In that instant, Ace’s aura beca paradoxical—calm, commanding, devouring, and endlessly adaptive all at once.
"So, this is Lust... the root of all yearning," He murmured softly. "It isn’t just desire of flesh—it’s the desire to fill emptiness. The hunger that births creation and ironically...destruction."
The illusions flickered as cracks spread through them, but the trial wasn’t done yet.
The four won rged, transforming into a radiant being—half angel, half abyssal goddess—whose presence caused even the fabric of law to hum.
The entity smiled gently and said in a tone filled with intoxicating charm, "You can’t kill what you desire, for you are desire."
However, this ti, Ace didn’t fall for it. He closed his eyes, then opened them, a faint smile tugging on his lip as he replied with a sneer, "Then I’ll steal it too..."
Almost instantly, his aura surged. The Law of Sin roared, and new comprehension dawned.
The Law of Lust revealed its three mystic abilities before him, like blooming lotus petals of carnal light.
The first mystic ability was Desire Resonance, which converts any emotional or spiritual desire directed toward oneself into raw power, feeding on attraction, admiration, or obsession.
The second mystic ability was Heart Seduction, which forces a target’s soul into a state of emotional resonance, reflecting their truest desire back at them, ensnaring mind and intent.
Last but not least, the third mystic ability, Nevermore Yearning, which creates a domain where all desire, including love, hate, greed, or passion, collapses into pure energy that obeys the caster’s will, annihilating illusions, bindings, or corruption.
The mont these truths solidified, Ace’s body shuddered as his aura intertwined with the Law of Lust. The four previous sins bent instinctively to make room for this fifth sin.
He opened his eyes again—utterly serene.
"Lust creates attachnt," He whispered. "But I... am beyond attachnt."
He raised his hand, and without wasting any ti, he muttered, "Nevermore Yearning!"
A ripple of blinding crimson-pink light expanded outward, pure and paradoxical.
Every illusion, every seductive projection, shattered like glass. The entity of desire scread, dissolving into shimring motes that turned into threads of law and rged into Ace’s soul.
The next mont, the world shattered!
When his senses cleared, he stood once again before the seven pillars. The fifth, Lust’s pillar, was now dimd, its energy seemingly absorbed completely.
Ace exhaled slowly, the aftertaste of warmth still lingering faintly in his mind. Yet, his expression was composed and slightly detached.
Within his inner world, five colored stars now rotated in perfect rhythm—violet, gold, crimson, green, and pink—forming a pentagram.
At that mont, he whispered softly, "Sloth restrains, Pride commands, Wrath destroys, Envy adapts... and Lust fuels all creation."
The mont Ace’s words faded into the void, the ashen pillar trembled violently. A surge of distorted energy rippled outward, unlike anything before.
The five dimd pillars behind him flickered faintly in response—as if warning him that what awaited within this sixth sin was sothing far beyond the previous five.
This made Ace slightly astounded because it was the first ti he received such a reaction, but it was just the start!
The next mont, the ashen light pulsed once, then twice, before erupting. A sound echoed across the obsidian plain; a cacophony of whispers, screams, and laughter all layered together.
The world quaked as black-silver mist surged forth, spiraling upward like a devouring vortex that swallowed even the reflection of the sky.
Ace’s eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered while sensing a very familiar sensation and intent, "So this is the trial of...Greed!"
The ground beneath him fractured as that sa abyssal mist coiled around his feet like serpents of shadow, and without warning, dragged him downward.
When the darkness lifted, Ace found himself standing on an inverted world.
Black mountains hung upside down in the void above him, dripping liquid shadow. Rivers of molten silver flowed upward, defying gravity.
Countless treasure-laden palaces, each floating midair, shimred with radiant spiritual light—mountains of artifacts, spiritual treasures...anything that he could dream of was there and even more so!
It was a world that scread of excess—a paradise built from hoarded miracles. Yet Ace felt that everything was hollow.
The treasures emitted light, but no warmth. The air shimred with power, but no life. The Law of Sin that filled this realm was heavy and suffocating like a black hole of craving.
Then, a voice echoed through the still air, deeper, older, and infinitely greedy. "Everything that exists... belongs to ."
Ace turned, and his gaze fell upon a colossal figure rising from beneath the silver rivers, a monstrous silhouette clad in endless chains made of pure law essence.
Its form shifted constantly. One mont humanoid, the next serpentine, then demonic, then celestial. Its countless eyes burned with golden-black hunger.
Its presence was oppressive, its aura boundless—it was the Embodint of Greed itself!
The creature’s voice resonated like grinding stone, "You have tasted desire, wrath, pride, envy, and lust. Yet all of them lead to . I am the end of craving, the devourer of all purpose!"
However, Ace didn’t panic this ti, and instead, his lips curved faintly, "I’m very familiar with greed since I often use it against my victims, and I’m also a victim of it. I considered greed as part of myself, I accept it, and acknowledged its allure!"
The being seed slightly surprised before all of a sudden, laughter bood, shaking the realm, "Hahahaha...you say you are familiar with greed? But what if I told you that YOU are Greed—every breath you take, every law you covet is because of Greed! For that, you shall abandon everything that is not greed and beco part of Greed as its loyal thrall!"
The instant those words fell, the treasures floating around him began to disintegrate into glowing motes of essence. Each mote darted toward him like fireflies, as if wanting to embed themselves in his body!
However, Ace didn’t resist as he already knew that all of these trials were about accepting the sins and experiencing the worst of them to comprehend their true essence.
As those treasures embedded in his body, he felt power...endless raw power!
It filled him—limitless spirit force, profound law energy, boundless vitality. His cultivation seed to be surging past every known boundary, past even the King Realm, into realms that mortal comprehension couldn’t even define.
He even felt omnipotent, but then ca the whisper, "More!"
The illusion of power turned into thirst. The light beca pain. The energy devoured itself, collapsing inward, dragging his will along with it.
Ace’s body trembled violently as he realized—the more he consud, the emptier he beca.
This was Greed’s true nature: a hunger that fed on fulfillnt!
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