Basic Supre Armant, Heavenly Supre Armant, and Chaos Supre Armant.
Realm Fathers who deciphered the mysteries behind a Basic Supre Armant’s final form could display the strength of an Entry-Level Dinsion Lord.
It is said that the Heavenly Supre Armant’s final form could display strength at the cosmic limit, effectively making such a Dinsion Lord one of the so-called ’strongest existence’ across the cosmic space.
Not much was known about the Chaos Supre Armants.
Rumor had it that the Chaos Supre Armant could not be forged by the lifeforms of the cosmic space.
So said that Chaos Supre Armants did not even originate from the cosmic space, to which others argued that the cosmic space was the entire world.
So say the Chaos Supre Armant only had one form, the first form was the last...
"The mysteries contained within the Supre force in the Supre Realm are too much for my cultivation base to bear." Anon mused aloud, sifting through the many Basic Supre Armants available.
Whilst the willpower of others bore the brunt of the Supre force, and the willpower was inherently difficult to shatter... Anon’s willpower and cultivation realm are intertwined. What his willpower bore, his cultivation did as well.
It could not bear the pressure of the Supre force.
"However, I can deepen my understanding of the Bladed pathway through this Supre Armant and then return to the Supre Realm."
"This is the fastest way I can go about bearing the Supre force and nurturing a Third Level willpower, and then, my cultivation will enter the ranks of Realm Father." He concluded.
The only other choice he had, which was also sothing that was the norm, was to enter the Supre Realm for short instances at regular intervals, slowly deciphering the mysteries contained on the Bladed pathway and improving his willpower.
This was akin to being intimidated by a massive chunk of cake and having no choice but to take a small bite every day to eventually finish it.
On the other hand, Anon sought to decipher the forms of the Basic Supre Armant before returning to the Supre Realm.
One must understand, this was practically following the opposite path from what was the norm, and was impossible and improbable.
Individuals would need to deepen their Bladed insights first, and only then could they unlock more forms of a Bladed Supre Armant.
However...
’With my God’s Eye, which can decipher the nature of all things, and with the assistance of my Principle of Destiny, analyzing and deciphering is my forte.’ He thought with emotional depth flashing in his eyes.
So held certain advantages but failed to properly use them.
This was the greatest sin.
Smilingly, he inwardly mused to himself, ’Utilizing my forte to grasp greater strength is the only right way for .’
Soon after, he found a desirable pair of blades.
"Dream spirit," he voiced, shifting his gaze away from the dream window. The dream spirit practically stood at attention, awaiting him to address her.
"Region Dominating Blades..." He slowly repeated its words, and repeated the contents of these blades in his mind, ’These blades were made with the blood of a Cosmic Honored flaming dragon, a creature comparable to a Human general/Dinsion Lord. Naturally, it is especially suited for a Bladed warrior with the Principle of Fire.’
Anon suddenly thought of sothing and frowned, "How long would it take for it to be delivered to planet Eldara?"
He didn’t plan to stay on planet Eldara for long.
If it would take too long to...
"The Young Lord is worrying too much," the dream spirit giggled, "The Domain of Dreams is an alternate dinsion, so items can be brought out of here and into the cosmic space."
Anon’s lips curled upward. When he did not utilize the principles of Destiny, he had developed a bad habit of overlooking things.
This was not like an abstract soul.
He then asked, "How long would it take to reach my Nine Rivers Esoteric World?"
The dream spirit obediently replied, "The Domain of Dreams has the Star Radiant Palace connecting each celestial island to Dreamland, where the Humanitarian Headquarters reside. This was why we were able to arrive in this world in almost an instant."
"That’s only because my world is relatively close to that celestial island," Anon uttered before darkening his voice, "I asked, how long will it take?"
The dream spirit was instantly scared to the point of trembling. It began deducing on its fingers, muttering to itself, "From the Dreamland to here, ah... six months."
Anon knitted his brows, and his three eyes burst forth with crimson light.
Manifestations that made the eyes burn etched themselves across the space within the palace, causing the entire Nine Rivers Esoteric World to quake in fear.
"M-Master, there’s the Temporal Palace! There’s the Temporal Palace for what is practically instantaneous delivery. If you’re willing to spend Dark Gold to quicken the transportation of goods, it would only take a few hours..."
"Master?" Anon suddenly burst out in a peal of laughter that caused the palace’s walls to violently shake.
Angered?
