Theron awoke to the rays of the sun with a slow movement of his eyes. He hadn't moved the entire night, sitting in the same spot. And yet he didn't feel stiff or restrained. If anything, he felt free and alive. And quite frankly…
He didn't like it.
More and more, he was starting to feel like something was wrong with him, like something was shifting his views on things and his outlook on the world.
But what could that…
The realization hit Theron like a ton of bricks.
The Primordial Earth.
His soul, it had grown exponentially stronger in a short period of time, touching upon levels that shouldn't be possible at his cultivation realm.
It was always ridiculous taht he had a Cloud Realm soul. To the people in this section of the universe, this essentially put him at the level of Ninth Resonance Dome of Heaven Mancers in terms of soul strength.
