Ian walked back toward the city after his transformation.
No biomass. No fallback regeneration. He could feel the difference. His senses were sharper than ever, but he couldn't brute-force anything anymore. If he made mistakes now, he'd pay for them in full. Which was fair, honestly. After everything, this felt like a clean slate.
So he asked himself: what's the best way to adapt to this realm?
One answer stood out.
Join a sect.
It sounded cliché, but that's because it made sense. Sects were networks, access to manuals, cultivation techniques, spirit stone markets, information… and more importantly, local knowledge.
Ian needed that.
He spent the next day wandering the outer city, visiting open plazas where recruiters gathered. There were three main sects here:
The Verdant Cloud Sect, known for alchemy, healing arts, and defensive techniques.
Iron Harmony Sect, body cultivators, mostly fighters and laborers, simple but strong.
