I focused on transcending. Soon, words I didn't even know, somehow were coming out of my mouth, like a stream. It felt natural. No, my hammer wasn't manipulating me.

"Holtho quantal hasher Tighyt Sasomac. E, Quanlal hwasher, tantal quan."

The words went on and on. It started slowly, like a peaceful lake, but then it became fast and intense like a raging rapid. Hammers were in the water, mutiny in the air. The very mana of the planet slowly switched to blood-affinity, increasing the sense of mutiny. I was at the center of it. The mana concentration in the air went from level 60 to level 75. It stood on the threshold of diamond-section. Power was in the air. I started absorbing the insane amounts of mana created by the planet's core.

My hammer naturally came into my hand. Everything sped up. Time and space started to warp. Just then, as if things couldn't get more dramatic, a dust storm kicked up. I stood on the humble-looking platform like a god, in front of a barren waste that was turning to nothingness by my own vast amounts of power. My hair, which I had learned to manipulate with subtle amounts of mana, burst out of my control, flying around wildly. I flew up into the air, hovering twenty feet or so over the ground. To an outsider's perspective, I started glowing white.

Everything went black.

When I woke up, the clock was ticking. I only had 15 seconds to blow apart the planet in front of me. It was level 45. My stamina pool was sealed off. I knew what the best path was. I used Timesight. Once I had maxed it out, it gave a second ability, time dilation. I pushed that ability to the max it could take. I estimated I had 37.38423 seconds to break the planet. My mana was uncompressed in this space though. I forcibly compressed my mana back to normal. It hurt, but I needed to ignore the pain. I recast the time dilation, giving me 49.0392423 seconds. I would spend most of the time breaking the stamina seal, and then, with all my strength, I would break the planet, which should be easy, considering the mana unit-to-weight ratio was 5:1, and the planet would always weigh a trillion pounds. Because the planet weighed a trillion pounds, and there were 1134903170 base units of mana, and that times 50 would equal 56745158500, I needed 56,745,158,500+1,000,000,000,000 pounds of force to lift the planet. To break it, the coefficient was 1.4756228, so I'd need 1.4764601e+12 pounds of force, or 147,646,601,000 pounds of force.

That was well within my capacity of many nonillion pounds. All I needed was to break the seal.

I focused on my pools. There were three tubes. Mana, stamina, and health. All the tubes except mana were full. When I cast a spell, the resources would come out of the pool, and into some pathways. However, the pathways coming out from the stamina tube was blocked. I had to break that seal. It felt like rubber. That was the advantage of transcending on a planet that only got mana recently. I knew the procedure. I had done the simulation hundreds of times. I focused. I could do it.

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I forced all my power into a small spot around it. Eight seconds gone. My transcendence. Most of my health and mana. My Truth. My stamina raged from the inside. The violent whirlpool around the seal wore it down. I forced my willpower, the very essence of my being, into the seal.

It blew up. Hard. I was barely able to cast a weak spell, and the pain I was enduring would have caused a level 70 to collapse within a second. I endured. This was the way the strongest physical warriors used. My entire body was screaming in agony, screaming at me to stop. My willpower resisted. My body resisted my mind.

It was a feeling I hadn't felt since I reached gold-category. Extreme agony. Some would call it torture. I checked the time. Four seconds left. I suppressed all feeling. I could only strike.

I gathered all my power in my fist. And I hit the planet.

The clock struck zero, and I barely had time to register that not only had I broken the planet, but the universe was collapsing around my hand. In that spit second, there was only a planet of space left, with that being the speed of the universe's destruction.

I was back in my body. The terrible effects of the transcendence had taken their toll on my real body. I was no longer on a platform. I was in a large crater. I was in extreme agony. I wanted nothing more then rest, and pain subduction. So I indulged. Knowing that I would live 5.76e+17, or 57,600,000,000,000,000 years, if my lifespan was average, I knew it was okay to waste time. I was hardly a few billion years old, and I could live quadrillions of years. However, most gold-sections and diamond-sections knew that they might not find an opportunity for trillions of years, so it was better not to waste too much time. However, we knew that wasting a few centuries was okay.

I instructed the simulacrum to make an announcement about the nap. I tried summoning a bed.

However, my mana would not obey. I knew my willpower, essence, and all that stuff would recover in a few centuries. I thus aimed for a 500-year nap. I knew I couldn't sleep, so I told the simulacrum to bring some pain numbers and a bed to me. The simulacrum carried it out perfectly. The pain numbers didn't help much. The bed was a small comfort, but I decided it would be better if the simulacrum carried me to my house. It carried out that order, where it could get me medicine from my proper medicine room. The painkiller was good, I drifted off to sleep.

I was transcending again. The pain increased. And again. And again.

I realized I was dreaming. No, dreams are for commoners. Shut up. I will not tolerate your presence. I dismissed my dream. They tried to infiltrate my head, but I didn't let them.

I woke up to a good band playing. The song was apparently called Painkiller. The band was my favorite type of music, what commoners called thrash metal. Most gold and diamond-sections called it Insane Truth Metal. The pain was extreme. I suppose that's why they played Painkiller. I had overslept, to 674 years. The pain was just as bad.

I knew I needed to reconstruct my pathways. Here's how it worked:

Skills were engraved onto energy pathways, which contained cores for mana, health, and stamina. I, while unblocking my cores, had blown up quite a few pathways. I needed to reconstruct them. So, I dismissed everyone who was there. I entered my secluded cultivation chamber. Now, it was time to begin a long session of secluded cultivation. The first thing I'd do was reconstruct my pathways. I'd deal with the agony, then cultivate to diamond-section.