Cultivating Immortality :I Obtained The Villain's Ascension Code-Chapter 67: Asura Nascent Soul

A faint glimmer passed through Xiao Ning’s eyes as they slowly opened, a faint sheen of crimson flickering within his pupils before vanishing without a trace.

Without hesitation, his divine sense withdrew from the sea of consciousness and sank downward—piercing through meridians, spiritual veins, and inner barriers—until it reached the depths of his dantian.

Here, within the vast interior of his cultivation core, his Nascent Soul floated silently in lotus position, surrounded by a dense field of swirling black-golden qi.

Xiao Ning’s gaze landed on the tiny figure that resembled him in every way—his true Nascent Soul, formed from the fusion of two nascent souls and quantum essence that emerged after the quantum core explosion.

"Let’s begin," he murmured as he lifted his hand.

At once, golden strands of light descended from above—manifestations of the Codex’s inner cycle nodes activating. Each thread shimmered with dense runes and microscopic formations.

One by one, these strands pierced into his Nascent Soul.

Xiao Ning’s expression remained calm.

With his consciousness in full control, he began the first phase: Partial Soul Extraction.

From within the spiritual core of the Nascent Soul, he drew out a thread of quantum essence—a thin line of light barely the width of a hair. Yet this strand pulsed with terrifying force, like the coiled potential of a star compressed into a single beam.

He clenched his hand and—

—Snap!

The strand detached, splitting into two halves.

Immediately, ripples of strange energy surged across the surface of the Nascent Soul.

The dantian trembled violently, and the surrounding spiritual qi turned turbulent.

But Xiao Ning didn’t flinch.

Instead, he carefully moved the extracted thread to a secluded region within the dantian—a stable node formed by the intersection of his Yin-Yang meridians.

Then he sat down cross-legged in front of it.

"Codex... begin imprinting."

Golden runes flowed once more, this time encircling the thread of quantum soul essence like a net of stars. Each rune carved itself into the strand with silent precision—lines and characters drawn directly from the core mantras of the Ninefold Asura Scripture.

[Imprinting initiated.]

[Quantum compression stable. Beginning resonance simulation.]

The thread suddenly pulsed.

Red-black light bloomed from within, the spiritual signature of the Asura path beginning to take root.

Even from a distance, Xiao Ning could feel the change.

It was like standing before an altar drenched in blood, hearing ancient war drums echoing across the void. The atmosphere became oppressive—furious and still, as if a thousand battle cries had been frozen in time and packed into a single breath.

It was an oppressive, bloodthirsty aura. And yet... it did not reject him, because the power was not foreign. It was his.

Xiao Ning pressed his palms together and formed a profound hand seal. Threads of his Divine Will emerged from his spirit, coiling slowly through the air.

These threads were not simply a projection of mental intent.

Divine Will was the distilled essence of a cultivator’s soul after the Nascent Soul stage—a form of spiritual command that could manipulate laws, shape reality, and imprint one’s will upon the world. In a sense, it was what allowed cultivators to begin stepping into the realm of true divinity.

The strands of Divine Will slowly wrapped around the soul-thread, layer by layer, embedding themselves deep within the growing construct.

This formed the Divine Will Anchors—invisible spiritual chains that linked the newly forming soul directly to Xiao Ning’s spirit.

No matter what happened later—whether invasion, takeover, or conflict—these anchors would ensure that he remained in control. Like nails driven into the foundation of a house, they guaranteed structural stability.

[Anchor matrix stable.]

[Proceeding to Chrono-Seal configuration...]

Xiao Ning nodded lightly. His expression was calm, but his eyes flickered with sharpness.

This was the second layer of defense.

Chrono-Seals were a type of advanced temporal formation—soul mechanisms that bent time around a target. When embedded into a spiritual construct, they formed a temporal feedback loop.

If an outside force attempted to tamper with the soul-thread, the Chrono-Seal would lock the intruder in a recursive time loop, effectively freezing them in a moment of failed possession. If the pressure persisted, the loop would collapse inward—causing the invader’s spiritual essence to self-destruct from the inside.

It was a brutal but clean mechanism—silent, impossible to detect until triggered, and almost impossible to escape.

A faint hum echoed through the dantian as the Codex’s system continued its silent operation.

One after another, pale silver seals began to form in midair—each shaped like a complex, interlocking rune with a shifting temporal core.

Xiao Ning’s gaze remained fixed on the quantum soul-thread before him. The red-black light around it had grown denser, and the frequency of its vibrations perfectly matched his own spiritual circulation.

He could feel it—this newly forming Nascent Soul was becoming a part of him.

The seals drifted downward, embedding themselves into the soul-thread one by one. As each vanished into the thread’s surface, time around the fragment rippled faintly. The illusion of countless futures bloomed and collapsed within each pulse.

[Chrono-Seals calibrated.]

[Temporal recursion established.]

[Quantum Asura Seed stabilization: 87%... 91%... 95%...]

[Construct integrity nearing threshold.]

Xiao Ning exhaled slowly and raised both palms.

From his fingertips, strands of fine crimson light emerged—fine threads refined from his Divine Will and cultivated through a secret method.

Unlike the broader anchors, these threads were meant to bind the final edges of the new Nascent Soul fragment to its spatial vessel, allowing it to be sealed, nourished, or awakened on command.

With the utmost care, he wove the fine threads around the completed Quantum Seed, knitting it into the surrounding meridian node as if wrapping a spirit embryo in layers of living silk.

The moment the last thread connected, a low chime rang out within his mind.

[Dormancy protocol activated.]

[Quantum Asura Seed fully stabilized.]

[Trap framework complete.]

The violent fluctuations that had consumed the dantian began to recede. The swirling qi around the Nascent Soul calmed, returning once more to its usual ordered rhythm. Only the faint pressure lingering in the air hinted that something profound had just taken place.

Xiao Ning opened his eyes.

His expression remained calm, but deep within those pupils, a glint of steel flashed.

"It’s done."

He cast his gaze toward the newly formed Asura Nascent Soul—hovering quietly within the Yin-Yang meridian node. It looked almost dormant, its crimson-black glow dimmed, but Xiao Ning knew better.

That was no sleeping soul.

It was a trap—a venomous scorpion waiting patiently in the darkness.

And the moment the Ninth Asura Paragon tried to make his move...

It would strike back without mercy.