Chapter 107 - A Divine Stage

Because of its free nature, it didn’t need permissions or criminal checks. So a lot of criminals entered to take refuge. Some even formed groups inside it, using the sect’s land as their own.

But what did Rhaezel do? He simply gave up. Just like in wolf packs, here too, the weak followed the strong. As long as he was stronger, they would not rebel against him.

So he cultivated alone. Hundred years passed, and by the time he came out, he was already branded as the first demon cult maker! He was called a demon! A beast! When diviners used to divine his nature, they could see his past life, thus calling him a beast.

But by now, Rhaezel understood everything about humans. He even understood the politics. Him being framed here, either intentional or not, would definitely benefit others.

He could only do one thing. Just become so strong that such things won’t affect him. He finally understood that strength wasn’t omnipotent too. It was the power, not strength.

Power to command. Power to display that even if you’re weaker than the person in front, you’ll still emerge victorious somehow.

That’s when he decided on the Merciless Sword Dao!

Not to show mercy, whether friend, foe, child, adult, animal, plant. All things are equal. The life of a human and the life of an ant—both to be treated with same respect.

Never to be taken lightly, because who knows? Just like how he became an immortal from just a demonic wolf, that ant could very well become a legendary figure. Potential. Anything and everything had potential.

So he would pass on his inheritance in a way the world had never seen. He would make a technique so easy, yet so complex that even after eternity, even if the person becomes immortal, they would still keep learning this technique, eventually making it their own.

Since the best technique was always the technique that kills.

To a demon, it didn’t matter even if he had to lick the dirt if it meant the technique would kill their enemy. To them, any path they choose is the correct path. Demonic nature? Righteous nature? What’s that! At the end all are just beings of nature, who can be created and also destroyed.

Here ended his first memory lane, and Cale suddenly entered the next one.

After the battle against the eight clans of the continent he was on, he became an Emperor.

Rhaezel’s boot struck the desolate earth, and blazing rings of searing orange fire instantly pulsed outward from his footprint. The dormant elemental energy in the air ignited, wrapping his arm and chest in a brilliant cascade of molten, sovereign armor.

He did not merely walk. He commanded the very essence of fire to pave his unstoppable path forward.

Ahead of him loomed a colossal, ancient gateway, its center radiating a blinding pillar of golden light that pierced the suffocating gloom. Rhaezel ascended the imposing stone staircase with the unhurried, rhythmic grace of a conquering emperor. The massive golden seal at the summit, forged with the terrifying visage of a mythical beast, hummed in absolute reverence to his overwhelming presence.

With a sweeping, majestic gesture, the fiery aura shattered, immediately replaced by an explosion of magnificent, luminescent wings painted in brilliant sapphire and amethyst. He rose effortlessly above the mortal constraints of the arena, his dark robes billowing amidst a violent storm of crackling, violet lightning. The sheer, crushing pressure of his ascension forced every surrounding element into immediate, absolute submission.

Taking his seat upon a throne of pure, coalesced cosmic energy, Rhaezel gazed down at the world with the cold authority of an untouchable god. The vibrant, chaotic storm of lightning and flame bowed perfectly to his supreme will, framing his solitary figure in awe-inspiring, cinematic perfection. He was the undisputed master of all elements, a grand sovereign whose very existence shattered the limits of the heavens.

’What a monster... well, he is a monster! Such techniques. So this is my inheritance... it is not the direct techniques, but to see and learn about him and his fighting style as much as I can to develop my very own. Seems like a thing he would do, hehe.’

Ten thousand years later...

The tranquil mountain peak was violently ruptured by a colossal, heaven-piercing pillar of brilliant cerulean and emerald energy. Rhaezel’s long-awaited breakthrough finally shattered the fragile mortal veil, unleashing a deafening, seismic shockwave that instantly commanded the fearful attention of every cultivator in the realm. The sky itself seemed to desperately tear open as his overwhelming spiritual pressure rapidly condensed into a blinding, world-altering phenomenon.

Mortals and masters alike could only stare in paralyzed awe as the sheer magnitude of his ascension completely swallowed the horizon.

Cale too was just a bystander.

From the roaring epicenter of his profound awakening, the rampant energy violently branched outward to form a magnificent, luminous cosmic tree. Its massive, glowing tendrils wove effortlessly through the dark clouds, entirely dwarfing the surrounding mountains and raining boundless, pure spiritual essence upon the earth below. The elders of the sect stood frozen in sheer disbelief, fully realizing that Rhaezel was no longer just cultivating mortal techniques. He was actively rewriting the foundational, eternal laws of the world with his undisputed talent.

Without warning, the grand, ethereal tree rapidly collapsed inward, aggressively condensing its unfathomable, widespread power into a massive, swirling celestial sphere. Torrents of blazing celestial fire, violent cosmic dust, and chaotic storms of primal energy violently orbited this terrifying new artificial planet. The heavens roared in thunderous protest, yet the swirling maelstrom of elements bowed perfectly to Rhaezel’s absolute, unyielding will. The crushing gravitational pressure of his domain forced the onlookers to their knees, utterly suffocated by his overwhelming majesty.

With a blinding, explosive flash that temporarily bleached the entire world white, the celestial sphere erupted to reveal Rhaezel’s true, terrifying martial majesty. A colossal, luminescent green Dharma body gracefully materialized from the dissipating elemental storm, taking the form of an ethereal titan draped in ornate, divine golden armor. Eclipsing the very horizon and touching the boundaries of space, the majestic, spiritual projection stood as an undeniable monument to his supreme, untouchable ascension.

The giant’s enormous hands smoothly shifted into a profound, ancient meditation seal, instantly radiating an oppressive shockwave that brought the turbulent winds to a dead standstill. Looking down upon the trembling mortal realm with brilliantly glowing, omniscient green eyes, Rhaezel’s colossal Dharma body radiated a cold, absolute sovereignty. In a single, heaven-defying leap in power, he had shattered all known limits to confidently take his rightful place as an unparalleled god among men.

This was the power of a divine stage cultivator!