A few months passed.

The cave had no windows, no noise from the sect above, and no interruptions.

Damon rolled his neck and stood.

He reached into his storage ring and pulled out the Chaos Devourer Sword.

The blade was black, not the flat black of painted metal but the kind of black that seemed to pull light into it and keep it.

The edge caught the cave’s glow and held it in a thin line, like a crack in the world rather than a sword.

He had spent the first month on Form One alone.

Chaos Slash had looked simple on paper.

Channel spiritual energy along the blade, release it as a compressed strike, fracture the space ahead into a traveling tear.

But the execution was something else entirely.

It had taken him three weeks to stop fighting the sword and start listening to it.

By the end of week four, the spatial tear was clean, straight, and traveled the full fifty meters without collapsing.

[Form One: Chaos Slash]

[Description: The user channels spiritual energy along the blade and releases it as a single compressed strike. The strike fractures the space directly in front of the blade, creating a spatial tear that travels in a straight line for up to fifty meters. Any object, technique, or barrier caught in the tear is devoured by the sword’s strike unless the target possesses a cultivation realm two full stages above the user.]

[Mastery: 100%]

[Form Two: Chaos Blade]

[Description: The user channels spiritual energy along the blade and keep it in the sword. The sword will be imbued by space element. Any object, technique, or barrier touch it will be devoured by the sword’s blade.]

[Mastery: 100%]

The second form had come faster once he understood the logic behind the first.

Chaos Slash threw the space element outward, a projectile that devoured whatever it passed through.

Chaos Blade kept it on the sword itself.

The spatial energy wrapped the blade’s edge and stayed there, as a constant layer that devoured any spiritual energy it made contact with.

It was the same principle as Sword Qi coating a blade.

Any technique, any barrier, any spiritual energy reinforcing an opponent’s body or weapon, the moment his blade touched it, the Chaos Blade form ate it.

He had tested it against the cave wall, which was reinforced with a formation array Selene had told him could withstand an King Spirit Realm cultivator’s full output.

The sword had gone through it like it wasn’t there.

He had spent a week repairing the wall before Selene noticed.

[Form Three Unlocked: Chaos Wave]

[Description: The user channels spiritual energy along the blade and releases it as a single slash. The strike fast forward time and multiply by ten.]

[Mastery: 50%]

The third form was different from the first two in a way that took him a full week just to understand conceptually.

Forms One and Two worked with space.

Chaos Wave worked with time.

The description had been short.

’A single slash multiplied by ten.’

He had read it three times and still hadn’t understood it until he attempted it.

The technique didn’t create ten separate strikes.

It took one strike and accelerated the time around the blade’s path, forcing the same slash to occur ten times inside the span of a single motion.

To anyone watching, it looked like one swing but what landed was ten.

The first attempt had knocked him off his feet and cracked two of his ribs.

The time element didn’t behave like space.

Space was geometric, it had edges and directions he could feel and navigate. Time was pressure.

Using Chaos Wave felt like trying to hold a river still with both hands while also swinging a sword with them.

His time affinity was at fifty.

It had made the learning process brutal.

He had spent the entire third month on this form alone, failing more than he succeeded, eating recovery pills like they were food, and waking up on the cave floor more times than he could count.

But by the end of the twelfth week, the motion was clean.

One swing. Ten impacts. No visible difference in the strike itself.

He stored the sword and checked his status.

[Name: Damon Arcknight]

[Age: 18]

[Cultivation: Earth Spirit Realm - First Level]

[True Cultivation: Heavenly Spirit Realm - First Level] [Can advance with lust point]

[Affinities: Fire: 80, Water: 140, Ice: 180, Wind: 80, Earth: 80, Lightning: 330, Nature: 80, Light: 80, Dark: 200, Space: 50, Time: 50, Sword: 115] [Can be upgraded with the lust point]

[Spiritual Roots: Elemental Spiritual Roots] [Heaven Grade - Peak] [Can be upgraded with the lust point, and new roots can be bought in the lust store]

[Bloodline: Blood of Incubus Lord] [Earth Grade - Low] [Can be upgraded with lust point]

[Physique: Body of Incubus Lord] [Earth Grade - Low] [Can be upgraded with lust point]

[Lust points: 6,550,000]

[Harem Members: Ariel Aquaria, Mio Nightrider, Mia Nightrider, Selene Frostborn]

[Beasts Bonds: Neko [Heavenly White Tiger]]

[Ability: Incubus Touch, Incubus Aura, Incubus Celestial Eyes, Incubus Fluid, Incubus Dream, Polymorph]

Damon adjust his cultivation to the First Level of Earth Spirit Realm.

Since the tournament come closer he decide to end his training.

Damon walked to the cave entrance and pressed his palm against the stone door.

The barrier array dissolved with a soft click, and cold mountain air rolled in from the corridor beyond.

He stepped out.

The path back to Selene’s mansion was steep and narrow, carved into the mountain’s face with nothing but open sky to the left.

The sect spread out far below him, rooftops and training courts and the distant glint of the grand arena catching the afternoon light.

Three months.

The tournament was in four weeks.

He rolled his shoulders and started walking.

The mansion came into view as he rounded the last bend.

The front courtyard was quiet, the stone tiles dusted with a thin layer of frost the way they always were this high up.

Then the door burst open.

Neko shot out first, tiger ears flat against her silver hair, and slammed into his chest hard enough to stagger him a full step back.

"Master! You are back," she scream rub her face into his collar with her tail whipping side to side.