[ssage Sent.]
After informing Klea, Rosia, and Morgana of his situation, Ery remained alone within the Chamber of the Stellar Beast Emperor.
The heavy stone door sealed shut behind him and whatever skepticism he had bore about learning an Emperor-level inheritance faded beneath the quiet authority of the mont. Xernas had been clear: the Beast Emperor wished to see how much Ery could truly grasp.
This was not optional learning.
It was evaluation.
Without allowing himself further hesitation, Ery set aside all other concerns and began his seven-day training within the Supre Chamber.
The room was hexagonal, carved from dark stone that absorbed light rather than reflected it. Six massive stone panels ford the enclosing walls, each one covered from floor to ceiling in dense inscriptions. The characters were ancient, they curved and intersected in patterns that seed both organic and mathematical, like constellations captured in stone.
The universal translator rendered the surface aning into his consciousness word by word, yet translation alone was insufficient.
The real difficulty lay beneath the language.
Each stroke carried weight.
These were not re instructions carved into rock; they were fragnts of the Beast Emperor's own comprehension, preserved within structure and rhythm. Compared to studying written manuals, this chamber offered sothing far more direct-it transmitted the resonance of a Supre's understanding.
Six elevated stone tablets arranged in a circular formation. Each corresponded to one stage of the Stellar Beast Emperor's inheritance.
Ery stepped toward the first.
Thirteen vertical lines of inscription comprised the opening form.
He began reading carefully.
Hours passed.
By the ti he reached the third line, his mind felt strained. He had translated the structure. He understood the phrasing.
But there was nothing beyond the surface.
No vision.
No echo of law.
The chamber remained silent.
Ery exhaled slowly, frustration creeping into his voice. "This isn't working... sothing is wrong."
Every hour inside this chamber was precious. Even with disciple privileges, the opportunity itself was rare. He could not afford to spend days simply deciphering words without gaining insight.
His thoughts sharpened.
After a brief pause, he summoned his Light Avatar.
The luminous figure erged within his inner domain and synchronized perception through their shared soul link. Instantly, Ery felt the effect. His analytical clarity sharpened.
His speed improved dramatically-at least fifty percent faster.
Without hesitation, he extended his consciousness through the Khaos Gate and recalled his Dark Avatar, who had only recently arrived at Dawnstar.
The Dark Avatar was openly annoyed, as if his holiday had just been cut short.
Within monts, all three aspects of himself were engaged in collective study. The progress accelerated.
It still took nearly an entire day for the trio to fully interpret all thirteen lines of the first stage, but eventually the structure crystallized within his mind.
The First Form of the Stellar Beast Emperor's legacy.
[Star-Rending Claw]
It was a pure offensive strike-direct, brutal, and absolute. Classified as a Tier 8, Divine-rank technique, it did not rely on complex formations or layered spell constructs. Instead, it condensed primal lineage energy into a single, devastating release capable of tearing through both physical matter and spiritual defense.
The structure alone stirred genuine excitent in Ery. There was a raw purity to it, a refined brutality that embodied the authority of a true apex predator.
And yet-
It remained incomplete.
Although he could now translate every line into aning, visualize the posture, and reconstruct the intended circulation pattern, there was no resonance behind it. No surge of insight. No spontaneous vision of the Emperor's original execution.
One full day had passed, and his progress felt shallow.
Ery closed his eyes briefly, reassessing. Despite standing only at the Second Cosmos Realm, he had never doubted the strength of his soul.
The problem was not capacity.
It was absence.
He lacked the Law of Beast entirely.
He frowned, mind turning rapidly.
"My new Master would not have allowed into this chamber if the Law of Beast were an absolute barrier," he murmured under his breath. "There must be
a way to bridge it."
Then clarity struck.
Within his inner domain, the Star Devouring Beast slept.
It was not rely a bloodline imprint; it was a living inheritance of primordial
authority.
"That's it."
