"I should sit here all day," Max muttered silently as his eyelids lowered, his breathing growing slow and even, as though the weight he had been carrying for so long had finally loosened its grip on him.
The moment his eyes closed, the constant tension that had followed him since his ascension seemed to melt away. There was no urgency, no danger, no calculations of enemies or future battles.
For the first time since stepping into the Divine Realm, Max felt a peace so profound that it almost frightened him. It was not the fleeting calm of safety or the satisfaction after victory, but something far deeper, a serenity that seemed woven into the fabric of existence itself.
He had never realized such peace existed, not even in the quiet moments of his past life or during solitary cultivation sessions.
