Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

Abrams slowly approached Yan Zaizen with a calm gaze and heavy steps. He exuded the aura of a ruler with each step. Oddly enough, Yan Zaizen felt no fear or innate respect from this man’s overt presence cultivated likely for hundreds of thousands of years.

Stopping about a meter away from Yan Zaizen, "How long will it take to remove the barrier?" This was an issue Abrams had most on his mind. Even without the vast quantity of wealth, this didn’t deteriorate their combat prowess as an eighth level force. If the barrier was taken down, they could truly resist.

Yan Zaizen chuckled slightly, "In a month’s time." To him with his unique heavenly shrine, his cultivation will truly explode in a single session!

His answer caused Abrams’s eyes to brighten from its usual dimness. Yan Zaizen’s confidence was oddly infectious. His belief in overturning the situation strengthened unknowingly.

Yan Zaizen could feel the change in trust. It was odd, but as he inspected the situation a little more, his pupils shrank slightly. "Is my Dao affecting a Heavenly Commander?!" He felt it was impossible. After all, Heavenly Commanders have lived an extraordinary amount of years and have fortified their mentality during which.

However, looking into Abrams’s eyes, he felt a distinctive similarity to Lin Feilin. "Is my Dao leaking?" As he inspected his dao avatar, he discovered it was still undergoing a restoration period.

"Wait..." his heavenly shrine was currently cycling his true-essence, strengthening and infusing it with heavenly power. However, this true-essence filtered through his heavenly shrine had an aura similar to his Dao of Sovereign Ascension.

"Is my dao automatically infused into my true-essence?" This thought brought about a distinct realization - Heavenly Cultivators never have their Mortal Dao’s erupt for amplification. His channeling of his dao was powerful, often displaying his dao’s aura, but in all the fights he’s seen between heavenly cultivators, their dao had never erupted in the same way as his.

"Here," before he could ponder more on the subject, Abrams handed him a small, golden heavenly box. This box emanated heavenly fluctuations that felt oddly terrifying. Even Yan Zaizen couldn’t help but furrow his brow at those fluctuations.

"This is a Pure Heavenly Dimensional Box, meant to hold world-sized materials." Pinaka broke free from her thoughts about Yan Zaizen’s new art and informed him of this box’s characteristics. It seemed to be an advanced version of the Heavenly Dimensional Box, capable of holding more intense items and having a vaster space within.

Not being polite, Yan Zaizen grabbed the box into his hand and stored it into his Meteor Ring. When this happened, Abrams’s eyes slightly widened, his gaze honed onto Yan Zaizen’s ring-bearing hand.

"..." Abrams’s eyes briefly flickered with an odd light.

"One month’s time." With those words, Yan Zaizen stepped backward and vanished into the background as if it was a painting.

"Chaotic Space immersion?!" Startled, Abrams pupils contracted. To enter chaotic space so simply, no other law but the half-Imperial Law - Spatial Form of Infinite Stability, or the Imperial Law - Realm of Chaotic Space could do so. As an expert who has lived for a very long time and experienced many things, his understandings of the heavenly laws were vast. The number of times he visited the heavenly domain could rival Yan Zaizen.

"Was that?!" Even King Moshe and the other Heavenly Commanders stared in disbelief. When Yan Zaizen originally entered, deep and powerful spatial ripples fluctuated in the surroundings, but this was chaotic space immersion! It was like entering seamlessly into the backgrounds of space.

"...Imperial Law? Ezekiel’s ring...Who is he?" Abrams slowly asked no one in particular.

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Yan Zaizen arrived in chaotic space and calmly looked at the Meteor Ring. "That old man recognized the ring." After learning about Ezekiel, he never expected to find someone familiar with the ring on another heaven.

"Was Ezekiel here? Wait...he was driven out of the 27th Heaven...could he have come here before?" Recalling Zhou Xiuhei’s earlier words, he felt his guess was correct. If so, it’s possible that Ezekiel’s entire race could be located somewhere in the 7th Heaven.

"If it wasn’t for that old man’s reaction, I wouldn’t have suspected. Haaa..." With a soft sigh, he placed that thought to the back of his mind. Firstly, he needed to cultivate and then...he needed to properly ’receive’ his twelve regalias. "I also want that realmship with the planetary cannon!"

The greed in his eyes turned incredibly dense. It was nearly tangible, becoming like light bulbs in the empty darkness of chaotic space. When he saw that planetary cannon fire, he truly held nothing but awe for it. He could imagine himself piloting a ship that could annihilate planets. The thought excited him to no end.

"Zai, be sure to only take action when you’re absolutely certain of success," Pinaka advised. Her words were obviously hinting at the viability of his new art - Mystic Realm of Isolation.

