Cain stared at Ao and Aioro and perford a deep bow of gratitude. "I greatly appreciate this. It is simply perfect."
And it truly was. The inheritance was invaluable-an unexpected boon that significantly increased their chances of success once the invasion of the Heart of the Root began.
"We are here to help," Ao replied, clasping his hands before bowing in return. "If you win, we win."
Aioro followed the gesture of his elder, bowing slowly. His red eyes carried a aningful light as he spoke. "If you succeed, great rewards shall await you once you return to the world."
Cain studied the Empyrean World Will for a mont before nodding. He did not pry into further details. Whatever Aioro ant, he would learn in ti. With their task completed, the old man and the young child faded away, leaving Cain alone once more.
There was no room for hesitation. Cain closed his eyes, drew in a steady breath, and began familiarizing his soul and mind with the principles of the Doomsday Art. Because the thod was surprisingly direct in its chanisms, it did not take him long to fully understand how to initiate.
"Given that my body has already reached the Early Alpha-Oga Overgod Rank, a single Rebirth Cycle should be enough to reach the First Level," he murmured to himself. "My physical strength will remain about the sa, but my soul will gain a new shield-one I desperately need. I can't afford to let that head knock
unconscious again."
Once his thoughts settled and his mind was clear, Cain unleashed his Ego Wave and psychic power, forming an energy cocoon around his body. The mont the cocoon sealed shut, he began the process of destroying himself from within, exactly as dictated by the Doomsday Art.
Even without reinforcing his defenses, Cain's resilience was overwhelming. Breaking his body apart proved difficult, almost tedious. Fortunately, he had prepared for this. By detonating an Endsphere inside his own body, the internal shockwave magnified dramatically, allowing him to shatter limbs and split his chest open. It was a grueso sight-Cain's arms, head, and torso drifting apart inside the pulsating cocoon-yet thanks to the unique design of the Doomsday Art, he remained conscious throughout the entire ordeal. Once the cohesion of his physical form was broken, he could more easily manipulate his Laws and Star Power to complete the process. His body parts cracked, warped, and disintegrated. Bone dust dissolved into particles. Muscles and divine cells unraveled into threads of energy. Even his astral marrow broke apart. The more destruction he inflicted, the more pressure his mind endured. His consciousness shook under the strain, and he could feel his life force growing increasingly unstable.
A normal cultivator-even one talented and possessing a firm foundation-would have every reason to panic. At this stage, a single misstep could lead to total collapse. But Cain felt no fear.
Even with his body shattered into fragnts and drifting like a field of broken stars, the Samsara Runic Set still protected his life force and soul force.
Seventy-five hours passed in constant grinding destruction. By the end, every piece of Cain's physical form had been reduced to the molecular level. Even blood cells broke apart into primordial essence. The only components left intact within the cocoon were his Evolution Core, his Rebirth Heart, and the Soul Dinsion. Everything else had beco a swirling ocean of raw, formless matter.
After confirming that the destruction had reached its absolute limit, Cain channeled the life force of the Everstrife Empyrean World. The power surged like a golden tide. Vast streams of radiant vitality and overwhelming energy shot across continents, through sky and earth alike, converging upon the Scarlet Crown.
The cocoon blood with light as that imnse flow of vitality and energy rushed inside, nurturing the primordial soup that had beco Cain's body
Where destruction required seventy-five hours, restoration demanded only seven.
In those seven hours, Cain's body reford piece by piece-cell by cell-into a form stronger and more refined than before. When he finally stood within the cocoon once more, whole and complete, a wave of power exploded outward.
It wasn't just physical might. His soul surged, fortified by a new protective matrix woven into his flesh and blood. Any attack aid at his spirit would now be intercepted before coming close to his Soul Dinsion.
Cain clenched his fists, feeling the renewed vitality coursing through him. A faint smile tugged at his lips. Satisfied with the results, he nodded and vanished into the void, crossing the portal to the Golden Hall in the next heartbeat.
The mont the Scarlet King's aura swept across the Golden Hall, all eyes snapped toward him. Cipher, Amara, Arkam, Zephirax, and Uriel had not left the hall, still awaiting his return. They wished to understand what had happened within the Heart of the Root as soon as possible. A few days of waiting ant little to beings of their level.
The Scarlet King sensed countless gazes but did not falter. Maintaining a composed yet commanding presence, he walked toward the center of the commanding hall and took his seat. Cain spoke no imposing words, issued no demands, and offered no imdiate explanations. He simply sat.
Silence fell like a shroud.
Monts later, the rest of the supre powerhouses of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe appeared. Anark sat beside Cain, hist expression filled with questions-questions he did not voice. Unlike Cipher and the others, he did not require answers. He rely stood
with the Scarlet King as a solid, unshakable force.
Cipher, Amara, and the rest of the super powerhouses took their seats
as well. None dared to interrupt the silence. Once, they may have held confidence in their own strength despite knowing Cain and Anark surpassed them. But after seeing the Heart of the Root shake like a fragile egg, that confidence was gone.
The Scarlet King had beco an enigma, one wrapped in secrets none of them dared to challenge, so no matter what they felt, they would show respect.
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