Is that a Wisp?
chapter-1491-30041322

Both Hazak and Gegrafikan were curious about Hazak's origins and Hishe's intention for making the demon race the major race of Layer 2 of the Sub-Realm he had created.

After all, it was apparent that things weren't as simple as they seemed. It was also puzzling as to why only Hazak exhibited these changes while the rest of the demons remained normal cultivators.

Was it because of what Krune did to Hazak back in the Sub-Realm? Or was there more to it?

They couldn't find out, for the source of all information, Hishe, was no more.

After butting heads for a while, the two could only sigh at the futile development of their research. They then focused on the Satellite Realm Core.

The reason they had been doing this was simply because it was a possibility. As long as the number of Satellite Realms increased, it would mean more resource production, leading to more Gods, also resulting in the strengthening of the Kun Realm's laws.

After all, the absence of the Tilk Realm caused the spatial storm barrier protecting the Kun Realm Cluster to become weak.

So, they were working to their fullest to bridge that vacancy. It wasn't easy to do so since they had to create large Satellite Realm Cores capable of condensing massive Satellite Realms.

Only then would they be able to reap the maximum advantage. Otherwise, if the Satellite Realm Core proved to be lacking in foundation, cultivating there would prove lacking.

There was a good chance the immortals there wouldn't even reach the Primal God Realm, not to mention becoming a God.

The greater its foundation, the greater the number of Gods it could birth. Even otherwise, they could just make the Kun Realm Spirit devour the Satellite Realm Core to strengthen itself further.

So one way or another, this was a beneficial process. And that was why Hazak and Gegrafikan joined hands to create Satellite Realm Cores.

Their abilities were perfectly suited to this endeavor. Moreover, their actions drew in more and more spatial storms, causing the strength of the spatial storm barrier to be maintained somewhat.

In the meantime, Soren was experiencing trouble, failing in his experiment.

Boom!

"Master, it seems futile. Just don't bother with me." A man that resembled a youth, possessing an ethereal figure, spoke, looking fragile for some reason.

"No," Soren gasped for air, slowly regaining some strength as he got up, speaking as he seeped his Divine Sense into the fragile-looking youth, "Heavin, you're the most talented in terms of soul cultivation. So, I'll do everything in my power to create a physical body for you. That way, you can become a God and exercise your talents to their full potential."

"Master, even if I can't cultivate like normal or tread the path of body cultivation, I'll still proceed through soul cultivation. I'll reach its peak on my own," Heavin replied. "I have that guarantee."

"Yes, you are definitely capable. I know that the best." Soren said as tears streamed from his eyes while his body trembled. "But, we don't have the freedom of time on our hands. Even growing as a God requires significant time. And as for you, your path is even more precarious. Who knows how many millions of years it might require you to reach the peak of soul cultivation or even surpass its current heights?"

Godly Energy gushed out of his body in torrents due to his emotional fluctuations as Soren was unable to control himself. "I… am useless. I failed to save my friends. The least I can do is destroy my soul so that you can use my body…"

"Soren, calm down." Wally appeared behind him, patting the raging Soren, stating after a while, "Don't do something that you would come to regret."

"I'm regretting every second of my life already." Soren trembled, stating, "First, we fell victim to a scheme and tried to break out of the Kun Realm. It resulted in most of the Gods dying, allowing the spies from other Realms to slaughter our geniuses one after another."

"I'm the Soul God! Techniques related to the soul were what I was supposed to be an expert of." Soren grunted. "But what the fuck did I do? I didn't even notice our enemies that were casually hidden in our midst. They were sneering at us while the Abolition Tower wreaked havoc wantonly for so long that it became the most feared terrorist organization."

"I had failed as the Soul God the moment I failed to detect them. And now, I couldn't even do much against the God King." He sobbed. "My attacks didn't do much against the God King, even though I've lived for so long. And that resulted in Hishe's and Luvile's death."

"So… you tell me, Wally." Soren stared blankly at Wally as he asked, "What use does someone this incompetent possess?"

"At least, if Heavin takes my everything, we'll obtain a stronger ally, one vastly more useful than me." He concluded. "Before his death, Luvile already passed on his everything to Krune. Hishe did something similar as well."

"It's time I did the same." Soren took in a deep breath, saying with a resolute tone, "Heavin will inherit my mantle."

"That and all is fine, but…" Wally stared at Heavin, asking him, "Do you think he would be able to develop further if the thought that he killed his master who he accompanied all his life?"

"Will Heavin truly be able to exercise his full potential when he's pressed down by guilt?" Wally snorted, glaring at Soren. "Don't be this weak. If we lack time, then time is what we'll fight for. We'll give enough time for the next generation to mature. And until then, we'll fight until the bitter end."

"Isn't that our task as seniors?" Wally said resolutely.

"I… am weak." Soren said, staring at Wally with a helpless gaze, "I failed to protect everyone."

"Then, did you think I protected everyone successfully? Don't kid yourself." Wally glared in anger. "For fuck's sake, I failed multiple times as well. You think I don't have regrets?"

"My race was almost annihilated once, damn it!"