Nova's eyes snapped open before his alarm could trigger.
He looked at his body, he didn't need to take a shower because he was an energy lifeform, and form of dirt that attaches to him would be devoured and used as fuel for his cultivation no matter how miniscule it was, so he would always look perfect and neat. He thought to him self "that was convenient."
But more importantly, something had shifted while he slept. He lay still, feeling the change ripple through his marrow. The Ancient Chaotic Origin Qi circulating through his veins was no longer a restless stream; it had thickened, turning dense and cold like liquid diamond. The Chaotic Origin Flame in his core didn't flicker anymore—it pulsed with a low, heavy thrum that made his ribs ache with newfound power. His body felt solid, as if a thousand loose threads had finally been pulled taut into a single, unbreakable knot.
He pulled up his panel.
[Status Panel]
