Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 329 - 9,999 Domains - Cultivation Farm

Chapter 329: 9,999 Domains – Cultivation Farm

When Ash and his wives appeared on the sidewalk they took a moment to take the scenery in as they walked.

The town unfolded before them like a place of impossible elegance that felt both intimate and vast.

There were wide boulevards of polished black marble that stretched between towering spires of smooth obsidian and crimson glass.

Buildings rose in graceful curves — balconies of vine and wrought silver hung over the streets that were lined with fountains.

And as they walked it was something they all could feel.

The air itself carried a faint, intoxicating warmth — and something deeper, more primal.

Cultivators moved all throughout the town— Laughter and low conversation drifted between them… yet there was obviously something else going on.

As most of things beings were openly… displaying affection.

And though Ash could see everything clearly, the men and women kissing in the skies… and even some women roaming around naked.

For his wives though… it was like they were walking half blind.

The edges of buildings blurred when looked at too directly, as though the architecture refused to settle into solid form.

Colors shifted at the corners of their vision — crimson bleeding into gold, then violet, then back again. The fountains seemed to change shape when glanced away from… All in All, it was overwhelming even for them.

And it was simply because it was too much information, too many layers, and their senses were simply not equipped to process a realm built for beings far beyond 8D existence.

“I can barely see anything…” Katherine muttered, her bloody eyes darting around aimlessly. The others nodded, and Ash simply activated Apex Genesis again.

In moments, their vision sharpened and cleared.

“Oh… wow,” Sylvie said sarcastically as the scene before her came into focus. Not far away, she spotted a woman openly pleasuring herself.

They all turned to Ash, who strolled forward as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

“You didn’t choose this place because of that… did you?” Madison asked, moving closer to his arm.

Ash shook his head, as he could see the others had similar suspicions.

“Of course, not… this is the Domain of, well, Sylvie’s parents.”

The women all glanced at Sylvie, who looked just as stunned.

“…Master, are you sure?” she asked, knowing her parents had died long ago.

Ash nodded. “Right… and I did say you’d have your revenge, didn’t I?”

“This realm’s full of beings ranked stronger than all of you. So… how about a race?” he said with a smirk.

“Only if I get a special treat…” Seraphiel murmured under her breath.

“Of course… just say the word~” he replied before continuing. “You have until I return to help Sylvie with her revenge. In the meantime, I’ll be paying some of these Ancestors a visit.”

Sylvie stepped forward with a click of her tongue.

“Fine… but you’re not allowed to destroy them all at once.”

Ash winked and vanished. Who could tell him what he could or couldn’t do?

Even his women couldn’t restrict him—as he hated being limited. Still, he had a few other stops planned before the destruction began, giving them time to compete.

—-

When he reappeared, he found himself high in the skies above an entirely different realm.

Below lied the Sable Dynasty — a boundless stretch of blackened iron plains and jagged obsidian towers jutting up like the ribs of some colossal, mechanical beast.

Every surface was forged from the same dense, shifting alloy as the inhabitants themselves.

And everywhere he looked, the Sable filled the landscape — massive, hulking beings of living metal, some twelve feet tall, others looming at twice that height.

Their bodies were slabs of dark, burnished bronze, faces blank except for glowing slits where eyes belonged.

Like the last Domain, this one too had beings openly cultivating, though in a more formal way.

Nearby, a ring of smaller Sable sat cross-legged, steadily pulling raw trans-conceptual essence from the iron beneath them, each strand meant to flow directly into their Strata.

At least, that was how it should have gone—cultivation at this stage was usually just a matter of building the Strata up step by step.

Ash watched with faint amusement. “So, they really are functioning as cultivation furnaces,” he muttered as Creara and Elysia appeared on his shoulders, returning from their usual tasks.

“Exactly, but based on the gathered information,” Creara began, with Elysia adding, “The system is far more intricate. This Higher Realm contains exactly 9,999 Domains, each with at most two leaders, but countless Ancestors.”

As they continued explaining, Ash sifted through the details himself.

The Infinite Weavers occupied the central domain of the Higher Realm, while every other domain cultivated endlessly—not for themselves, but to feed the Infinite Weaver.

An oath was imposed on every leader and Ancestor who entered, allowing the Infinite Weaver to siphon cultivation like a parasite and add it to his own. Over time, the leaders and Ancestors accepted it, as the Oath’s complexity went far beyond mere cultivation.

To keep climbing the ranks without losing everything, they ended up doing the same thing to their own clan members.

This turned the entire Higher Realm into nothing more than a massive cultivation farm, which only made the Infinite Weaver even stronger in the end.

“Well, looks like he’s trying to make up for his mistake,” Ash said, as he had mentioned before. If the Infinite Weaver truly wanted to become the Tenth Organism, he would need the entire Dimension itself to serve as his cultivation.

“It doesn’t matter… we’re gonna mess it all up anyway,” Creara said with a chuckle.

“Exactly. If we’re taking the whole land, we have to break this little system first,” Elysia added as Ash smiled.

The sky split open as he made his slow, easy descent toward the heart of the Sable Dynasty — a lone figure in black, hands tucked casually into his pockets.

“Alright, this should be fun.”

The instant his bare feet touched the ground, he unleashed Wantlessness, Contradiction, Finality, All-Origin, and Erosence without restraint.

Each was a Dimensional Overlord or higher, their existence at least Seventh Dimensional.

That alone was nothing… but those beyond the Eighth Dimension were, in theory, stronger than Ash. So, he saw no reason to hold back at all.

Well… they were supposed to be.