Of course, Berserk Absorption only increased the physical speed of cultivation; it didn't accelerate his ntal comprehension. The two were entirely different processes. Lance was simply doing this to reduce the ti it would take to actually manifest and condense the various powers like Shadow Force and Extre Yin Force later on.
He then dove into deep ditation. With his Innate Law Body developed to its current limit, giving him a ten-million-fold boost to his Affinity, his talent was nothing short of monstrous.
The obscure and complex energy pathways described in the Abyssal Dark Scripture appeared incredibly simple to his eyes. In a re instant, he had completely grasped the fundantal cultivation chapters of the technique.
The next step was to deepen that comprehension through personal insight. This part could only be done by the individual, as everyone’s internal state was unique. The scripture only provided a general roadmap. Only by using his own insights to 'repair' and tailor the cultivation route to his own body could Lance increase his mastery and condense those powerful abilities.
Vroom!
Finally, after ten minutes of intense effort, a sphere of black light ignited within his Consciousness Hub.
The dark energy he had previously absorbed surged into the sphere. It began to expand at a staggering rate until a complete orb of Shadow Power hung suspended in the space above Lance's Consciousness Hub.
[System Alert: Congratulations! You have successfully cultivated the World Lord Class technique: Dark Abyssal Sutra to the Novice level. You have awakened the B-Rank Trait: Power of Darkness!]
The crisp chi of the system echoed in Lance’s mind, and a faint smile played across his lips.
While the progress was significantly slower than his previous cultivation techniques, reaching the Novice level in just ten minutes for a World Lord Class art was still an incredible feat.
"Now, it’s ti to grind the proficiency."
Lance’s eyes flashed with determination. Without a mont's hesitation, he plunged back into his ditation.
As he cultivated the technique, he simultaneously began pushing his physical Constitution and Soul strength to new heights. Deep within the Dark Domain, even Sovereign Glacia—standing re feet away—was unable to perceive any hint of his cultivation process.
As for Blake, though he was powerful, he was ultimately an artificial intelligence. His primary thod of scanning was through Divine Sense. Lance found countering this laughably simple; he rely activated the Eternal Soul Protocol to completely shield his presence.
With his tracks covered, Lance’s power began to skyrocket alongside his technique’s proficiency.
[System Alert: One minute of Body Reconstruction completed. CON 4,000,000!]
[System Alert: One minute of Soul Reconstruction completed. Soul 2,500,000!]
[System Alert: One minute of Body Reconstruction completed. CON 4,000,000!]
[System Alert: One minute of Soul Reconstruction completed. Soul 2,500,000!]
...
...
The notifications chid rhythmically within his Consciousness Hub. Both his Soul and physical realms began a steady, relentless climb.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
[System Alert: Your CON has reached 80,000,000. Level increased to Great Grandmaster (Rank 5)!]
...
[System Alert: Your CON has reached 280,000,000!]
[System Alert: Your Soul has reached 20,000,000. Level increased to Great Grandmaster (Rank 2)!]
...
[System Alert: Your Soul has reached 170,000,000!]
By the end of the hour, Lance’s total CON had surged to 280 million, while his Soul strength hit 170 million. Both aspects of his power had officially stepped into the formidable realm of Great Grandmaster (Rank 6).
[System Alert: Congratulations! You have reached the Proficient level in the World Lord Class technique: Dark Abyssal Sutra. You have awakened the S-Rank Trait: Power of Dark-Abyss!]
At that mont, his mastery over the Dark Abyssal Sutra leveled up, and his awakened ability evolved. The "Power of Darkness" transford into the "Power of Dark-Abyss," a force far more terrifying and potent than its predecessor.
Lance didn't stop there. He pushed forward, unwilling to waste a single second. Such a perfect opportunity for cultivation was rare. He needed to squeeze every drop of progress out of this mont; he knew that once he stepped out of this secret realm, a massive battle was likely waiting for him.
anwhile, outside the secret realm...
The human experts stood on high alert, their eyes fixed on the starry void beyond their defensive formation. They were prepared for the arrival of the other races, while simultaneously keeping a nervous eye on the rift, fearing the secret realm might close at any mont.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Finally, the fabric of space began to ripple and tear. One by one, massive starships tore through the veil of Dark-Space, appearing instantaneously in the void.
The mont they exited warp, they halted directly in front of the powerful Tier 7 mid-grade formation protecting the humans. The fleet was staggering—over ten thousand ships, every single one a Tier 6 vessel. Leading the armada were four Tier 7 starships, each belonging to a different race.
The human experts felt their hearts sink at the sight.
Soon, the hatch doors hissed open. Tens of thousands of elite warriors from various races descended into the void.
There were the Skrulls, ten-ter-tall giants with mottled green skin. There were the Tartarans, three-ter-tall beings with deep blue skin. There were the Klusians, who shared a similar build to humans but possessed massive, bulging eyes. And finally, the Xis—small in stature, but each carrying heavy, oversized weaponry.
At the front of the pack were the leaders of the four races: Emperor Skrull, Emperor Tartarus, the Klusian Emperor, and Emperor Xis. Each one was a terrifying Stellar Class (Rank 8) powerhouse.
Their presence caused the air to grow heavy. The human experts looked on with grim expressions. Without the Martial Paragon present, any one of these four could potentially wipe humanity from the stars. Worse yet, each race had brought at least thirty to forty other Stellar Class warriors with them.
The gap was undeniable. The four races, with millions of years of heritage, were on an entirely different level compared to humanity, which had only flourished for a hundred thousand years.
