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At that moment,
His soul started thumping.
the pounding in his soul intensified until it felt like a thunderous hammer striking against the very core of his being. A severe headache tore through his mind, forcing him to clutch his head in sheer agony. His fingers dug into his temples as though he could hold his skull together, but the pain was unrelenting, endless, and merciless. It was the type of pain that did not belong to the physical body but to something deeper—his very essence.
As he writhed under the torment, a sudden phenomenon unfolded before him. From the very air, a holographic and illusionary void gateway emerged. Its surface flickered dimly, the lights unstable, faltering like a dying flame, as though it were not yet ready to be used. It appeared broken, imperfect, and unreliable. Yet in that instant, he knew there was no other choice. Either step forward or let his soul be torn apart entirely. With no time to hesitate, he made his decision.
Drawing in a ragged breath, he lifted one trembling foot and stepped forward. In that single step, the void gateway pulled him in, and his figure disappeared.
The gateway trembled violently in response, sending out faint and soft ripples across the surrounding emptiness. It seemed to resist, to hold on with all its might, until finally, it shuddered one last time and dissolved into nothingness.
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Within the Boundless Soul
He reappeared, but not in the world he had left behind. Instead, he stood within the immeasurable expanse of his boundless soul.
Before him, four radiant and blinding lights spread out, each from a different direction, their brilliance so intense it was almost unbearable. Yet, to him, their glow did not repel. Instead, they welcomed him, drawing him forward with a sense of belonging.
He turned slowly, gazing across this strange and endless landscape. The entire place was infinite, a vast canvas of chaotic currents and swirling air, yet despite the lack of roads or markers, he instinctively knew the path he needed to take. As though this world had always been his home, he navigated it as easily as knowing the back of his hand.
Taking one deliberate step, his figure vanished into the surrounding chaos. The currents twisted and surged, but in the next instant, he reappeared before a colossal ring of light.
His breath caught in his throat.
The structure before him was beyond comprehension. A huge circular mass of light particles condensed into a radiant, pulsating core. Around it, like a celestial belt, a vast wheel of light rotated slowly, its movement steady yet unfathomably grand. The scale of it dwarfed him to the point of insignificance.
How could such a thing exist? The mass of light was superhuge, an impossible gathering of energy that seemed to defy every law of nature he had ever known. The rotating wheel encircling it was even more breathtaking—an eternal, boundless construct, radiating endless strength and mystery. Standing before it, he felt smaller than dust, smaller even than a shadow. He was nothing compared to that infinite brilliance.
Yet, from deep within, he perceived the truth. He could not approach the central mass itself, but he could remain within the boundary of the circling wheel of light. This was permitted, a rule etched into his soul.
The wheel responded. As soon as he stepped forward, the lights parted, opening a path for him. Immediately, he found himself standing inside a vast space that stretched on without end. The air here was youthful, brimming with raw energy, yet somehow still incomplete, still maturing.
And then it came.
A massive current of energy descended, infinite in scale, crashing down like the will of the heavens themselves. It solidified the entire wheel of light, binding it together with a force so overwhelming it made even the luminous mass at the center tremble.
He felt it—an unstoppable tide rushing toward him.
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Memory threads:-
Without hesitation, he crossed his legs and sat down, suspending himself in the very air of this soul-realm. He levitated effortlessly, as though the fabric of this reality itself obeyed his will. Here, everything was bound to his rule. Even in the outside world, such acts were not impossible, but here, it was as natural as breathing.
And then—
BOOM!
A thunderous roar resounded in his mind, and like a dam bursting, memories surged forth. They crashed into him in tidal waves, violent yet invigorating, flooding every corner of his consciousness.
He gasped, his heart racing, each beat thundering in his chest. His eyes widened as fragments of truth, secrets of power, and knowledge of ancient origin carved themselves into his soul.
Joy and disbelief warred within him. His lips trembled, and he muttered to himself in awe:
"Can humans… be that strong?"
He could hardly comprehend the enormity of what he was witnessing. "And this… this is only the information from the soul rings I have formed this time…"
The knowledge revealed itself in clear, undeniable form:
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Soul Paths Obtained:
>Martial Soul Path - Originating from the Primordial Demon Suppressing Cauldron.
>Immortality Soul Path - Derived from the Creation Mountain, faintly resonating with the Law of Creation.
>Faith Soul Path - Born from the Doom Synchronizing Altar.
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Laws Devoured:
Space Law- From the Void Space Stone.
Metallic Law - From the Dark Ore.
Magnetic/Gravitational Law- Intertwined from both the Cauldron and the Altar.
Faint Creation Law - Rooted in the Mountain.
Law of Destruction -From the Broken Sword.
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Total Laws devoured/Comprehended: 6
Result: Acquisition of the Supreme Primordial Physiques corresponding to all the devoured laws.
Final Integration: The unification of every physique into one supreme form.
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As the revelations engraved themselves into his mind, his body trembled. The vast influx of power and transformation was not without cost.
A piercing howl erupted from his throat, echoing through the boundless soul domain. His entire being began to tear apart—not his flesh, but his essence, his very core. Every fiber, every particle of his existence was being dismantled, broken down into nothingness, only to be rebuilt anew.
The pain was indescribable. It transcended torture, a level of suffering that no mortal body or spirit was ever meant to endure. His cells cracked and reformed, his soul split and remolded, his consciousness twisted under pressure that felt like the crushing of universes.
He screamed again, his voice raw and unrecognizable. His limbs flailed before collapsing inward as if he were melting into the fabric of existence itself. Yet despite the agony, there was no despair in his heart. There was only the knowledge that this torment was the price—the price for evolution, the price for becoming something beyond human.
Time lost meaning. Each second stretched into eternities, each wave of pain sharper than the last, each reconstruction stronger, denser, more profound. His mind teetered on the edge of madness, but his will held firm.
When at last the storm began to subside, what remained was not the same being who had entered.
From the ruins of his shattered self, a new form emerged—refined, strengthened, transformed. His soul was radiant, his essence harmonious with the laws he had devoured. The integrated physique pulsed with primordial might, a fusion of all powers, balanced and supreme.
Slowly, his ragged breathing steadied. The pain faded, replaced by a deep, unshakable calm. He hovered there, suspended in the infinite wheel of light, his eyes glowing faintly with unimaginable depth.
For the first time, he understood.
This was not the end. It was the true begin
ning.
At this moment another memory threads
Surged in like tidal wave.
Far more overbearing and domineering this time.