Chapter 34: Arcane Experiment

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Arcane Experiment

|-----TRUE SYSTEM STATUS -----|

[ Name: Aeon Astaraeas ]

[ Title: The Progenitor ]

[ Race: ??????? ]

[ Cultivation Rank:

Warrior:(F+)

Arcane: (F+)

Spiritual: (Nil)]

[ Talent: Infinite ]

[ Special Talent: Infinite Evolution(Infinite )

◇End of Endless(Infinite)

◇Infinite Eyes of Omniscience(Infinite)

◇Infinite Martial Dao(Infinite)]

[ Paths: Warrior, Arcane, Spiritual ]

[ Physique(s): ?????]

[ Bloodline(s): ?????]

[Affinities: Infinity(???)]

[ Inventory: Uncommon Magical Swords x60, Phoenix’s Essence, Void Cleaver, Dao Fruit of the Cosmic Dragon... ]

[Compat Power: 20 stars]

Aeon carefully reviewed his updated status panel, tracking the dramatic shifts across his information. His Arcane Path ranking had officially transitioned from a flat nil to the absolute F+ rank.

Under the known traditional Archane path system, the initial F-rank of the Arcane Path is strictly divided into three sequential milestones: refining the physical heart tissue, tempering the internal heart core, and successfully manifesting the floating Cosmic Ring before encrypting its structure with elemental runes.

The precise millisecond a cultivator successfully fulfills all three requirements, their foundation automatically peaks, launching them directly into the F+ rank.

For ordinary beginners who fail to complete these steps, they are completely barred from using elemental magic, leaving them only capable of manipulating raw, unaligned cosmic energy to manifest weak, non-elemental utility spells.

But what truly caught Aeon’s attention at the bottom of the interface was his updated combat destructive capability: 20 Stars.

In the historical records of the universe, a peak-tier mortal cultivator sitting at the absolute apex of the EX-rank could only manage to destroy a maximum of 5 to 7 stars at their absolute best—a limit that depended heavily on their innate talents, secret techniques, or ancestral racial traits.

Yet Aeon, while remaining at the absolute lowest F+ rank baseline of cultivation, commanded the raw power to cleanly destroy 20 burning stars in a single, unmitigated attack.

It was a statistical anomaly that was completely unheard of in the annals of history. What was even more staggering was the absolute volume of compressed energy he currently held inside both his heart and dantian cores; the sheer capacity of his dual-core system was dense enough to reduce any standard EX-rank powerhouse into absolute nothingness.

"To be fully capable of erasing 20 stars from the cosmos in a single attack... that is truly amazing," Aeon murmured, his eyes narrowing as he questioned his system. "System, does this mean if I unleash my absolute maximum output and go completely all out, the exact limit of my destruction will be pinned at exactly 20 stars?"

[Yes, Master. Your unsealed baseline output is currently capped at 20 stars. However, this calculation reflects your raw physical, energy, techniques or any abilities you have alone; it does not factor in boost multipliers from equipments or weapons.]

Aeon nodded slowly, absorbing the confirmation before rising to his feet and executing a few casual physical stretches to shake off the stiffness of his long meditation.

He then glanced at the floating question marks still blanking out his race, bloodline, and physique panels before letting out a soft sigh.

He intentionally chose not to designate official names for them just yet. He knew with absolute certainty that as his journey progressed, he would inevitably acquire entirely different racial bloodlines and legendary physiques.

Eventually, his existence would undergo subsequent mass evolutions, and he wanted to save the naming right for a final, absolute title that truly deserved his existence.

With a simple, focused thought, his silhouette vanished from the golden sea, teleporting instantly across dimensions to land cleanly within an isolated training world to field-test his newly awakened magic.

Whoosh!

Aeon materialized in the center of a wide, vibrant grassland plain, his handsome face completely lined with a mixture of intense excitement and anticipation. For a modern person originating from a plain, corporate Earth, the concept of magic had always been nothing more than a fictional fantasy or an old stage trick.

A brilliant smile broke across his features as he snapped his fingers, speaking the single classic phrase he had always wanted to say.

