Endless Debt-Chapter 945 - 50: Infinite Sharpness (Part 2)
The blue glow illuminated Bologue’s cheeks, adding a touch of mystery and coldness to his aura; Bologue could feel an unprecedented strength within himself.
The Ethereal Realm and astronauts occupied so much of Bologue’s thoughts that he almost forgot he had reached this point.
Clad in a Red Robe, a Negative Bishop.
In this third year, Bologue became a Negative Power User, positioned at the third tier of the Extraordinary Ladder, crossing the watershed barrier.
Pure ether flowed silently, the power of command raced along Bologue’s veins, the yet-to-be-formed Alchemy Matrix awaited Bologue’s weaving, growing and extending into the form he envisioned.
The Secret Energy was not yet fully renewed, but Bologue could sense the anomaly in his body—his sense of power was far more abundant than before, his senses extraordinarily acute, especially his affinity with ether.
Bologue felt that if he refined a bit more, he could master the Ethereal Perception, an Ethereal Skill, where every ether change within his domain could not escape his eyes.
Then came the most significant change.
Etherealization.
The mortal flesh was transcended at this moment; however, Bologue had only been a Negative Power User for a few hours, the degree of etherealization in his body was minimal and would require time and the washing of ether affinity for noticeable change.
Bologue slowly clenched his fist, releasing his ether, the ground around him cracked and collapsed.
This is the Scholars’ Hall and the Cultivation Room, filled to the brim with a powerful Void Realm, even a Negative Power User could hardly shake the Cultivation Room, solid as cast iron, but it bowed to Bologue’s power.
The expansion of power lasted only a few seconds; Bologue didn’t want to attract the Cultivation Room’s attention, as his power waned, the surrounding bricks started to heal themselves back to their original form.
Overlord Xilin.
Bologue, the origin body of the Alchemy Matrix.
Bologue always felt a sense of regret, he had never seen the living Xilin, nor witnessed the manifestation of his true power.
Many Extraordinary Influences possess a few sets of highly mature Alchemy Matrices, honed over hundreds of years through trial and error, optimized to the extreme, choosing between Narrow and Sharp and Broad and Blunt, thus called the Perfect Path.
Palmer follows the Path of Wind Fury, the Clarks’ Perfect Path, which maximizes the power of "Wind Source."
Unlike those with accumulated legacies, Bologue’s path relies only on Xilin, who has fallen, to grow his Alchemy Matrix in a chosen direction based on his own judgment.
He strides towards the combat room, recalling the advancement tendencies from previous stages and the various combat issues he encountered.
According to the Order Bureau’s description of Xilin’s power, Bologue infers Xilin’s inclination was towards Broad and Blunt, as only through expansion could such large-scale disaster be triggered instantly.
After realizing this, Bologue found he could not redo or even replicate Xilin’s path, as he has been following the Narrow and Sharp inclination from the beginning.
"There’s no need to mimic him..."
Bologue won’t be defeated; he just needs some time to think things through and regain his vigor.
The power of the Negative Power User instilled in Bologue a natural confidence; the feel of wielding such power was mesmerizing, and since he had embarked on the Narrow and Sharp path, Bologue felt he might as well continue down it, just like he thought during his advancement to Prayer Believer.
The path of Polarization.
To move towards absolute extremes within a single inclination, and now, Bologue already had preliminary thoughts on the upcoming extremities.
"Narrower, sharper, more microscopic..."
Bologue murmured softly, suddenly stopping, closing his eyes. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
The yet-to-form and ever-changing Alchemy Matrix on the surface resembled ink spreading out, numerous wispy lines, their transformations began to slow; the fluctuating light surged for a moment, then settled down with no starlight revealed.
Bologue often fell into mental exhaustion as he, like a pathological Tyrant, wanted to control everything, and those things outside his grasp always caused him unease.
Grasping the essence of things.
The essence of power.
The Alchemy Matrix growing within the soul expanded further; the supporting branches didn’t spread outward but instead began to retract, resembling a pillar supporting the heavens and earth, turning into straight giant wood.
Bologue opened his eyes, a faint light appeared on his surface once more, only this time, the swirling patterns solidified and remained stationary.
High concentrations of ether retained within the Alchemy Matrix began to overflow, droplets of ether condensation arose, clustering, boiling like steam dissipating after overheating.
Bologue maintained his high enthusiasm; a few minutes later, he arrived at the empty combat room, protected by the Cultivation Room, where Bologue could unleash his fury without worry.
After each advancement, Bologue tested his new Secret Energy here to see if it grew into the power he desired.
Bologue took a deep breath, ether surged within him, gathering together and then erupting.
The Negative Power Tier’s power exploded instantly, the expanding ether created a domain tens of meters around Bologue, unlike the Flame of the Cauldron, marked by specific flames, this time it was silent, ether penetrated the ground, stone pillars emerged.
Bologue stood still, conjuring a thought, an intention, the stone pillars shattered, spikes erupted from the earth, this time Bologue’s command ignored spatial limitations, ether silently seeped through, enabling manipulation.
A spike rose before Bologue, piercing his palm; blood flowed, not dripping but twisting, solidifying, a Blood Blade grasped by Bologue.
Power of Command broke through limits once more; Bologue was no longer confined to solids, liquid too came under his command.
With a flick, several crimson sword flowers whirled, Bologue knelt to one knee, pressing his palm against the ground, the Blood Sword inserted beneath, as he prepared to attempt another power.
Command over liquid was merely post-advancement limit breaking, what truly concerned Bologue was the power he could wield after the extreme Narrow and Sharp transformation.
Bologue concentrated on the extension of ether penetrating the Cultivation Room, faintly perceiving countless woven lights forming a great net as his ether surged forward, penetrating through defense layers.
After a brief stalemate, the suppressed ether was released, Bologue’s power penetrated through multiple defenses, he succeeded.
Instantly, this area ceased to be dominated by the Cultivation Room, coming under Bologue’s command.
Following the path of Polarization, Bologue’s inclination was seized usurpation; after a brief confrontation, he successfully seized control of this area, bringing it under his command.
But this was not the limit of Bologue’s Secret Energy; what if such power targeted a hostile Condenser?
As long as Bologue could contact the opponent, maintain proximity, he was confident he could shatter the enemy’s Rectangular Soul Critical, completely control their ether, then...
Scarlet Blood Blade would erupt from within the opponent.
"Secret Energy·Commanding Decree."
This is the name Bologue chose for this stage of Secret Energy, but before he could indulge in that bloody fantasy, the piercing alarm echoed as the Cultivation Room realized this area was out of control, identifying Bologue as an intruder.
A vast amount of ether filled the surrounding walls, furiously reinforcing the Cultivation Room, Bologue only felt he was training his Secret Energy, but to the Cultivation Room, it sensed the return of its enemy.
The enemy that was supposed to be dead.