"Hahaha! You human filth," Emperor Skrull barked, his laughter echoing through the comm channels. "I didn't think your luck would be this good—stumbling upon the inheritance of a Star Sea Realm expert. A sha, really. Your luck has just run out."
As he laughed, the Tier 7 formation guarding the humans began to tremble violently under the sheer pressure of his presence.
"Whether it is the end of humanity remains to be seen," Aurelius, the High Guardian, spoke coldly from the front of the human line. "But one thing is certain: if any of your four races dares to touch a single human here, every one of your powerhouses will be dead within the day."
His words ignited a wave of fury among the alien ranks, but the leaders—the true powerhouses—felt a flicker of genuine fear behind their anger. Aurelius was right. The only reason these four races had let humanity survive this long was because of one man. That man alone was capable of decapitating the leadership of all four races in a single sweep.
"Haha, Aurelius, why the harsh words?" the Klusian Emperor chid in with a practiced smile. "We are all part of the five great races of the Milky Way. We should be united against external threats. There's no need for internal strife here."
The tension in the void eased slightly at his words.
"Old friend is right," Emperor Tartarus added with a wide, toothy grin. His eyes, however, betrayed his true feelings as they darted toward the rift with naked greed. "We’re all family. No need for all this killing."
"Hmph! Since this secret realm appeared within our Milky Way, I believe it is only fair that all five races explore it together," Emperor Skrull snorted, finally cutting to the chase.
He wasn't one for diplomatic circling. He had hated humans ever since the Martial Paragon killed his ntor—the previous Emperor Skrull. For years, the Skrulls had been the most aggressive race in hunting down human geniuses.
As soon as he spoke, the eyes of the other alien powerhouses turned sharp and cold, fixed on the humans.
In their eyes, humanity was pathetic. Their strongest was only a Rank 4 Stellar Class, and they had barely six Stellar Class warriors in total. They weren't even as strong as so second-rate races in the Milky Way. It was only the shadow of the Martial Paragon that allowed them to sit among the five great powers.
Under the collective pressure of hundreds of thousands of S geniuses, tens of thousands of Planetary Class warriors, and over a hundred Stellar Class powerhouses, the humans felt a crushing weight on their souls. The human students finally realized the terrifying disparity between their race and the true powers of the galaxy.
"You all make a fair point," Aurelius said, surprising everyone with a smile. "Since this inheritance appeared in the Milky Way, it is only right that the entire galaxy explores it together. Array Sovereign, open the formation!"
He turned and spoke directly to the Array Sovereign standing beside him.
His blunt, decisive attitude imdiately caught the four races off guard.
They had assud Aurelius would hide behind the Martial Paragon’s shadow to intimidate them, and in truth, that pressure would have likely kept them at bay. They never expected the High Guardian to simply open the array without a fight.
The sheer compliance of it all felt surreal to them.
The array itself was useless; if a true battle broke out, it would shatter in an instant. What they truly feared was the Martial Paragon. Even if they managed to seize the inheritance, they would still need ti to process it. If the Martial Paragon—who was significantly stronger than all of them—chose to strike, he could easily snatch the prize right back out of their hands.
"Well then, we offer our thanks!"
Aurelius’s sudden cooperation had left even Emperor Skrull stunned. All the speeches the four emperors had rehearsed before arriving were now useless, leaving him with no choice but to offer an awkward word of gratitude.
Vrum!
A mont later, the entire shield humd as it opened.
The emperors of the four races wasted no ti, leading their powerhouses as they flew directly into the array. Before long, hundreds of thousands of elite geniuses sward the entrance to the fractured secret realm.
"We’re going in, then?" Emperor Tartarus asked tentatively, eyeing Aurelius and the other High Guardians, who made no move to stop them.
"By all ans," Aurelius replied with a smile. "Our own geniuses have already entered."
While his face wore a pleasant expression, the sight of so many geniuses from the four races filled him with a profound sense of helplessness.
Lance, with so many enemies flooding in, you better not screw this up, he thought. This was the sa thought weighing heavily on the minds of every human powerhouse present.
"Everyone, move out!"
"Forward! Seize the inheritance for our kin!"
"Charge!"
...
Realizing that Aurelius truly intended to stay out of their way, the emperors of the four races let out thunderous roars.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the amassed warriors of the four races surged toward the rift like a tidal wave. Watching the scene unfold, a handful of spies hidden within the human ranks grew visibly anxious.
Why did it seem like the four races hadn't received their intel? They were swarming in like madn. Even if they were all S-rank geniuses, those who didn't et the age requirent were heading toward certain death.
What these traitors didn't realize was that the Human Supre Core had already jamd all communications in the area. While it couldn't fully block the supre cores of the other four races, silencing a few lowly traitors was child’s play. In fact, the Human Supre Core had already flagged their bio-signatures; as soon as they returned, they would be systematically liquidated.
Seeing their subordinates charge ahead, the four emperors exchanged glances before diving into the secret realm themselves, terrified that their peers might snatch the best treasures first.
They might have ford a temporary pact against the humans, but they were even more wary of each other. After all, the human race only had the dying Martial Paragon left. Once he drew his last breath, any one of them could wipe humanity out with ease. But the other three races would remain, and the competition to devour each other would continue until only one was left.
...
Vrum! Vrum! Vrum!
High above the secret realm, space rippled incessantly as hundreds of thousands of warriors from the four races flooded in like a deluge.
"There! The humans are over there! Charge!" soone shouted excitedly, spotting Ignis and the other High Guardians.
A mont later, the massive wave of geniuses dived toward the formation that shrouded the continent below.
"Halt!" a thunderous voice roared out.
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