บท 508: Paths of cultivation

*[Several months later]*

Inside a gigantic city constructed by the federation of a couple of migrated, almost annihilated races, one could see a young man with broad shoulders, black hair that had silver strands, and golden-silverish eyes.

His aura was unrestrained while the stigma above his right eye that looked like a reversed wing was glowing faintly.

Dense currents of mana were passively attracted to the young man.

It was Jason who walked nonchalantly through the crowded streets of Janur, the biggest city of the continent, they had named Manla.

This was not the name mankind had given to the continent in the past, but that was what it was now- the past.

Jason had no qualms adjusting himself because he was already accustomed to change.

Right from the cultivation system to figure out that there was more than one energy with which one could cultivate, everything existed and he had adapted to all the changes pretty well.