Garion noticed the faint tremble coming from inside Paren's chest and immediately looked amused. "Well, well. Looks like even your [World Seed] is already happy here."
Paren ignored him completely.
He did not have the spare attention to deal with Garion's nonsense right now.
The world-law pressure around them was far too strong. Every breath felt like inhaling broken fragments of space, storm, gravity, energy, and raw world foundation all at once.
Paren walked toward the center of the floating stone plate and slowly sat down cross-legged.
His expression became calm and focused.
A moment later, the deep blue [World Seed] emerged from his chest and hovered in front of him, glowing like a crystal seed filled with countless compressed patterns and flowing lines.
Paren formed several hand seals.
His cultivation manual began circulating through his body.
A soft blue light spread outward from him.
The nearby world-law fragments reacted almost immediately.
