"If I reinforce my defenses with my own energy, the Light of the Flow, and the power of Resurreccion, I should beco even more durable than a Late Alpha-Oga Overgod Treasure."
Cain's excitent continued to rise as the realization settled in. The path of his Primordial Body had always been one of bodily endurance. From the mont he chose it, he had known it would be slow, brutal, and unforgiving-but now, after countless battles and refinents, he was approaching the very limits of the universe.
If the Scarlet King was able to take another step forward, the Indestructibility of his body might surpass the limits of the Third Realm!
Yet Cain did not allow confidence to turn into arrogance.
His defenses had indeed beco monstrous; that was an undeniable fact. Even so, Robuke's axes still possessed the power to pierce his flesh. That alone was proof that there was room for improvent- room he could not afford to ignore.
Fortunately, the Scarlet King still had a way forward.
Taking a deep breath, Cain cald his racing thoughts and brought his heart back into perfect balance. With a simple wave of his hand, a sphere shimring with forty-three distinct colors manifested before
him.
During the past two years, Cain had trained relentlessly in his Tribulation Enhancent abilities. At this point, he could forge Early Alpha-Oga Overgod-tier flas with a one-hundred-percent success rate. Refinent, however, was a far more delicate matter. Still, his success rate there was remarkably high and steadily improving with every attempt.
What Cain now sought was a fla of forty-four colors.
That would signify a Middle Alpha-Oga Overgod Tribulation Enhancent, a qualitative leap that would elevate his potential and talent to terrifying heights. Such a fla would greatly amplify his already overwhelming potential in both the Essence Evolution Path and the Astral Rebirth Path.
And, it could be what his soul force needed to break into the Alpha-Oga Overgod Rank!
Once he ensured that his mind and soul were sharpened to their absolute peak, Cain began to work.
Massive torrents of energy poured into the sphere. With his mastery over World Strength and the endless spiritual energy flowing from the Scarlet Throne, fuel was no concern whatsoever. Cain stood unmoving for eighteen continuous hours, refining and compressing the fla.
Then, suddenly, it trembled.
Without hesitation, Cain guided the unstable fla into his stomach. It detonated instantly, erupting with the force of an Early Alpha-Oga Overgod-level spell. His body shuddered for a brief mont, smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth-but there was no real damage.
Such power could no longer harm him.
After resting for an hour, Cain summoned another fla and continued.
Days passed in the sa manner. Flas grew stronger, denser, and increasingly unstable, each one consud by Cain before it could endanger the floating city. His progress was steady, relentless, and uncompromising.
Finally, on the ninth day, radiant light flooded the throne room.
A fla of forty-four colors hovered before Cain, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it carried the very essence of life and creation within it. Cain nodded to himself, pride flickering briefly in his eyes-
but he did not allow complacency to take root.
Encasing the fla within an orb ford from his Ego Wave, he rested for a short while before continuing. Forging a single Middle Alpha-Oga Overgod fla did not make him a true Middle-tier Tribulation Enhancer. He would need extensive practice before attempting refinent-unless he wished to blow himself apart. Unfortunately for Cain, before he could resu his training, a ssage arrived.
"My Lord, we have reached the required amount."
Any disappointnt at being interrupted vanished instantly from Cain's mind as he heard Minxet's voice.
"Bring them to ," Cain commanded without hesitation.
He then turned his attention to the void, where Anark was deep in ditation.
"Co."
The words reached the True Primordial of the Void, who opened his eyes imdiately, a spark of anticipation flashing within them. In the next instant, Anark dove into the Everstrife Empyrean World. Minxet arrived less than a second later, fully prepared. He presented several silver boxes to Cain, bowed respectfully, and withdrew. Cain glanced at the boxes with a knowing smile just as Anark arrived.
The two Primordials exchanged nods before teleporting directly into
the Samsara Arsenal Module.
Without delay, they entered the Samsara Sacrificial Grounds, standing before the roaring Samsara Fla.
"Here."
With a flick of his hand, Cain passed the silver boxes to Anark, then
handed him several black boxes as well.
The True Primordial of the Void nodded solemnly. Taking a deep
breath, he shattered the black boxes, releasing millions of evil and wicked cultivators-the very ones Markin and Kaizer had surrendered from their Empyrean Worlds.
There was no pity in Anark's eyes.
Purple flas surged forth, consuming the cultivators utterly. Their
screams were brief, swallowed by karmic fire. Once they were gone, Anark shattered the silver boxes.
Each contained countless wicked and corrupted treasures that the Scarlet Kingdom had collected over the past several years.
Cain had waited patiently until the amount was sufficient. Only now could they generate enough rit to push Anark's Samsara Seal toward becoming a Samsara Runic Seal.
Neither Primordial spoke as torrents of Fortune rose into the air, thick
and radiant. The energy grew denser and denser until it flooded the sacrificial grounds entirely. Thirty percent condensed into a radiant golden orb, while the rest transford into raw rit.
Smiles appeared on both their faces.
This was enough.
But Anark's smile vanished almost instantly.
All the rit surged into his Samsara Seal at once, and in the next
second, it felt as if countless wires forged from lava spread through his flesh, blood, mind, and soul. The pain was absolute, unrelenting,
and all-consuming.
Cain rely smiled faintly.
He rembered well the agony his own Samsara Runic Set had inflicted upon him during its awakening.
As Anark endured the tornt, Cain slowly lifted his gaze toward the ceiling-toward the golden orb of condensed Fortune that hovered
above.
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