"No worries. With the features of my heavenly shrine, the resources from Xiha and the Lycans, reaching ninth-floor is a certainty!"Enthusiasm brimmed from his body and his heart was pounding. Years ago, he would’ve never imagined becoming a heavenly commander so quickly, but now it’s about to be a reality!

In Chaotic Space, six months later.

"I hate this! How the hell is this possible?!" With a voice infused with dense hatred and a face filled with actual tears, Yan Zaizen looked at his heavenly shrine. There were only six floors filled with heavenly aura and the source of mimicry, with only a small portion of the seventh completed.

For the lowest level of Heavenly Cultivators, such as Lang Xue, a million drops of heavenly liquid were sufficient to develop the first to the seventh floor. However, if one looked at the requirement for the first floor, this number would seem ridiculous.

Normally, about one hundred drops were required for the first floor. Normally. Even if the entire three floors were included, it wouldn’t exceed ten thousand heavenly drops, but it still required about another nine hundred and ninety thousand additional drops to reach the completion of the seventh floor.

In Yan Zaizen’s case, the first floor required one million drops, a heavenly crystal, to establish. This didn’t even include heavenly materials.

With a depressed look, he glanced at the heavenly boxes belonging to the Lycans and Xiha. They still contained heavenly crystals, a little over four thousand when added together, but all the heavenly materials were as gone as the sun during the darkest night.

"You gluttonous thing!" He had the sudden urge to chuck this heavenly shrine into the depths of the unknown. It had consumed about two full-sized planets worth of heavenly materials, in return, only three floors were constructed. Three!

"The conversion rate from the source essence of heavenly materials to the source essence of mimicry is truly too little..." Pinaka commented softly, her expression also strange.

In truth, Mortal Law based heavenly materials converted to less than 0.0001%, while World Law based heavenly materials had a 0.01% conversion rate into the source essence of mimicry. At first, this wasn’t truly prevalent, but after continuous feeding and conversion, this truly was a limiting factor. After all, the majority of heavenly materials from both Xiha and the Lycans were Mortal Law based.

"Haaa..." with a deep sigh, he urged his heavenly might. Indeed, heavenly might! After constructing his fourth shrine, an evolution was evoked that modified all the true-essence in his body into heavenly might. Despite being called heavenly might, it was better to describe it as pseudo-heavenly essence. It was the in-between conversion of true-essence and heavenly essence.

However, even the heavenly essence of Heavenly Commanders was dubbed heavenly might, as its the most accurate title to describe its characteristics. With heavenly might, one could truly connect with the heavens and even influence it subtly. They could construct heavenly clones. These heavenly clones were interconnected to the user as if it was them.

If astral remnants were how soul cultivators left their mark on others, then heavenly clones were similar. However, there was a slight difference - heavenly clones could draw upon the essence of the world to live perpetually. While astral remnants consume their energy continuously to exist with the inability to extend their lifespans.

Eyes brimming with excitement, Yan Zaizen clenched his fist to cause the heavenly might to explode like a bomb. The resulting shockwave caused chaotic space, a realm known for its stability, to tremble.

"Your heavenly might is far stronger than normal..." Pinaka commented, comparing Yan Zaizen’s heavenly might to her previous owner’s. As she did, she felt increasingly awed. The difference was vast, truly vast. "Is it because of the structural foundation and heavenly crystals required to fill it? You did use over one thousand heavenly crystals...that’s..."

When those words were said, Yan Zaizen’s face grimaced slightly but quickly returned to normal. A billion drops of heavenly liquid could not be underestimated. If it was given to a force, they could easily grow into a seventh or eighth level heavenly force from nothing. This was not an exaggeration.

The only true issues that would prevent this was comprehension of laws, legacies, and resources of heavenly material. These things were much harder to obtain than heavenly crystals. Even a fourth-floor Heavenly Genesis cultivator could condense about a thousand drops a century, while a seventh-floor could condense twenty thousand drops.

Heavenly materials can also be condensed but that’s highly dependent on location and comprehension, laws are talent based, and legacies are also tied into time existing and cultivation base. It was these factors that even though the Lycans have existed for over a hundred million years, they were still only an eighth-tier force.

The only Heavenly Monarch in their entire history was Xiha, the White Sirius Heavenly Monarch.

"Leaps and bounds," unable to contain his excitement, he exclaimed. Although his highest form of comprehension in heavenly laws was at the major-Domain, he could still construct his sixth floor! The only issue was resources, but there were always others still waiting for him to ’receive’ more.

His eyes looked at the vastness at chaotic space, a large vortex existed in standard space. This vortex was the gateway into the Darnixian core realm. "An entire race..." Shortly afterward, he softly shook his head at the thought. If he went down that route, would it ever end?

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