Reon weakly pushed himself up, his entire body trembling.

  Every breath was bored, every movement a struggle.

  And then—he saw them.

  Cloudia and Little Tiger, drenched in his blood.

  Yet, despite their exhaustioe their trembling bodies, they remained coiled around him, refusing to let him go.

  They absorbed some of the pain he endured.

  They had stayed by his side—

  Even through his agony.

  Even through the storm of power that had nearly ed him.

  His gaze lingered on Cloudia, and for a moment, his breath caught in his throat.

  She looked… Different.

  Her once silver fur now gleamed with a Golden Hue, shimmering like Divine Silk uhe faint light.

  Her single silver tail was gone.

  Instead—

  Two long, magnifit Golden Tails swayed gently behind her.

  Her face, too, had transformed—no lohe same as before, but somethihereal, something Divine.

  She was Breathtaking.

  She looked like a Celestial Fox Deity, desded from the Heavens themselves.

  But—she was exhausted.

  Struggling.

  Still holding on.

  Beside her, Little Tiger, her big form trembling, was usihunder Elemely, carefully—to keep Reon warm.

  Reon's lips curled into a soft, tired smile.

  He was Smiling.

  Unknowingly.

  Instinctively.

  How long had it been since he st smiled like this?

  Since arriving in this world, he had often found himself unknowingly smiling like that.

  Without Even Realizing it.

  Then—he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

  "Thank you… my panions."

  A promise formed in his heart, a resolve carved deep into his very soul.

  "This time around… I Won't Wait For Things to ge."

  "I Will ge Them Myself."

  With weak, trembling hands, he reached out and gave them a light pat on their fur.

  They shivered but didn't Resist.

  They were exhausted.

  They had given him everything.

  "You rest now," he murmured.

  Then, closing his eyes, he sank into deep meditation—allowing his body to begin its transformation.

  He felt it.

  His very bones were reshaping, hardening—being something beyond mortal, something tougher than the hardest metal to exist.

  His veins and arteries, once ordinary, were refining—being thinner, more effit, c with newfound power.

  His lesser meridians—one by one—began to unblock, a slow yet steady process.

  Until, at st—

  He had unblocked nearly all of them.

  Then—

  Something far greater than mere meridians began to take shape within him.

  eridians.

  A human body holds the potential for Nine eridians, each a crucial pilr in stepping into the Foundatioablishment Realm.

  Once a cultivator steps into this realm, their eridians are set in stone—no more be formed.

  Thus, these meridians are the Foundation of Everything.

  This was not the same unstable foundation that Xue Taiyang had oruggled with.

  His past instability had inated from the formation of his Initial Core—the very foundation a cultivator structs at the beginning of their cultivation journey.

  It was still something that could be easily stabilized with a bit of effort.

  But eridians were different.

  They were absolute. Irreversible. The true measure of a cultivator's potential.

  This Foundation was like the base of a t structure—the more stable and vast its base, the higher it could asd toward the heavens.

  And so it was with cultivation.

  The greater the number of eridians one formed, the greater the heights they could rea their path to power.

  Yet, for most cultivators, f more than Three eridians is an impossible dream.

  No matter how fiercely they struggled, they could only attain a Basic Foundation, shag them to the Soul Realm, forever uo transd beyond it.

  Those who mao form Five achieve a Mortal Foundation, marking them as True Geniuses.

  Though their path remained arduous, they could still asd to the Body Iion Realm through sheer perseverand effort.

  With Seven, oains a Solid Foundation, a feat so rare they are hailed as a On-a-Millennium Prodigy—an individual said to have the potential to asd.

  Eight sighe Perfect Foundation, a title reserved for Heavenly Gehey have Unlimited Potential.

  And then,

  There is Nine eridians—

  The Mythical Fwless Foundation.

  A Heaven-Defyience.

  No one has ever Achieved it.

  Legends whisper that if oo succeed, their path would be Free Of Bottlenecks, their cultivation Boundless.

  And now—

  Reon's eridians were F.

  .

  .

  From a pseen, where only a faint s flickered in the void—

  A voice whispered, unheard by Reon.

  [So this is Master's stitution awakening… The pain and despair he has endured in this fragile form... Even a Celestial being would find it nigh impossible to e after a life filled with despair.

  [He truly deserves to be our Master. I feel so fortuo withis up close and to aid him.]

  [I've recorded everything. I'll show it to them ter—to make them jealous. Hehe!]

  .

  .

  Beyond Reon's Awareness—

  A storm was Brewing.

  Ohat shook even the Mightiest Beings of the world.

  Before, only a handful of the stro cultivators had paid attention to the strange phenomenon.

  Some were Envious.

  Some were Curious.

  Some were even Overjoyed.

  But now—

  Now, they all felt the same thing.

  Fear.

  Absolute, Suffog Fear.