(Before you read this chapter, reread the one before this. I added so things later on that it wouldn’t allowed to add earlier!)
Apexion’s body shivered slightly as he gazed at the cosmic nexus sphere. He felt that it had the potential to inflict terrifying damage to his body and spirit. It was a refreshing feeling, danger. How long had he felt it?...
Over these years, his life had beco extrely dull. Before, he thought that he had almost discovered everything there was, conquered everything, and studied everything, and even if he were to discover sothing new, it wasn’t going to be sothing that could harm him.
Now, with this new discovery, he couldn’t help but feel excited, thrilled.
His eyes shone brightly as he scanned the dark vacuum around the sphere. For a second, he then focused back on the sphere; he deduced that the sphere floated dead center of the vacuum. Explore stories at .Côm
The reason why he could make such an estimate was because he had already seen and touched the end of the vacuum. Yes, a few years ago, one of his clones had traveled to the end of the vacuum, where he was greeted by a barrier similar to a world barrier, only it countless tis stronger; he couldn’t even leave a crack on it with his full strength.
At that mont, he felt extrely angry, for once again, he was forced to experience the familiar feeling of being trapped in a cage. Once again, sothing was limiting him, binding him. Hateful.
His eternal hunger for superior strength above everything burned brighter than ever before.
He must be stronger than every creature, must be able to extinguish every force that exists, must be able to shatter every barrier; he must be free and unfettered to do what he wants.
He yearns for greater strength, a higher rank, but unfortunately, he had co up against sowhat of a bottleneck. Yes, for the first ti, he couldn’t just create a higher rank like he used to; he just couldn’t deduce the right way forward.
For over a thousand years, he attempted to create a higher rank, but he was t with failure after failure. Nothing he deduced was strong enough to push his essence/body to a higher level, to evolve.
He also felt that his spirit couldn’t advance any further; it was as if his techniques had beco ineffective. His true aning also couldn’t advance any further; he concluded that it had co to an end. There were no higher true anings after tier 6.
He hoped this sphere before him could inspire him in creating a higher rank; after all, it was clearly sothing of a higher rank than him.
He sat down in the vacuum, then a clone manifested beside him, and he took control of it. The clone shot off towards the sphere at extre speed...
It journeyed for over three days, and it was about a light-year and a half away from the sphere. Soon, one light-year when suddenly its instincts scread at it, then,
boom! Splat! Crack!
A horrifying force in the form of a shock wave exploded out from the sphere and in an instant.
It reached the clone, and imdiately after it made contact with the clone, the clone twisted, folded, and exploded.
Apexion’s eyes shone brightly with countless ideas and thoughts. There was no resistance at all; the force bypassed all his defenses. It ignored his rune barrier that was many tis harder than the barrier of a world and effortlessly shattered his rune bones like twigs, which were harder than worlds themselves.
Fortunately, the force ca to an stop and vanished after traveling a radius of a light-year, for he was unsure if he could withstand the force. No, he was sure that he couldn’t withstand it; after all, the clone had all of his strength.
And there was sothing else ’familiar’; the force was sowhat familiar to him; it reminded him of the force that was limiting him and of the force that healed the vacuum after he ripped it apart when he first advanced to the World Stumper rank.
Apexion’s eyes flashed, and ten thousand clones manifested around him, then shot off towards the distance. Soon, they arrived exactly one light-year before the sphere.
They stopped and then ford an array formation; so of the clones ford a circle around others. They shot towards the sphere at maximum speed, and
boom!
The force exploded from the sphere once more, and just like before, it shattered the clones one by one, the clones at the edge of the circular formation bearing the force, even if it was for a second, allowing the clones at the center to get closer to the sphere.
Splat! Splat!
As each clone shattered, their starry eyes gazed at the sphere intensely. Soon, all were shattered, but their deaths weren’t in vain, even though their lives were aningless.
Before they were destroyed, they managed to travel a distance of 2 billion km and were able to slightly glance at sothing at the center of the sphere.
They saw a structure unlike anything before. The structure was ford by what seed to be countless crystalline lines woven together to form an intricate and otherworldly pattern, a pattern that resembled an ascension particle.
The structure was extrely small compared to the sphere; it was a million km in diater, and it was shimring with an ethereal glow as if it wasn’t in this world.
And it radiated a transcended aura.
Countless thoughts and calculations flashed through Apexion’s mind, and a second later, his eyes flashed. He felt that the pattern was very similar to runes, only it was way more advanced and grander. If a rune were a grain of dust, then the pattern that resides in the sphere would be a world.
He also felt that this pattern might be the key that he was searching for, the inspiration to create a higher rank. If he could understand its inner workings, he might be able to create sothing similar to it that could push his body towards ascension. But he would have to study it to be sure.
His eyes flickered, and thousands of clones appeared, then flashed to the sphere, and just like before, they did the sa things: form an array and shoot to their deaths, making sure to gaze at the structure...
Over and over again.
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