That number alone carried imnse weight.
With five balls of Spirit Fire, Grey would be able to completely dominate all cultivators below the Spirit Core Formation Realm. His strength would far surpass those at the sa level, crushing them with overwhelming force.
In fact, even if he were to encounter a cultivator in the early stages of the Spirit Core Formation Realm, Grey would no longer be helpless.
He could resist.
He could fight.
Most importantly, he would not die a miserable, powerless death.
Such a level of strength placed him firmly among the ranks of true geniuses and heaven’s chosen.
The kind of individuals who stood at the peak of their generation.
However, if cultivation alone were considered, then Grey’s gains would still not fully capture the extent of his transformation.
There were other benefits—far more profound and far more terrifying.
One of them was the ancient forbidden art.
An existence that predated even the descent of God.
Although Grey had yet to activate it, and was still incapable of casting the technique, the re impression it left on him during his ti in that dark space had carved itself deeply into his consciousness.
It was not sothing that could be forgotten.
Not sothing that could be ignored.
In Grey’s estimation, such an art could easily be classified as an Emperor-level cultivation technique in the current era.
In fact, there were reasons to believe it could be valued even higher.
After all, it originated from a ti before God descended. An era when cultivation stood at its absolute peak.
The power it could unleash was undoubtedly terrifying, and the effects it could produce would be vast and far-reaching.
Even if it did not fully surpass Emperor-level arts, it was not far from that threshold.
Yet even this...
Was not his greatest gain.
The true value of Grey’s journey lay in sothing far more subtle, yet infinitely more important.
Knowledge.
Experience.
Understanding.
He had witnessed things that most cultivators would never encounter in their entire lifetis.
He had watched the Captain summon a divine entity. A supre existence that stood on the threshold of godhood and contained imnse power. Not only was it an incredibly difficult thing to do, but it was also extrely dangerous.
If the captain had summoned the being when ’it’ was in a bad mood, then it might have wiped them off before attempting to leave.
But Grey guessed that ghe captain might have thought of this and made subsequent arrangents so that if wouldn’t happen. But the possibility remained high. After all, divine beings could not be understood or reasoned with. Especially one that was close to achieving godhood.
Before all of that though, he had stepped into a foreign space that resembled the vast, boundless cosmos itself.
He had seen, with his own eyes, the body of a true Soul Ascendancy Realm expert.
And now...
They were attempting sothing even more insane than the last.
They were trying to steal one of the eyes of that dead expert.
Any single one of these experiences would be enough to drive countless cultivators into madness, risking everything for even the slightest chance to witness them.
Yet Grey had experienced all of them.
And alongside these events ca knowledge. Little fragnts of truth revealed by the Captain, combined with insights Grey had pieced together on his own.
This knowledge was invaluable.
To those seeking to advance into the Soul Ascendancy Realm, it could an the difference between absolute failure and a sliver of possibility.
From zero...
To perhaps one percent.
And sotis, that one percent was everything.
Not only that, but these experiences themselves stood as proof of the scale of what Grey, Roxanne, and the Captain were involved in.
They were no longer walking an ordinary path.
They had stepped into sothing far greater.
Sothing far more dangerous.
"Before God descended, cultivation stood at the pinnacle of power," Grey began slowly, his voice calm yet heavy with thought.
"With cultivation, mountains could be moved with a single thought, and seas overturned with a re wave of the hand. The oceans teed with endless creatures, and spirituality filled the heavens and the earth."
"The land was rich with spirit energy. Life flourished under the influence of cultivation..."
His voice gradually lowered.
"But after God descended... everything changed."
"The power of cultivators declined. The skies darkened, and a corrosive substance filled the air, eroding both body and spirit."
"The seas decayed, and the aura of death replaced the vitality that once defined them."
A brief pause.
"Shortly after God descended... divinity appeared."
"And so did the gods."
Grey inhaled deeply, his gaze turning distant.
This was not secret knowledge.
It was sothing every person born into this world would eventually co to understand.
It was history.
A tragic, irreversible turning point.
’Of course... this happened shortly after the Human Emperor vanishes. With his disappearance, the appearance of divinity shortly after God descended is sothing worth questioning,’ Grey thought inwardly.
’After all, the corrosive substance and divinity... seem to share so kind of connection. Everyone also knows that spirit energy can barely resist the corrosive substance and everybody subconsciously has the desire to beco gods or practice divine arts that can use corrosive substance.... I myself I’m not excluded.’
He knew he was not the first to think this.
Countless others had pondered the sa question.
It was not new.
It was old knowledge that was debated, analyzed, and left unresolved by the many races in the world.
"However..." Grey muttered softly.
"There is no point dwelling on things that hold no imdiate value to ."
His gaze sharpened.
"My only goal right now is to increase my cultivation and survive."
"Everything else... is irrelevant."
With that, Grey surged forward once more, his speed increasing as he shot across the white expanse.
His eyes were clear, unnaturally so.
His thoughts were sharp, focused, and completely devoid of distraction.
Yet in contrast to this clarity, his spirit body had beco increasingly unstable.
It had grown more transparent than ever before, as though it could dissipate at any mont.
Grey had already reached the limit of what he could endure.
For over a month, he had remained in his spirit body form without rest.
His physical body was exhausted and his mind was strained to its limits. He needed recovery.
Both physically...
And ntally.
Still, he pressed on. Driven by will alone. Ti continued to pass by slowly.
Very soon, another two weeks slipped by in silence.
During this period, Grey continued his relentless conquest, suppressing one black star after another with ruthless efficiency.
Until finally...
The number reached one hundred.
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