Lex stood up and then moved calmly towards the broken sword. He could feel the remnants of its “spirit will” lingering like dying embers in the void. With just a thought, his will surged forward, sweeping over the weapon like an erasing tide. In an instant, the last trace of its former consciousness was erased.
There was no resistance and no struggle—only a quiet obliteration. The sword, now just an object stripped of any sentience, hovered in the air. Lex reached out and placed it into his pocket dimension, where it joined the countless other weapons he had collected.
He exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting across the ruined room. There was nothing left for him here, and without hesitation, he turned and left. His footsteps were soundless against the cold marble floor. After just a few moments, he reached the next room.
Lex’s eyes swept over the room, his gaze locking onto the remnants of chaotic plants scattered throughout the space. These long-dead plants still radiated traces of Origin Law energy, their faded presence hinting at the sheer power they once contained.
However, what truly captured his attention lay further ahead—a glass box inscribed with runic language:
“ᚹᛟᚱᛚᛞ ᛏᚱᛖᛖ”
Lex’s mind instinctively translated the words. World Tree. Inside the glass container lay two small seeds, brimming with unfathomable energy. Even with his vast understanding, Lex could immediately sense their terrifying potential—they weren’t ordinary seeds. They were from a World Tree of the Voidsea.
His mind raced.
World Trees were beyond rare, even in the Voidsea. Their existence stood at the pinnacle of plant-type entities. Each one was an embodiment of multiple Daos, refining and storing its essence within its very being.
These seeds contained the Dao of Space, the Dao of Stars, the Dao of Wood, and the Dao of Water. Such a combination was unheard of. A seed containing even a single high-tier Dao was already priceless. But one with several Daos merged together? Even in the Voidsea, such a treasure was enough to incite wars between powerful Dao Seekers.
And here, before him, lay two. Lex’s fingers hovered over the glass box, his thoughts surging. There was only one possible owner of these seeds—Crolis’s mentor.
He had seen Crolis asking for these seeds from the remnants of memory he retained. But the reason?
He didn’t know. Lex had discarded that portion of the memory, deeming it irrelevant at the time. Now, however…He realized that he may have overlooked something crucial.
Lex took all the herbs and seeds, storing them within his pocket dimension before proceeding to the next room.
This room was unlike any other; it was lined with ancient shelves and resembled a library of knowledge. The shelves were filled with books that emanated faint traces of power. His gaze swept across the titles, and he instantly recognized their significance. These weren't ordinary texts; they contained secret techniques.
Some focused on Dao application, or in other words, Dao techniques—methods of using the Dao beyond its raw form. However, as he scanned the shelves, he noticed something peculiar. There were only seven Dao techniques.
The rest?
They contained Origin techniques—powerful methods refined and deduced from the Origin Laws. These books were categorized As origin Combat Techniques – Martial applications of Origin Law, allowing one to fight with pure conceptual force. Origin Spells—Techniques that harness the very fabric of the universe and are capable of rewriting reality. Origin Body Refining Techniques—Methods of transforming one’s body to endure and manipulate Origin Law, creating nearly indestructible physiques. Origin Soul Forging Techniques—Techniques that allow the soul to be refined, strengthened, and even evolve beyond natural limits.
Lex’s gaze then shifted toward another shelf. Unlike the previous one, this shelf was in ruins. The books here were damaged, and many were missing entire sections; only fragments of their knowledge remained. Lex extended his hand, brushing over the remnants, his mind analyzing the content, and he found that they were alchemy techniques.
Most of the damaged books contained information on alchemy techniques but were too badly ruined to recover easily. He frowned at this; it suggested that whoever had taken the original texts had likely left in a hurry, or perhaps a battle had erupted in this place.
He wasn’t ready to dismiss what was left behind. Even these fragments held knowledge he didn’t possess. Lex carefully collected all the Dao techniques, Origin techniques, and even the damaged alchemy books, storing them in his pocket dimension. He sensed that this place still had much more to offer beyond these remnants.
Stolen novel; please report.
Lex's gaze fell upon a solitary book, an anomaly among the scattered remains of other texts. His curiosity piqued, he reached forward, but the moment his fingers neared the cover—Boom!
A silent force repelled him, but it didn't faze him. Instead of using brute force, he extended his consciousness, weaving through the layers of protection to seek the truth hidden beneath. Then he found it: the book was a sealed book.
It was sealed by two mechanisms, each designed to deter all but the most unfathomable beings. The first mechanism was a Dao puzzle—one that required expertise in 3,000 Daos to solve the puzzle.
“Three thousand Daos?” Lex thought to himself. “That is absurd! Even in the Voidsea, where laws shatter, and reality bends to the will of the strong, no one would dare to impose such an outrageous requirement.”
The vast majority of beings in the Voidsea dedicated themselves to a single Dao, which they had developed from their Origin Law, refining and perfecting it over countless epochs. Those who pursued multiple Daos were rare and, even then, barely scratched the surface of their potential.
The strongest known Dao seeker in the Voidsea, the ruler of the greatest empire in the Voidsea, had comprehended 81 Daos, a feat considered monstrous. Yet, this book demanded 3,000.
“What kind of lunatic would set such a condition?” Lex mused. The answer was clear—this book was not meant for the average Dao seekers or even elite Dao seekers but for the monstrous Dao seekers. Lex even thought that the reason why this book was here was because most beings thought it was absurd or they didn't even care.
The second mechanism was the Dao Sovereign Realm. If the first requirement was unfathomable, the second was no less daunting. To bypass this barrier, one had to reach the Dao Sovereign Realm.
