Gravis and Yersi were still in shock for some hours. They had not seen this turn of events coming at all. The trio that had been together for around 200 years suddenly split up. Now, only the two of them lived together in this apartment.

Gravis was not sure how he should feel about Orthar leaving. On one hand, Orthar was his closest friend, and he had just left. This made Gravis feel a feeling of loss and abandonment.

Yet, on the other hand, Orthar found something out about his being. So, wasn't this a good thing for him? Gravis' father told him that Orthar was still himself and that he was safe. Wasn't that everything that Gravis needed to know?

Was this any different from all the other times Gravis split off from his friends?

When Orthar left, Gravis started thinking about his other friends again. He thought about them occasionally, but there was nothing he could do, which was why he hadn't asked about them.

'I think this is the perfect opportunity to ask how many of my friends are actually still alive,' Gravis thought. 'Additionally, Aris and Cera have already spent 2,000 years in the higher worlds. They are probably still Immortals, but I hope they are well.'

"Yersi, I'm going to ask father about Aris, Cera, and some of my old friends," Gravis said.

Yersi released a sigh. Now, for the first time, she was feeling the same feeling that Gravis had felt whenever he asked his father about the wellbeing of his friends. She felt the uncertainty. What if Aris and Cera were already dead? What then?

"Do you want to come with me?" Gravis asked.

Yersi waited for some seconds.

"No, I don't think I want to," she said. "Just tell me about it later."

Gravis could understand that decision and nodded. "Sure."

SHING!

And Gravis teleported to his father.

Gravis looked around his father's room, but he couldn't see the Black Magnate anywhere.

"He left," the Opposer said.

"How come?" Gravis asked.

"He can't always remain here with me and decided that he wanted to re-experience the world. A lot of things have changed, and he wants to see if he can find other, like-minded individuals," the Opposer said.

sat down in front of his

Whoop!

me," he said. "You said you would talk with me about

to rent a garden and grow your own plant.

nostalgia.

of the lightning element, which is impossible for you. Unraveling the makeup of a being is not difficult, but transforming

you need to fuse it

snorted. "So, in short, I need to comprehend a Law even more powerful and advanced than the

The Opposer nodded.

it then," Gravis said. "That's a

Some silence returned.

"Many years have passed, and I

beings that you call

and unimportant ones, his friends from the lower world. So much time had passed,

world, over 22,000 years had already passed. This is over twice as long as the longevity of someone in the

his friends were either already in

There was no in-between.

This left

about Nero?"

was that again?"

Cultivator I met in the Heaven's Trial, the one who

back and remembered the quiet kid. Even though he didn't pay attention to Nero, the Opposer's memory and perception were still nearly unparalleled. Because of that,

checked through space and time and watched Nero's

After nearly dying in a tempering experience, he decided to slowly comprehend Laws and raise his Realm. He reached the late Nascent Nourishing Realm and realized that his Will-Aura was too weak. Because of that, he abandoned cultivation and took up a position as an elder in the

longevity ran out. That was around 20,000 years ago," the Opposer

had already accepted that his old friends would drift apart from him, but he still felt a pit in his stomach when he heard that Nero died. Gravis didn't grieve for the dead Nero but for

more time with him. They had never

Gravis sighed and nodded.

about Aion?" Gravis

looked at

know," Gravis said. "That one Heavenborn that

inspected the timestream of the

he had never thought would be possible. In the middle world, he was no longer being hunted by everyone,

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