I Created a Protagonist Sect: My Programmer Job is Super Overpowered Chapter 22: Rasiel is Actually!

Chen Mo's consciousness drifted, untethered from the physical realm as his soul transcended its mortal confines. He found himself floating serenely upon a vast, shimring expanse of golden radiance that seed to stretch into eternity.

"Is this what they call the spiritual sea?" The thought echoed through his mind, an instinctive understanding blossoming within him.

Those few cultivators who managed to break through to the Soul Formation realm were said to possess such an ethereal wellspring - a limitless ocean of spiritual energy that served as the dantian for the soul, the very core, for their newly ford soul.

'But sothing seems off'

Chen Mo thought to himself that the spiritual sea is normally a small pond when its just ford but his seems like a golden sea that stretches out infinitely with seemingly no end.

As Chen Mo drifted amongst the lambent currents, he marveled at the endless ebb and flow of power surrounding him. Eddies of condensed spiritual force swirled and churned, refracting the golden light into srizing prismatic hues.

Yet even amidst such breathtaking splendor, Chen Mo's senses were drawn inexorably toward an impossibly regal structure rising from the heart of the spiritual sea. A golden palace of epic proportions hovered before him, its grandiose spires and ornate architecture radiating an almost palpable aura of majesty.

Colossal pillars, each adorned with exquisitely carved bas-reliefs depicting epic battles and cosmic events, supported the imnse weight of the palace. Dod rooftops curved in elegant arcs, their glistening tiles shimring with an otherworldly iridescence that put the finest jade to sha.

As Chen Mo's spiritual form drifted closer, he noticed that the very walls themselves seed to ripple and flow like liquid gold, as if the entire edifice were an extension of the spiritual sea itself given tangible shape through sheer force of will.

'What is this? Although it's my first ti seeing it, it feels so familiar'

An ornate gate, its towering doors emblazoned with mystical runes of power, beckoned to him with an almost palpable pull. Chen Mo's curiosity overca his trepidation, and he willed himself forward, plunging through the ethereal barrier as if it were little more than a gossar veil.

What greeted him on the other side defied all comprehension.

Millions - no, billions - of figures that shared his exact likeness filled the cavernous halls before him. Each one was wreathed in an aura of pure spiritual energy, their essences coalescing into epheral forms that seed to flicker in and out of existence with every blink of Chen Mo's taphysical eyes.

The faceless multitudes sat in tiless ditation, unmoving despite the inexorable currents of power undulating around them. A resonant hum, more felt than heard, vibrated through Chen Mo's being as if in greeting from these innurable parallel selves.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, to give voice to the kaleidoscope of questions swirling through his consciousness, a figure manifested before him. An achingly beautiful woman, whose delicate features mirrored his own in a striking reflection of yin and yang, regarded him with eyes that burned with the intensity of a million supernovae.

"Oh my, this is bad," she spoke, her ethereal voice reverberating through Chen Mo's soul with the weight of eternity itself. "It seems that the fifth chaos is getting restless, to even give you such power. It must've cost him a lot."

The woman's words were incomprehensible riddles that only served to deepen the profundity of the enigma surrounding him. Yet Chen Mo found himself stilled by the gentle weight of her hand upon his, an intimate yet distant caress that transcended re physical touch.

Chen Mo felt imnse spiritual pressure that threatened to erase his soul if he so much as moved.

'What is this? Why are there people in my spiritual sea? Who is this woman? Why does she look just like ?'

'Rasiel, who is she?'

[Report] – [???]

[ERROR] – [External interference detected]

"Ho, what is this?" the woman questioned as she gently placed her hand on Chen Mo's head. "Is that you Rasiel? I see, so you've already made it this far"

She smiles gently as she caresses Chen Mo's cheek,

"Since it's our first-ti eting, I'll give you a little gift. Initiate manual override"

[Manual override accepted]

"Force update"

[ACCEPTED]

[UPDATING] – [Ti left – 7 days]

"Wait, no, CANCEL!" Chen Mo scread out at the top of his voice, "you, what did you do to Rasiel?"

Chen Mo thought to himself that that woman was dangerous, not only did she know about Rasiel's existence, but she could also directly issue commands to him. Earlier she had ntioned sothing about the fifth chaos, from Chen Mo's knowledge, there cannot be more than one chaos at the sa ti, so what did she an by the fifth chaos.

He thought to himself that she might have sothing to do with his reincarnation into this world.

"Don't worry, your friend is still fine. Also, stop calling a 'he'"

The woman spoke softly as she let go of Chen Mo

"What? I never called you a... you, you're actually..."

"Took you long enough, but you're still too young to be here," she continued, her lodic voice tinged with an undercurrent of lancholy. "Co back again in another chaos or two."

In that mont, a deafening fracture resounded through the expanse as Chen Mo's spiritual sea cracked and shuddered. The golden radiance flickered and died, the innurable cosmic reflections of himself winking out of existence like candle flas snuffed by the void.

Within the span of a heartbeat, the opulent palace, the boundless spiritual ocean, all of it collapsed into absolute desolation. A yawning, abyssal darkness surrounded Chen Mo, an empty oblivion where not even the faintest shard of light could penetrate the all-consuming emptiness.

He opened his mouth to cry out, to give voice to the existential terror gripping his very essence, but no sound would erge from that stygian void. Only silence, profound and eternal, answered his anguished cry as his consciousness teetered upon the precipice of oblivion.