Honestly speaking, I was still very confused on how any of this happened.
The realization of my own state refused to settle cleanly in my mind.
I could feel it, undeniably so, coursing through my meridians with a smoothness I had never experienced before, yet understanding lagged far behind sensation.
I stood there, breathing steadily, trying to reconcile memory with reality. Just before losing consciousness, I had been barely holding myself together, burning through soul energy recklessly just to survive long enough to finish what I started.
There had been no breakthrough, no moment of clarity, no structured ascension. Just desperation, poison, and collapse. And yet here I was, standing upright, aware, and something far beyond what I had been before.
I mean, how did I get to be a Heaven Stage cultivator? The question wasn't rhetorical. It sat there, heavy and unresolved, demanding logic that simply wasn't present. I was not that high up on the Origin stage either.
