Ezequiel exhaled deeply, releasing the tension in his body before slowly opening his eyes. He had been cultivating for ten hours straight, but it was worth it—he had finally reached the peak of the Demi-God stage. Without his cultivation sitting still for such a long time would have been impossible. His entire body would ache.
After more than a year and a half of relentless effort, he was ready to break through to the next realm.
His power felt refined, every flaw in his cultivation long gone. Even his mind was sharper, his thoughts more focused than ever before. 'I'm ready,' he thought.
Tomorrow marked six months since his Angels had first encountered the beetles near his planet. If everything went according to plan, tomorrow he would be able to shift his planet's location, ensuring its safety. But there was one last obstacle in his path: the breakthrough.