The ocean.
A single log floats on the surface, rising and falling with the waves.
On the log.
Shen Ye stands holding a knife, constantly performing slashing motions.
After seeing Aloys off, he entered the Illusion Realm, fully immersed in comprehending the knowledge and skills of the Void Saint level.
Five hundred years have passed.
He drifts on the deserted ocean, refining his skills with the knowledge of the Saint level, working tirelessly day and night.
This day.
The voice of Charlotte suddenly came from the long knife:
"The time of your Zouma Lantern blade stance is about to run out, and time will return to normal."
"—Are you going to end your training now?"
"No, my advancement in sword techniques is not enough yet. I might need to continue training for a while," Shen Ye said.
He suddenly sensed something else and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry for not accompanying you properly."
