Chapter 119: My Last Training Session
The meditation chamber was exactly as I remembered – a vast space filled with floating crystalline platforms arranged in tiers like an otherworldly amphitheater. Thousands of these platforms hung suspended in the air, each one attuned to different levels of the red sun's power.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the other initiates file in, their movements careful and deliberate as they sought out platforms matching their cultivation level. They reminded me of freshmen on their first day of college – trying so hard to look like they belonged while secretly terrified of making a mistake.
As I made my way toward the higher platforms the whispers started almost immediately.
"Has he lost his mind?"
"Those platforms are for peak Rank 1..."
"Stay away from him, he’s going to explode!"
The concerned muttering grew louder as I passed the middle tiers, but I ignored them just as I had in the previous loop. Their warnings might have been valid for a normal initiate, but I had the Genesis Seed to regulate the energy flow.
A senior disciple – different from last time, but wearing the same expression of concerned authority – stepped forward to intercept me. "Initiate, the higher platforms are restricted to—"
I kept walking, letting the formation's automatic steps materialize beneath my feet. The senior disciple's words trailed off as I ascended past him, probably wondering if he should forcibly stop me or just let me learn my lesson the hard way.