Chapter 37: The Perfect Soul

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: The Perfect Soul

After two consecutive months of agonizing torture, where his Soul Core and his newly manifested Infant Soul dragon body were destroyed and re-created millions of times, the apocalyptic loop finally came to a definitive end.

Deep within the blue horizon of his Sea of Consciousness, Aeon hovered in his Infant Soul dragon form, now standing at roughly 80 centimeters tall.

Although his transparent draconic soul footprint hadn’t physically increased in size, its structural composition looked entirely different.

Instead of remaining completely see-through, his form had become significantly less transparent. The ethereal draconic lines were densely packed, appearing as though his Infant Soul was aggressively crossing the boundary to become a real, physical entity inside his mind.

Furthermore, his dragon soul body now bore the exact same intricate, glowing black runic tattoos that were mapped across his physical body, pulsing rhythmically as they emitted thick waves of raw energy.

Aeon snapped his eyes open, his newly manifested draconic pupils burning with two glowing cosmic spectrums.

Letting out a long, sweeping sigh of profound relief, a cloud of multi-colored smoke rolled out from his draconic jaw. "That was easily the absolute peak of torture," Aeon muttered to himself, a dry chuckle echoing within his mind. "At this rate, I’m genuinely worried I might end up developing into a complete masochist."

Moving past the joke, he focused his awareness inward to inspect the spatial changes surrounding his soul core.

As he had expected, his Soul Core had undergone the exact same structural mutation as his other two cores, fully evolving into a colossal, swirling black hole.

Under the normal rules of cultivation, it should have been impossible for his small, 80-centimeter soul dragon form to contain the terrifying gravity and size of a huge black hole without exploding.

However, the black hole actually anchored its own isolated pockets of dimensional space inside his forehead, mirroring the behavior of his lower dantian and heart cores.

Activating his internal inspection technique, Aeon closely monitored the energy inside the new core.

What deeply amazed him was the way his pure Spiritual Energy and the distinct primordial energies of his sixteen affinities had completely fused together, seamlessly blending into a singular energy.

He decided to officially name this unique composite energy Primordial Spirit Energy. It was an unprecedented, flawless synthesis of primordial elemental energies and pure peak tier spiritual energy.

He couldn’t wait to test in order to see exactly how devastating its destructive and mental power would be in battle.

Following ten minutes of meticulous checks to verify that everything were in perfect condition, Aeon decided it was time to officially review his updated ranking within the Spiritual Path.

Because his radical methods and the massive volume of energy packed into his three black hole cores defied all traditional laws of the universe, it was virtually impossible for him to manually estimate his active rank through standard logic.

He will always need the system interface to display his exact rank.

With a quick thought, he called out his parameters. ’Status.’

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

[ Name: Aeon Astaraeas ]

[ Title: The Progenitor ]

[ Race: ??????? ]

[ Cultivation Rank:

Warrior:(F+)

Arcane: (F+)

Spiritual: (F+)]

[ 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: 30 stars]

He had officially crossed the final threshold, successfully reaching the peak of the F+ rank across all three paths simultaneously.

Furthermore, his unsealed combat destructive power had jumped up by an additional ten stars, locking his maximum compat power and destructivness at a staggering 30 Stars.

In a massive universe where the most legendary, ancient EX-rank powerhouses could barely unleash enough raw energy to crack a maximum of 10 burning stars, a ten-year old child holding a 30-star destructive baseline was nothing short of an absolute, unmoveable monster masquerading in a young dragon form.

Reviewing the ridiculous parameters on the screen, Aeon smiled happily and dismissed the panel with a thought.

He then prepared to open his physical body’s eyes. The moment his eyelids slid open back in the real world, a bizarre sensory phenomenon hit his mind

He felt as though he suddenly commanded four separate eyes. His physical eyes were perfectly tracking the golden horizon of the ocean world around his body, while his spiritual eyes from his Infant Soul dragon body remained completely open inside his head, tracking every micro-movement inside his Sea of Consciousness.

Although the dual visual input felt slightly disorienting and uncomfortable for the first few seconds, his Infinite Adaptation allowed him to perfectly adapt immediately to the four-way perception within moments.

Smoothly rising to his feet, he shifted his center of gravity to test the baseline power of his newly awakened spiritual abilities.

Whoosh!

In a flash, Aeon vanished from the Golden Ocean planet, teleporting instantly across dimensions to materialize in the center of an isolated training world.

Once he stabilized his footing on the plain, he resolved to test the most common, fundamental ability wielded by basic Soul cultivators.

