Cain's smile stretched wide, his entire presence radiating overwhelming strength and divine confidence. Yet beneath the surface, hidden behind the golden glow in his eyes and the calm aura he exuded, exhaustion simmered. The dramatic entrance had taken its toll.
It would have been far easier to use the Demon King Castle to traverse across the ocean. But Cain had chosen a different approach. Morale was crucial. The dragons and saintesses hadn't seen him in years, and for a moment of such magnitude, he had to appear as more than a legend—he had to become myth.
So he deployed the full might of his cultivation, flashing through the First Realm, crossing countless kilometers in days, and crashing into the landmass with the raw momentum of his journey. The impact alone was enough to shake the Bloodmar Continent to its roots.
Of course, such a feat consumed colossal amounts of energy. But energy was not something Cain lacked.