"Fireball."

Snap!

The exact millisecond his fingers clicked, a roaring sphere of flame materialized out of thin air, suspending itself perfectly in mid-space directly in front of him.

A wide grin spread across his face as the spell stabilized. In reality, given his absolute mastery over the Arcane Path and his deep, instinctual connection to the elements, it was completely unnecessary for him to utilize vocal enchantments or say words aloud to cast a spell. He could manifest cataclysmic magic with a mere thought.

But as he examined the floating sphere, he noticed a striking anomaly. Instead of burning with the standard, yellow-red coloration of a normal beginner’s spell, the fireball was composed of a pure, incandescent white flame, radiating a blistering, heavy heat wave that made the surrounding air warp and ripple.

"Hmm. The coloration is entirely different," Aeon said, tracking the energy flow. "This intensity must be the direct result of my Infinite-rank affinities related to the flame element, such as Sun, Yang, and Fire—coupled with the absolute magical connection I gained from the improved physique i got from Alex’s physique, [Infinite Arcane Dao Physique]."

He raised his hand, guiding the floating sphere. "Witnessing how a basic, low-rank utility spell can display this level of raw thermal intensity is ridiculous. It’s because of this combined, multi-layered energy I’m using from all sixteen of my affinities simultaneously."

Following his recent evolution, Aeon was no longer restricted to using only standard cosmic energy or the deep purple-black primordial void energy.

With his unsealed access to sixteen distinct Infinite-rank affinities, he was fully capable of tapping into their individual primordial energy at will. It felt like absolute he had control and connection to them as he always had them.

When unleashed simultaneously, those diverse elemental forces naturally coalesced into a magnificent, multi-colored cosmic energy. Yet, his control remained absolute. He could effortlessly switch his output to any singular energy he desired. Whether it was pure, unaligned cosmic energy or raw primordial lightning energy—at any given microsecond.

Shaking his head to clear his wandering thoughts, Aeon focused his attention entirely on practicing his spellcraft. With a sharp flick of his mind, he launched the white fireball forward.

The roaring sphere crossed the plain in a flash, landing squarely against the base of a massive mountain peak a few kilometers away.

Whoosh! Buum! Boooom!

The localized space violently detonated. The sheer, concentrated thermal pressure of the white flame completely atomized almost the entirety of the mountain peak, launching massive shattered fragments of reinforced stone across the atmosphere while the remaining base of the mountain instantly melted down into a smooth, glowing pool of volcanic glass.

Although the shockwave wasn’t quite as vacuum-sealed as the miniature black hole he had previously generated using pure Void energy, the raw, explosive destruction was still utterly terrifying for what was supposed to be a basic, low-grade introductory spell.

He didn’t even have to imagine what would happen if he channeled a larger reservoir of energy into a mid-tier or advanced spells, because he immediately began executing them.

Refusing to skip steps, he chose not to jump straight into high-level forbidden spells, remaining focused on experimenting with low-level spells first to master his micro-control.

Lightning spear, ice lance, wind blades, lava burst.....

Spell after spell, the elements answered his call like loyal subjects. For three continuous hours of internal time, he unleashed a non-stop, cataclysmic barrage of low, mid, and high-level spell matrices across the training plane.

The overwhelming pressure of his rapid-fire testing completely reshaped the landscape, accidentally vaporizing several localized planetary bodies and distant stars within the sector during the process.

He even fluidly engineered entirely new custom spells mid-attack, his Infinite Deduction mapping out and optimizing advanced magical formulas on the fly.

Having thoroughly anchored his magic experiment, Aeon finally brought his destructive spellcraft session to a halt. With a quiet thought, his physical form vanished from the devastated training planet, teleporting seamlessly back to his cross-legged position over the golden waves of the golden ocean world.

He still had one final task to complete before his mortal foundation could achieve perfection. It was time to face the most mysterious, ancient, and notoriously dangerous path of them all.

A dark, intensely focused excitement laced his tone as he closed his eyes, his voice a low rumble over the golden waves.

"It’s soul time."

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