Back in Malevolent Path Hall, three months, a full season for mortals, had passed like a cough in the lifespan of an immortal.
Malcolm sat cross-legged before the Door of Reincarnation, gray tides of aura surging around him.
For three whole months, he had not moved from this spot. While cultivating the path of reincarnation, he listened to the faint heartbeats that pulsed beyond the door. Every ripple meant another shard of Soul Devourer's divine soul was refined, another step toward completing the puppet
With each pulse, Malcolm felt his grasp of the Laws of Reincarnation deepen at a terrifying pace.
Wisps of law nascence leaking through the seams of the door drifted to him-nutrient richer than any elixir-feeding the reincarnation techniques he had studied for ten millennia.
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