As the old man stood there, his mind lost in deep contemplation, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a chilling voice that cut through the air like a knife. "You picked the wrong time to plan your future, old thing."
Startled, the old man’s eyes widened as he beheld the sudden appearance of two swords—one ebony-black and the other gleaming silver. They materialized out of the shadows with an otherworldly presence, one menacingly poised in front of him, the other ominously at the back of his neck. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, his heart skipping a beat in terror.
His body was already weary from battle, marked with wounds and drained of its vital energy. Now, faced with this new threat, his senses heightened in fear and desperation.
Summoning what remained of his courage, the old man attempted to reason with the unseen adversary lurking in the darkness his voice trembling slightly, " Fellow Cultivators how about we talk this through? Just tell me what you desire, and this old man will be willing to comply."
But the response he received was not one of negotiation or compromise. Instead, the voice taunted him with a question that struck at the very core of his being. "Have you thought about reincarnation?"
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Before he could even process the words, agony ripped through his body like a tidal wave. The black sword drove mercilessly into his heart, its icy steel piercing his flesh with a finality that left him gasping for breath. In that moment, he felt his very soul being wrenched from its mortal vessel, torn apart by forces beyond his comprehension.
Desperately, he tried to muster the ancient power of his runic energy, but to his horror, he found it rendered inert and useless against the dark, primordial force that now consumed him.
Soon, the lifeless body of the old man fell to the ground, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded in this desolate place.
Emerging from the shadows, Liang materialized and approached the middle-aged man with cautious steps. His gaze fell upon the jade case, and curiosity mingled with trepidation as he opened it. In an instant, his eyes widened, disbelief etching itself across his face. He took a deep breath, struggling to comprehend the profound implications of what lay before him, before carefully closing the jade case and tucking it away.
Turning his attention to the middle-aged man’s space ring, Liang examined it using his void sense.
However, disappointment washed over Liang as he shook his head. Inside the space ring was a mere twenty million elemental crystals, a considerable fortune by mundane standards, but of little consequence to him.
While Void Transformation Realm experts, like the middle-aged man, possessed the ability to create a small pocket of space within their bodies, similar to the space contained within a space ring. However, these internal pockets were limited in size and prone to destruction, making them an unreliable storage option. Thus, most experts still relied on the durability and reliability of space rings.
Within the vast cosmos of cultivation, the concept of space stone held profound significance. Experts understood that these stones were divided into four distinct grades, each possessing its own distinctive properties and origins. The lowest grade, the lower grade space stone, was typically excavated from the depths near a planet’s core.
Moving upward in the hierarchy, the mid-grade space stone was found in the proximity of suns.
Beyond the mid-grade stone lay the superior grade space stone, discovered near the enigmatic abyss of black holes.
Yet, amidst these tiers of stones existed a legend—an elusive grade known as the celestial grade space stone. Many whispered of its existence, a fabled stone said to possess unimaginable might. Such whispers claimed that the celestial grade space stone dwelled solely within the heart of domains or ancient realms—a truth unconfirmed, and sightings undocumented.
Many believe that possessing a celestial grade space stone would grant untold abilities and control over the fabric of the void itself.
The higher the grade, the more potent and versatile its capabilities.
For instance, the creation of portals and teleportation formations that spanned across realms demanded the utilization of superior grade space stones. These precious stones, hailing from the vicinity of black holes, possessed immense spatial manipulation abilities. They allowed cultivators to pierce through the barriers between realms, facilitating a seamless transfer of individuals or resources. These remarkable portals were gateways that connected distant realms, bridging the gap between different planes of existence.
On a smaller scale, when it came to teleportation formations between planets within the same realm, a mid-grade space stone would often suffice. These stones, found near suns, provided a moderate level of spatial control and were capable of creating reliable teleportation networks. Cultivators could traverse vast distances in an instant, appearing at their desired destination with ease. These formations played a pivotal role in expediting travel and communication between various planets within a given realm.
As for the lower grade of space stones, primarily sourced from the cores of planets, their applications were limited. They lacked the finesse and power of their superior and mid-grade counterparts. However, they still found utility in short-range teleportations, offering cultivators the ability to maneuver swiftly within confined spaces.
Additionally, the grade of space stone played a crucial role in the construction of storage devices such as rings or bracelets. Superior grade space stones had the capacity to create expansive storage spaces, capable of housing vast quantities of items and treasures. Mid-grade stones allowed for moderate-sized storage compartments, while lower-grade stones limited the storage capacity to smaller items or limited quantities.
With a disapproving shake of his head, Liang strode purposefully toward the motionless form of the old man. The air crackled with an eerie energy as the chaos rune burst forth from Liang’s forehead, its shimmering tendrils reaching out hungrily. In response, the old man’s body stirred, and five ancient runes materialized, hovering ominously above him.
But just as Liang anticipated the absorption of these runes into the chaotic vortex, an unexpected twist unraveled before his eyes. The runes defied their natural course, veering away from the chaos rune’s pull with a sudden, unsettling velocity.
Liang’s gaze sharpened, a low, disdainful humph escaping his lips. With a swift gesture, he commanded the very fabric of space around him to obey—the Space-Void Domain descended, casting a hushed stillness over the scene.
Though Liang’s spirit cultivation had waned, his essence of law remained intact, granting him a residual control over the void. It enabled him to wield minor abilities; Through his mastery, he could sense the subtle shifts in the void, execute fleeting teleportations, and even coerce the space into obedience.
In Florie, where the celestial integration matrix’s power waned to its feeblest, Liang’s command over the void found a foothold, albeit limited. Yet, in this moment of confrontation, even the slightest advantage could tip the scales in his favor.