The mage, Han, grew up under the guidance of someone as emotionless as Kayden. He had a clear objective in mind and would fight for it without hesitation. After centuries and the destruction of dozens of villages, Han faced a harsh reality.
"Who are you?" Han asked after being utterly defeated by a seventh-realm mage in just a few moves. The mage was an elderly man with white hair and a long beard that fell to his waist. His body appeared small and frail, supported by a staff. Yet, the amount of mana he possessed was absurd, seemingly limitless.
His attacks were swift—far too fast for someone of the seventh realm. It was as if he didn’t even need to think before moving, casting dozens of massive spells without pause.
"Control your massacres. The world is undergoing a rebalancing," the old man said. Han barely heard this as the mage dealt direct damage to his cultivation, leaving him immobilized for centuries.
This was the strangest experience Han had ever encountered. He thought he was the strongest mage on the planet, perhaps only rivaled by his master. Even then, it would have been a close battle—or so he believed. His path of power had never placed him in a situation where he felt inferior to anyone, but now, he was utterly crushed.
For the first time in ages, Han was gripped by a deep, unprecedented fear of death. He knew he was only alive because the old man chose not to kill him; otherwise, his life would have ended.
For centuries after this, Han vanished. He focused solely on training and cultivation, staying out of sight, and doing everything he could to avoid attracting the attention of the old mage. At this time, he searched for Kayden, but it seemed his master had disappeared from the face of the earth.
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No one from the newer generations had heard of Kayden. He had become an urban legend, a story told only by the oldest members of society. His city had faded into obscurity, its location now forgotten.
Meanwhile, Kayden slowly succeeded in expanding his soul into a larger form. He was doing what no one had ever done before. His sixth sense became an extension of his mind, stretching across kilometers. The universe was feeding him information directly—more accurately, he felt everything around him. Everything was from him, and everything was for him. His soul was being diluted.
Kayden’s goal was to integrate his soul with the universe and his sixth sense. He sought to become an entity without a physical form, present everywhere. This was the wildest idea he had ever conceived.
Fortunately, Kayden had prepared for an absurdly long time for this. His knowledge was at the absolute pinnacle of his existence. Now, all he had to do was apply it. The process was tough at first. A soul is rigid and difficult to manipulate, but as time passed, Kayden improved.
The pain was similar to having his past life removed. The challenge was that Kayden had to remain attentive every second—any mistake and his entire existence would be wasted. Tampering with the soul was a difficult task.
Each day, Kayden managed to extend his soul by a few centimeters. Progress was slow but steady. Kayden felt that with every passing day, he was drawing closer to a breakthrough—a rupture point where his soul would suddenly expand exponentially.
After 90,000 years, Kayden finally reached that threshold. His soul now spanned several kilometers, and he felt the presence of a final barrier. One more step, and everything would change.
Kayden’s soul was perfect, just like every other in the universe. Souls were well-crafted, identical at their core. Only their unique traits differentiated them. But now, Kayden was attempting something unprecedented.
He could feel the universe calling to him, offering itself as a pillar for his soul, inviting him to merge with it. Kayden was on the verge of becoming one with the universe. This was good, but it also meant there would be no reincarnation for him. This was his final life.
Luckily, this was a decision Kayden had made millions of years ago. He didn’t believe in secondary plans. It was always one plan, one path—either 100% success or 100% failure.
After a long time, Kayden took the final step. His soul stretched in all directions and filled his entire perception. Initially, he had only extended a few kilometers, but after breaking the barrier, his soul expanded to fill everything.
The sensation was utterly unique, beyond explanation. Kayden felt everything as part of himself. The ability to convert things into mana became immensely powerful, and space itself was at his command.
Everything was him, and at the same time, everything was the universe. There was no delay in anything he did. His attacks could emerge from any part of his spiritual sense with equal strength. Additionally, he could instantly convert and release mana without any delay.
Previously, mana had to be condensed, but now it was simply released without hesitation. Mana seemed to come from nowhere and was used without any lag. It was surreal, as Kayden was directly violating the laws of space. Since everything was him, there was no sense of mana needing to cross distances—everything was already with him.
Kayden’s physical body no longer had any value. It made no difference. Even if it were entirely burned away at this moment, it would mean nothing. His soul was no longer inside it.
Everything seemed beautiful, but there was a danger. The path of resurrection constantly tugged at Kayden’s soul. He had to remain vigilant at all times. The slightest slip, and he would be pulled into the resurrection path. But with his soul diluted, he wouldn’t be able to traverse it. Instead, he would be torn apart, his soul shattered into millions of pieces.
Kayden’s strength grew by bids of folds at this moment, the attack he had used on Yan could be replicated instantly without any delay or burden on his mind.