Chapter 467
Deep within the forest, he scoured the ranks of demon beasts, sifting through generations of mutations and latent abilities. Eventually, he found them—creatures with a natural affinity for space. At first, they were weak, their talents underdeveloped, their grasp of spatial manipulation crude at best. But that would change.
He initiated a project, an experiment of selective breeding and forced evolution. Through careful cultivation, he guided their development, ensuring that with each successive generation, their affinity for space grew stronger, their abilities refined. What was once a mere flicker of talent soon became an innate force, woven into their very being.
And then, when his work bore fruit—when one side of his cursed forest had become a breeding ground for creatures steeped in spatial energy—he claimed his reward.
There was no celebration for their newfound strength. No era of prosperity for the race that had unknowingly served his purpose.
Instead, they were torn apart.
Their bodies were shattered, every piece of their flesh and bone repurposed. Their very essence was scattered and buried at the forest’s boundaries, fusing their spatial energy into the fabric of his claimed land.
It was during this time, as he moved methodically through his cursed domain, laying down the intricate spellwork necessary to birth a space boundary, that his ambition evolved.
A realization struck him—why stop at merely creating a barrier? What if he could take it a step further? What if he could merge his personal domain with the very fabric of the space boundary he was about to construct?
The thought ignited something within him, a hunger for creation that surpassed mere survival or territorial dominance. This was not just about establishing control over the cursed forest—it was about transcending it. If he succeeded, he would possess a domain untethered from the physical world, a realm truly his own.
And so, he acted.
With the groundwork meticulously laid, he reached the final stage of his grand design. At the heart of the lake, buried deep beneath the violet-hued waters, a pulsating core began to stir—the Heart, an ancient and powerful organ formed from the main consciousness body and it’s condensed lifeforce. It had lain dormant for years, but now, under the influence of his spell, it began to beat.