For most, this would seem distant, impossible even. But the method was simple in theory—comprehend nine Daos to their peak and merge with them.
Lex smirked. “Simple? No. But at least it’s straightforward.” Yet something about it bothered him. “I doubt the creator of this book merely wanted someone to merge with nine Daos. If they demanded comprehension of 3,000 Daos, then the second requirement must scale accordingly.”
A chilling thought crossed his mind. “What if they want someone to merge with 3,000 Daos?” He paused, then shook his head. “Why am I even thinking about this? I’m not even a Dao Initiate yet, and here I am concerning myself with Dao Sovereigns.”
This book was still far beyond his grasp, even for someone like him. But that didn’t bother him. Because he knew one thing for certain. It wouldn’t stay beyond his grasp forever.
Lex placed the sealed book into his pocket dimension, his voice calm yet resolute. “Wait for me to reach the Dao Sovereign Realm.” and without sparing it another thought, he moved onward.
He entered another room, its vast interior lined with floating suits of armor. Some radiated mystical auras, remnants of Origin Laws, while others shimmered with the faint, almost imperceptible glow of weaker Daos. These were relics of battles long past, armor once worn by those who aimed once to defy the Voidsea itself.
He reached out, touching one lightly. Despite being ancient and battle-worn, the armor was still indestructible by any means below the Dao level. Lex nodded in approval as he said. “They will serve their purpose.” as he collected them all.
In another room, piles of coins lay scattered, stacked haphazardly as if once treasured but now long forgotten. Lex glanced at them Chaotic Coins—the lowest currency in the Voidsea. Among them were a handful of Dao Coins, worth far more, but he had no need for either at his current stage.
Still, wealth was a tool, and tools should not be wasted. With a wave of his hand, he swept everything into his pocket dimension.
Days passed.
Room after room, he scoured and emptied the ruin. When he was done, he stood in the center of what had once been a great stronghold, now reduced to barren floors and empty walls.
Yet something nagged at him.
He frowned.
“I’m missing something.” His gaze swept the surroundings, analyzing every detail of the structure, every brick, every pillar, every fragment of ancient material that remained.
“Yes, that’s it.” A realization struck him: this ruin was a relic, a structure forged from materials that had withstood the tides of time in the Voidsea. It was far beyond the crude buildings of the origin island he made. It was resilient, forged from elements that carried fragments of Daos, materials that had been tempered by chaotic storms and primordial forces.
Lex smirked. “If I am to have a home on Origin Island, then why not make it from something worthy?” He raised his hand, and the ground trembled, the walls cracked, and the entire structure quivered as his will wrapped around every brick, every fragment, and material that made up the ruin. And with a single thought, he took everything. Not a single stone was left behind. Everything vanished, absorbed into his pocket dimension.
The frozen continent drifted lifelessly, stripped bare of its history as if it had been robbed of its very identity. Lex had taken everything of value—every structure, every material, every trace of what once stood there. Now, only an empty husk remained, abandoned in the endless void.
Without hesitation, Lex reappeared on Origin Island, his domain. When he arrived, he began reconstructing his home, seamlessly replacing the old foundation with the superior materials he had obtained.
“This will do,” Lex thought, watching as his home reshaped itself, now indestructible, impervious to decay.
Satisfied, he turned his focus to the garden. With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the chaotic plants and seeds, each pulsing with traces of Origin Laws. He planted them carefully, ensuring that the origin soil of Origin Island would nurture them to their fullest potential.
Then, his gaze shifted to the two seeds. Lex held the World Tree Seeds for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without hesitation, he dropped them into the Origin Ocean, as he felt that doing so would yield unexpected results instead of planting them.
The moment they touched the water, they sank rapidly, drawn into the deepest layers of the Origin Ocean, where pure Origin Energy resided in its most primal state.
Then, the unexpected happened. The two seeds merged into one instead of remaining separate. A transformation began. Then silence followed.
Lex remained above the Origin Ocean, his face calm and his gaze unwavering. After a long pause, the Origin Ocean trembled. Once placid and endless, the waters surged violently as if the foundation of reality was shaking. Origin Ocean had been disturbed. Origin Energy, vast and infinite, began to dwindle, vanishing at an alarming rate as the newly formed seed absorbed it.
Lex’s eyes narrowed. He could sense the sheer insatiability of this new seed, absorbing Origin Energy as if it had no limit. Without hesitation, Lex materialized the crystal ball, his most priceless artifact, and activated one of its abilities—Cost Reduction.
The crystal ball left Lex’s palm, hovering just above the Origin Ocean. Then, it began to rotate.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Its presence stabilized the massive energy drain until it blurred into an indistinguishable sphere of pure motion. Yet, instead of decreasing, the rate at which Origin Energy was consumed increased even further.
Lex's gaze remained impassive, but his mind was sharp as he observed, calculated, and anticipated.
At first glance, it seemed like a loss. However, he soon noticed something remarkable: as the energy was drained, it was instantly replenished. The Origin Ocean, an endless reservoir, was generating new Origin Energy from the crystal ball at a rate that matched the amount being absorbed.
As Lex watched in silence, the seed continued to consume everything around it. "What kind of existence is being born from such a transformation?" he thought to himself. After several minutes, the intensity of the absorption increased. Lex frowned and said, “This is… something else.” He pondered whether this creation would become a weapon, a tool, or something entirely different; he would find out in due time. With one last glance at the turbulent ocean, he turned and walked away, reflecting, "The tree will reveal itself in time. And when it does… I will be ready."