Inside the boundless white of his soul, Ethan stood before the flickering form of Crul and the miniature, trembling Worm Queen. The chaos of the outside world—the roar of engines and the scent of burnt gunpowder—had vanished, replaced by an oppressive silence.
"So, simply being here is enough to train?" Ethan asked, looking at his translucent hands.
[ This is merely the foundation, Master, ] Crul explained, her young face devoid of emotion. [ Being able to separate your consciousness from your physical vessel is the first step. Many cultivators spend their entire lives trying to reach this stage, only to remain stuck at the threshold. However, you have bypassed the gate. ]
"And the goal?"
[ Total Concentration, ] Crul replied. [ A state where the mind and the laws of the universe resonate as one. But for now, you must learn to navigate this space. You can manifest anything you desire here. If you wish to sharpen your fangs, imagine an opponent. ]