Telekinesis. By channeling raw Spiritual Energy into the surrounding environment, a practitioner could exert absolute physical control over any living or non-living matter within their range, manipulating the targets in any direction as if an invisible hand were holding them.

Focusing his intent, Aeon activated the ability. His cosmic eyes flared with a faint light as he designated a massive tree situated a few meters away as his first target.

Whooosh!

Instantly, the entire tree was violently uprooted from the soil without encountering a single shred of physical resistance. It floated steadily above the grass, suspended perfectly in mid-air by the invisible grip of his mind.

Aeon didn’t even have to lift a single finger, gesture with his arms, or shift his posture to maintain the connection. With a simple, casual thought, he guided the floating tree through the air, darting it in different directions and angles with absolute, weightless ease.

He then concentrated his will as the floating tree rapidly twisted and compressed inward until it violently popped apart, its fibers forcefully splintered and reshaped into hundreds of razor-sharp, wooden spikes.

Crunch! Snap! Splinter!

With a final mental flick, he launched the mass of wooden projectiles forward, targeting another tree down the plain.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Booooom!

The concussive force completely leveled the target area. But Aeon didn’t stop there. Shifting his gaze further down the horizon, he targeted a massive, towering mountain peak.

In the very next second, he cleanly lifted the entire mountain mass straight into the sky using nothing but his raw telekinetic grip.

Controlling the mountain’s trajectory effortlessly, he crushed the colossal stone framework into separate, jagged chunks before perfectly shaping the debris into millions of dense stone spikes that hovered across the atmosphere.

For a traditional F+ rank Soul Master in the known worlds, attempting to manipulate millions of autonomous objects simultaneously was a mathematical impossibility.

A standard peak F+ rank could, at their best, manage to lift maybe three large, building-sized structures, but their control was strictly limited to around 10 individual objects depending entirely on their total mass. The heavier the object, the less they can lift.

Yet Aeon could effortlessly command millions of distinct stone projectiles at a single time with zero cognitive strain.

In fact, if he chose to his maximum telekinetic capacity allowed him to control up to 10 actual burning stars simultaneously.

For the next three hours of internal time, Aeon aggressively experimented with the entire spectrum of foundational soul techniques available to his path. Some of the tests required soul arts, while others relied purely on his Primordial Spirit Energy.

He initiated telepathic communication links, using Ella the archivist as his practice partner across dimensions. He cast intricate, unnoticeable spiritual illusions.

And he practiced soul manipulation using the wild creatures roaming specific sectors of his domain as test subjects. He ran through advanced mind arts, mental suggestions, and long-range soul detections.

The field results were thoroughly magnificent. Every single technique he executed performed with exponentially greater potency and flawless efficiency because his baseline energy source relied on the hyper-compressed Primordial Spirit Energy and how he cultivated tge F-rank of SpiritualPath.

He briefly attempted to run a few basic Soul arts using only spiritual energy, but the resulting outcome was miles away from the devastating impact of his Primordial Spirit Energy.

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Following the conclusion of his frantic, highly destructive training experiment, Aeon returned to his golden ocean world.

He snapped his fingers, and a massive wooden table packed with a fresh, steaming spread of delicious luxury dishes materialized directly in front of his posture.

Without waiting a single second, he sat down and began digging into the food to replenish his humger.

Whenever he felt a trace of thirst during the meal, he casually reached out a cup, drawing a stream of liquid gold straight from the Ocean of Eternal Genesis to drink.

If any cultivator or ancient beings in the outside universe ever discovered that this kid was casually using an Origin, reality-breaking elixir as basic table water, they would have literally died of absolute, burning envy and pure rage on the spot.

Once he finished eating, Aeon dismissed the table with a quick thought, dropping back into a serious, reflective posture as he mapped out his long-term schedule.

"Now that this phase is fully wrapped up, the baseline foundations of my paths are completely anchored," Aeon murmured, a confident, grin spreading across his face as he tightened his fists.

"The roadmap ahead is perfectly clear. I will continue the exact same grinding sequence. Cultivating through the E-rank of the Warrior Path first, then matching that progress on the Arcane Path, and finally catching up on the Spiritual Path. I will perfect every single stage in that precise order."

He paused for a brief moment, his cosmic eyes flashing with absolute, unyielding ambition as he looked out across his boundless domain.

"Alright, then. I guess it’s official grinding time."

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#N/A: I am terrible sorry for the late Chapter. Today something is wrong with electricity as it going on and off. It just came back on.

I hope you will enjoy the story.