In the midst of his cultivation, Azrael sensed strong restriction. A restriction that prevents him from finally breaking through to the Blood Refining Realm. A barrier that force him to rebound and stopped with his advance
In an instant, Azrael saw himself standing in a foreign dimension. In this dimension everything is monochromatic, 'devoid' of all, even him, is no exception. He tried to look around and felt something that prevented him from moving and shackling his freedom, alas, his struggle was short-lived before he gained his freedom. His monochromatic skin and clothes revealed their true colors.
He turned his head and saw the only light in this monochromatic dimension.
A circular shining chain the size of 12 inches long. He walked towards it and tried to touch it but felt a force pushing his hands away. However, he only smiled provocatively and managed to offset the force, finally touching the circular chain.
When Azrael touched the chain, he felt something strange.
This chain is like a container of an ethereal, calm yet aggressive power. Like a foreign power yet fitted with the rules of this world. Like a tampered yet a natural born.
A strange sensation.
And his face formed a frown albeit temporary before a confident smile formed on his face.
He utilized the power of 3000 Great Daos. A powerful force field was created one centimeter around him that envelope his whole body like a very thin armor or another layer of skin. If someone were to touch him and were considered a threat by him even if they were a Saint Lord, they would definitely be erased including their soul, it doesn't matter if they were immortal or not.
He punched while utilizing the power of 3000 Great Daos.
A powerful clash happened in this monochromatic dimension. The power that prevents him from breaking through and all 3000 Great Daos collide.
The intense battle continued for hours; hours became days; days became months, and months became years.
One year, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, one million years! Azrael has been in this monochromatic dimension for one million years! Then..
Crack
A one-centimeter crack formed on the surface of the circular chain. For a million years of clashing and enduring the force of all Great Daos, only a small crack formed! One could only imagine how terrifying this Chain is.
One would expect that Azrael would lament and be disappointed. But he only wore a satisfied smile.
"This should be enough to let me cultivate my Unification Heaven unimpeded, well I expect that the Heavenly Dao would still send me tickles whenever I advance to a major and minor realm. Now, this is not the time to completely break you." He muttered.
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Azrael didn't actually want to completely break the circular chain. His only purpose was to create a small crack that will allow him to completely break out and escape from the restriction.
"Now it is time to return to the real world." He said
Fortunately, the flow of time in this monochromatic dimension is much faster than in the real world. According to his calculation, only a few hours have passed in the real world, so it is not like his body would have aged when he returns.
In the real world.
A satisfied smile formed on Azrael's face. He clenched his fist feeling the power that flows in his blood. Essence Energy, the power that hides inside one's body.
Finally, an energy that wasn't available to the cultivators of the current cultivation world was now in his hands.
***
In an unknown location, a floating and slumbering figure's eyelids twitched. He opened his eyes that hold an immeasurable power that transcends all.
He looked in a certain direction, his face contorted into a deep frown.
"How!?" His deep voice thundered and caused the surroundings to shake.
He looked in a certain direction using all of his focus trying to peek at the past, present and future. Unfortunately, a powerful force prevented him.
"Damn! If not because of that damnable 'man', curse you White Heavenly!!!" He cursed.
"Should I use my 'puppet'?" He asked himself.
He then proceeded to use his 'puppet'. [If not for that hateful White Heavenly, I wouldn't need to do this troublesome thing!] He cursed as he tried to connect with his 'puppet'
Within his mind, a young and handsome face of a man formed. He frowned, "So young and it seems he is trying to create his own cultivation system? It seems he is still at the beginning of his cultivation system."
He then became silent and calculated something.
"Hmmmph, the younger the better, he shouldn't be able to grow outside my calculations when the Great Calamity arrives again."
After realizing this, the figure relaxed and calmed down. He closed his eyes and continued his slumber.
His surroundings stopped shaking and entered into a calm state.
The next time he wakes up, the Great Calamity will arrive.
***
Azrael looked boldly in the night sky where thick, dark clouds formed and lightning thundered throughout the sky.
Fortunately, he already formed a formation in advance to prevent others from seeing and hearing this apocalyptic picture, if not, the whole city would be in chaos let alone the Rose estate.
"Come." He uttered. He is currently floating in the air. With his current cultivation, it should be impossible for him to fly or float. But ordinary he was not.
Purple lightning crashed towards him wanting to send him six feet below the ground.
Azrael's only response to the aggressive heaven was to open his mouth. Yes, he opened his mouth.
As the purple lightning struck him, he delightfully swallowed it!
The Heaven, as if provoked, sent a more powerful purple lightning. However, the same as before, Azrael swallowed all of it.
This scene was repeated multiple times before the thick dark clouds dispersed.
"Thanks for the food."
***
Thud!
The door opened and Bianca boldly entered Azrael's room. She walked straight at Azrael who was currently sitting on his bed. She stopped in front and sat on his lap. She wrapped her slender hand around his neck and snuggled her face on his chest.
"How's your cultivation? Does the lightning hurt?" She asked softly.
Azrael's formation prevented others from seeing what happened earlier except for one person. That person was the woman currently snuggling her face on his chest. He did that to impress his wife. Yes, to impress his wife, to let her see his invincibility.
"How could your invincible man be hurt by that lightning? Does the little event earlier excite you?" He asked teasingly.
"Un." She nodded, her face flushed. The excitement and lust were evident on her face that was nearing Azrael's. "No one really makes me this excited but you." She suddenly nibbled Azrael's lower lips.
Her action caused his blood to boil once more.
Thus, another passionate night ensued.