Finally having enough time, Kayden began to put his idea into practice. The environment made things somewhat more challenging but also easier because he would have much more time to work on it. The spatial laws surrounding him were almost in a pure state; Kayden could feel that with every breath, he was learning something new. It was an entirely different level from anything he had ever seen. The spatial laws were all around him, free to be grasped.
For the next few thousand years, Kayden simply sat on the plain, observing his surroundings and testing ideas for his path. Although he hadn’t had much success initially, his familiarity with space grew at an impressive rate; he hadn’t even known he could progress beyond his current level.
After tens of thousands of years, Kayden had mastered techniques that placed him at the pinnacle of spatial manipulation among mortals. He learned to create separate spatial planes within objects, similar to spatial rings, leading him to a revelation he hadn’t considered before. Spatial rings were extremely common, yet people with spatial abilities like his were rare, so these rings were probably made using much simpler methods than his own.
His method involved creating a small spatial tear between the void and reality, a tear that wouldn’t close or collapse. The void pushed on one side, and reality on the other, creating a perfectly stable opening. Kayden only needed to inflate it like an air pocket to control its size. Interestingly, the larger the tear, the easier it was to maintain its stability due to the balanced pressure on both sides.
There had been no progress in mastering time or incorporating space fully into his path, but Kayden wasn’t worried in the least. He still had an infinite amount of time, quite literally, and while it seemed like a good trade-off to him, most would find it maddening. The mana here flowed strangely due to the influence of time and space laws, making it almost impossible to cultivate standard mana techniques or progress in realms, leaving law comprehension as the only option—and transforming this place into a radiant prison.
Kayden hadn’t encountered another soul during all that time; in truth, he wasn’t even sure if he’d know if he had. He hardly reacted to external stimuli, often finding it difficult to distinguish illusion from reality. At times, he even found himself conversing with past versions of himself, which was completely unsettling.
One thought emerged after this experience: what made him himself? If a copy of him from a second ago appeared in the world, which one would be the real Kayden? The memories, techniques—everything would be identical. But then, he realized one key difference: the soul made each individual unique. Even if a copy of him gained a soul, it would never be an identical match to his own. This was impossible. A soul is a combination of trillions of unique points, a number so vast that no two souls could ever be the same. It was one of the universe’s most extraordinary phenomena.
After hundreds of thousands of years, Kayden finally encountered other beings. Mostly, they were lonely souls who stopped by to chat briefly after so much time without meeting another living, sentient being. Most were incredible mages in the eighth and ninth realms; not one of them was as low in rank as Kayden. How many of them were real people? Kayden didn’t know or care; they were merely conversations with no future. He likely spoke to mages who were once kings of vast empires but were now trapped here by their immense egos.
Only after ten million years did Kayden feel ready to integrate his goal into his path, reaching a level of genius beyond what could be considered monstrous. He transformed his sixth sense into a spatial sense, extending it for thousands of kilometers around him as his personal space. Kayden could manipulate this space effortlessly, without any expenditure of mana or energy, making space as integral to him as he was to the universe.
Within this space, he could manipulate time freely, though not to a great extent, but it was still remarkable. Kayden could traverse any point within his sixth sense as if every kilometer was just a single step away. There was no delay; he didn’t even need to open a spatial tear. He only had to think, and he would appear at the other end of his sixth sense.
It was amusing yet easy to explain. Imagine a creature composed of only two organs, separated by thousands of light-years, yet the information exchange was instantaneous because distance meant nothing when they were part of the same entity. That’s what Kayden had accomplished. Every meter of his sixth sense became a single entity, simultaneously a single point and countless points—a feat only possible after grasping an incomplete understanding of spatial law.
Kayden had taken an insane amount of time, but he succeeded in grasping the law of space, which seemed to seep into his mind naturally after so long. His soul absorbed it with ease, especially considering all he had learned and his deep familiarity with space.
Unfortunately, he learned little about the law of time, only the bare minimum due to its relation to space, but nothing he could use in battle or incorporate into his techniques.
This content is taken from freёwebnovel.com.
Author’s note: I posted the chapters of the days I missed posting and last week’s bonus, sorry for the delay.
The spatial domain did not just become aware of everything around him; he could, with a thought, manipulate and rearrange space. With every meter of his sixth sense, Kayden gained the ability to "shorten" distances to absurd levels, controlling space without the slightest resistance. Every place within his field was, for him, a point that he could access without barriers, as if there were no real distance between them. This domain is, at the same time, a state of total control and harmony with the universe, where space and being become indistinguishable.