl couldn't help but glance at his own cultivation progress.

Wind Element: 82,985/1,000,000

"How long have I been cultivating?"

Karl was a bit confused at this moment; ever since entering this space, his Battle Qi cultivation speed and comprehension of the Laws were no longer increasing passively.

He was gaining several points of progress almost every single day.

At the very beginning, he could only increase by eight or nine points a day, then gradually by over a dozen, and now the daily progress was approaching twenty points.

With no one to talk to and no way to feel the passage of time, many times a blink of an eye for Karl could mean several days had passed.

This resulted in Karl having no clear sense of time.

"Looking at it this way, this seclusion must have lasted at least a dozen years or so."