Han was entirely focused on elevating his path to the level of an incomplete law, but the problem was that he was failing. He had no idea how to achieve this, nor had he found anyone who had done it before. This idea had been a recommendation from his master. To make matters worse, he was nearing the end of his lifespan, having used far too many treasures to stay alive in other realms.
He only had a few tens of thousands of years left at best, but that wasn’t a good thing. All signs pointed to his impending failure. His massacres were the only thing that helped him, but unfortunately, it wasn’t something he could practice often. At that moment, Han’s strength placed him as the strongest mage in the world. He was perfectly capable of killing billions and walking away unpunished. However, the problem was the old man who protected this world; he was much stronger than Han.
The two had faced each other twice more during that time. In the first encounter, it was a one-sided massacre again. In the second, Han managed to fight decently and escape before losing. Han became the emperor of everything that existed and lived in this world, and he realized it was dull. Now, he lived isolated from the rest of the world, only emerging on special occasions to meet some women.
In the end, Han got lost in one of the lowest pleasures possible: he became addicted to the opposite sex. It was something that brought no gain to his life. It was a great pleasure, and fortunately, Han knew how to control himself and didn’t dedicate his entire life to it.
As time passed, Han understood more and more that he was going to die on this planet. He needed to cause a massive massacre to elevate his path to the seventh realm, but that meant facing the guardian of this world again, and he knew that this time, he would be killed without mercy.
A world so vast and diverse was, in truth, nothing more than a grand prison for him. He had the freedom to do whatever he wished in this place, and yet he was trapped and would die without advancing. His talent wasn’t the problem, nor was his age. It was all due to his strength. Han’s mind began to break down slowly as the years went by. The closer he got to death, the less he focused on training and cultivating.
What was the point of seeking more strength if he had no chance left? It would be a waste of time. Han simply began to seek more pleasure and random activities to fill his time. His mind was strong— incredibly strong— but in the end, his talent surpassed his mind, and he ended up becoming lazy. Despite always pushing himself, everything had come easily to him.
Most of the blame for this actually lay with Kayden. By meddling with Han’s soul, Kayden changed many things. As strong as Han’s mind was, it was unstable, and this only became apparent after thousands of years of facing the same problem. If his soul had not been altered, he probably would have remained 100% focused on his goal, even in the face of death. But he also wouldn’t have come this far. He had potential, but not at this level.
"You should have tried harder, Han," Kayden arrived at the exact moment when his disciple was with the queen of a random country and her daughter in the same room. It was quite a humiliating moment, as both women screamed and ran out, while Han took a moment to understand what was happening. The person he’d sought for all these years appeared before him.
His master had only been present for a tiny fraction of his life, yet he was the person who had most influenced it. Han had been shaped by Kayden from the beginning, growing under his teachings, but he had also blossomed on his own.
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"I did what I could," Han responded to his master without shrinking back. The bond between them was no longer the same as before. There was respect, but no longer the fear.
"What’s stopping you from reaching the seventh realm? You’re this weak?" Kayden said these words without hesitation. Han should have been much stronger than this weakened state.
In the next few minutes, Han told Kayden about his problem and everything that had happened over the years. He had truly tried hard. Kayden was surprised to learn that someone was maintaining the world’s balance.
"Let’s do some massacres," Kayden said without any emotion, and Han simply followed him. This was a great chance to solve his problem. Despite all the time that had passed, Kayden seemed to carry the truth on his back.
Every problem has a solution. There was no man capable of instilling fear in his master. Once again, Han felt like an ant. Kayden was superior; Han could feel it just from his master’s aura. Han was in the sixth realm, and Kayden was only in the fifth. They were both supposed to be mages with nine rays, so why did Han feel so pressured? It was as if Kayden was light-years ahead of him.
They began wiping out entire villages without mercy. In just a few days, the death toll had risen to hundreds of millions. It was very easy for the two to kill ordinary people or even the stronger ones; it was like harvesting wheat.
It didn’t take long for the old man from before to appear in all his glory as a seventh-realm mage to stop the massacres. Kayden could feel many things emanating from him. The first was his aura—it was strong, ridiculously strong—but... it seemed ordinary. This old man was powerful, but his strength came from something else. A piece was missing. Kayden began analyzing his soul before anyone could say a word. It didn’t take long for him to see a direct connection to this world.
Kayden’s soul was linked to the very fabric of reality; he was connected to the universe itself, whereas this old man was tied to his world and received support directly from it. In seconds, Kayden understood the source of the immense amount of mana he possessed.