No, he wasn’t angered at all.
Why would he be?
Especially if he remained on planet Eldara for an extended period of ti in safety and comfort, he would be very pleased.
"However, even if the Domain of Dreams can read the surface thoughts of abstract souls like mine, this is simply a warning to never touch my soul again." Anon darkly ordered.
The dream spirit quickly ca to a realization, but once she saw the crimson light in his eyes, she ekly nodded her head, shrinking back in fear.
"Switch to Divine Battle Arts," he casually comnted.
The dream spirit hesitated for a mont before asking, whilst averting her dreamy gaze, "But Young Lord, it isn’t recomnded to attempt mastering a Divine Battle Art and Supre Armant simultaneously."
Silence fell, and he closed his eyes, clenching his jaw.
"I’m sorry, Divine Battle Arts coming right up," the dream spirit quickly stated, churning the mysteries of the dream domain toward the dream window.
’This little thing is too cute.’ Anon inwardly smiled.
Whilst the dream spirit had remained in its original size, Anon’s face alone was akin to the size of a planet in front of her.
Though she was close to his eye, she appeared no more than a spec of dust under the radiance of sunlight to Anon.
Naturally, there was no hardship for him in deciphering even the most minute energies structuring her body.
Once again, he began a process of sifting through thousands and tens of thousands of Divine Battle Arts.
He wielded blades, so there was no need for a battle art that utilized the limbs, nor did he need a battle art that utilized weapons when there were Supre Armants.
However, so individuals still preferred to utilize Divine Battle Arts alongside a cosmic treasure.
For example, they would mold a blade out of the bones of so dragon, call it a cosmic treasure, and utilize a Divine Battle Art with it.
They considered this path to be true to the Supre pathway, in this case, the Bladed pathway.
Anon did not care for all this loyalty to the Bladed pathway.
He would decipher the Supre Armant and wield its power whilst simultaneously unearthing the mysteries of the Bladed pathway to ascend further up the Supre mountain.
anwhile, he would master a Divine Battle Art to grasp hold of another form of power, and this power would naturally be for his Wings of Light.
"Wings of Cosmic Tearing..." Anon’s gaze fell on the dream spirit.
She looked up at that gaze and felt an endless suppressive force crushing down onto her almost insignificant fra.
Scared silly, she rapidly nodded her head like a bobblehead doll, bringing a smile to his face.
Teasing this dream spirit on a whim was actually rather pleasant.
"Young Lord, I’ve already sent the request to Dreamland. Do you prefer to pay with rit or Dark Gold? And do you wish for to request the Temporal Palace’s assistance?"
Pinching his chin, Anon pondered for a fraction of a mont before nodding his head, "Isn’t there an auction soon? I’ll save the Dark Gold for then." He said, "rit points. And place a request for the Temporal Palace’s assistance."
While there was effectively no wasted ti, so even if it took six months to acquire the goods, during this ti he would be enlightening his principles, it was still best to practice urgency with all things.
"Ok, Rank 1 Divine Battle Art; Wings of Cosmic Tearing... 100,000 rit Points... Basic Supre Armant; Regional Dominating Blades... 18 Million rit points..." The dream spirit only uttered this before Anon’s voice thundered through the palace.
"Wow, wow, wow, hold up, is this why there wasn’t a price shown on the dream window?" He knitted his brows and stared intently at the dream spirit.
The dream spirit’s heart was made up of energy rather than blood and flesh; however, it began rapidly thumping in her tiny chest, and particles of the dreamy energy making up her body crystallized into beads of cold sweat that trickled down her face.
Seeing this, Anon closed his eyes and waved his hands, "Don’t bother... scamr, it’s all a scam. I only have thirty million... and here I thought a fifth of the providence acquired from the birth of an Overlord would be worth sothing."
One must understand, a Basic Supre Armant was practically equivalent to an Entry-Level Dinsion Lord in terms of power. This cost him more than half the rits he acquired from his otherworldly ascension...
The dream spirit could only utter with dismay, "Inflation, Young Lord."
"In cosmic cycles gone by, you could acquire Heavenly Treasures for ten million rit points. Now, rit points are hard to earn and easily disappear."
Anon scowled, "More like, the Human Lord wishes to slave everyone away."
Earn cosmic providence for humanity, for rit points, and buy Supre Armants and Divine Battle Arts.
In truth, there was no equivalent exchange.
It was all put in double the effort for half the reward.
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