He summoned his Dark Avatar once more and delivered a decisive command: possess the Star Devouring Beast, just as he had during primal transformations.
The Dark Avatar rged into the colossal creature's consciousness, and imdiately the domain responded. Massive golden eyes opened slowly,
ancient and predatory.
Through the beast's perception, the Dark Avatar turned again toward the
engraved walls of the chamber.
Gradually, the inscriptions began to pulsed with rhythm. Each stroke carried a weight that felt instinctive rather than conceptual,
Without warning, a vision erupted.
A roar shattered the sky.
A single claw descended.
Mountains crumbled into dust.
Seas recoiled under violent shockwaves.
A planet's crust split apart beneath the force of a single, overwhelming strike.
Ery tore himself free from the vision, his breathing heavier than before. At the sa mont, he felt sothing subtle shift within his soul.
A fragnt of the Law
[Soul Power Increased]
The gain was undeniable, but small-far too small to justify the rarity of this
opportunity.
Ery stood in the center of the hexagonal chamber, breathing slowly as he weighed his next move.
What he had done so far was indirect.
The Dark Avatar had acted as a bridge, filtering the beast's perception through
a layer of separation. It had granted him fragnts of insight-but only
fragnts.
If he wanted more, he would have to take a greater risk.
Without further hesitation, Ery withdrew the Dark Avatar entirely.
Then, instead he sent his true soul.
His consciousness plunged directly into the Star Devouring Beast's mind.
The mont of entry was chaotic.
The beast's primordial awareness surged violently against him, a tidal wave of instinct and ancient hunger threatening to drown his sense of self. For several seconds, his thoughts fractured under the pressure. His heightened ntal strength help preventing complete collapse.
He anchored himself.
He aligned with it.
Minutes passed in volatile instability before equilibrium began to form. The Star Devouring Beast no longer regarded him as an intruder, nor as a controller
-but as an extension.
Synergy was established.
Then-
Through the beast's eyes, the chamber transford.
The stone inscriptions blazed.
Each carved marking glead with living authority. What had once appeared as
structured language now revealed layered dominion. The thirteen lines of the First Form were no longer instructions-they were imprints of lineage power, each stroke carrying the right to command primal essence itself.
It resonated.
This was the way.
He carried the awakened imprint of a Stellar Beast. At its higher tiers, it
governed dominion over primal essence-the authority of bloodline that allign with the law of the Beast.
Through the beast's perception, he sensed it. The first stirrings of that
authority.
Ery fell into imdiate trance.
Ti dissolved.
Hours passed unnoticed. Then days.
With assistance of both Avatars, Ery absorbed the inheritance at much faster pace. The First Form-Star-Rending Claw-no longer existed as theory. He reviewed it repeatedly, cycling the flow within the beast's consciousness,
then mirroring it within his own soul.
By the end of the sixth day, he had grasped the complete aning behind the
First Form. Though full consolidation into his physique would require real refinent, the core comprehension was etched into his spirit.
On the final day, Ery reluctantly withdrew from the deep trance.
He shifted his attention to the remaining stone tablets.
The Second Form revealed itself as an internal cultivation thod, the Third
Form was physique refinent. Both were divine-grade in depth.
Both were monuntal in scope.
However, when he turned toward the fourth, fifth, and sixth tablets, their inscriptions remained dim. No matter how he adjusted his perception, the deeper layers would not reveal themselves. It beca clear that he had reached
a boundary-likely gated behind the first three forms.
He did not force it.
He morized what he could and withdrew.
[Your ti is up.]
The glow faded from the chamber walls. The oppressive pressure receded.
Ery stood silently for a mont, then allowed his consciousness to return fully to his physical body.
He did not request an audience with the Beast Emperor.
Not yet,
Instead, the mont he reawakened in the real world, he imdiately entered
closed-door cultivation.
The inheritance had been planted. Now it required forging into reality.
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