I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 378: Enough!
He frowned slightly and stepped inside the house.
It was neat. Too neat.
Then he saw it.
A folded piece of paper was resting on the table.
Victor picked it up.
The handwriting was familiar... unmistakably belonging to Tarkos.
> "You disappeared again, bastard. I had pressing matters to attend to. Couldn’t wait for your return. But we’ll meet up at the hidden legacy realm on the day the exploration begins. Don’t die before I get back."
"And Fang Chen—"
"If you’re reading this, it means things are about to get interesting."
Victor smiled faintly.
"So you’re still alive," he murmured but then paused.
"This note was is dated six months ago... how did he know about the hidden legacy realm if it wasn’t announced yet at that time?"
His brows knit together.
"How did he know?"
The Hidden Legacy Realm hadn’t been publicly announced until recently. Even the sect elders had only learned of it through imperial channels not long ago. Yet Tarkos had written that line with confidence, as if he had known something was coming long before anyone else.
Victor exhaled slowly.
"Tarkos... you’re always like this."
Although he had known Tarkos as an assassin, there was a lot of crypticism attached to Tarkos background.
It was another mystery added to the growing list—Ascendant Realms, Bai Feng, time displacement, the Void Emperor lineage, Tarkos’ strange foresight. He folded the note carefully and stored it away.
"I’ll ask you when we meet again," Victor said quietly. "You’d better have answers."
Victor closed the door to his core disciple residence and activated the privacy formations around the courtyard. Violet runes flared briefly along the walls before fading, sealing the space completely from external interference.
Silence settled in.
This was his domain now.
"Six months," Victor murmured. "That’s all the time I have."
Six months to face juniors who could rival elders.
Six months to prepare for a realm that rejected cultivators over two hundred years old—meaning whatever legacy lay within was ancient, selective, and likely lethal.
Six months to push his foundation beyond what was considered reasonable.
Victor sat cross-legged at the center of the cultivation chamber and reached into his storage.
One by one, items appeared before him, floating gently in the air.
Twelve resources.
And each one radiated danger and promise in equal measure.
A translucent system panel unfolded automatically.
> [Cultivation Resources Detected]
Quantity: 12
Quality: High
Warning: Improper absorption may result in
• Meridional collapse
• Soul instability
• Bloodline rejection
Victor’s lips curled slightly.
"Good thing I’m not improper."
He began examining them one by one.
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1. Azure Soul Crystal
A crystalline shard glowing with deep blue light and throbbing rhythmically like a heartbeat.
> Effect:
• Strengthens Nascent Soul cohesion
• Increases Soul Transformation success rate
• Enhances soul perception
"This will stabilize my soul during breakthrough," Victor noted. "But if I absorb it after breaking through, the effect would be wasted."
He set it aside.
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2. Void-Touched Spirit Marrow
A viscous, dark-silver substance sealed within a jade vial.
> Effect:
• Enhances compatibility with spatial abilities
• Increases Void Emperor Bloodline resonance
• Risk: Severe internal tearing if absorbed too quickly
Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"This one’s dangerous."
But dangerous was good.
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3. Ninefold Dragon Bone Powder
A small box containing shimmering white powder, each grain radiating faint draconic pressure.
> Effect:
• Strengthens physique
• Enhances qi circulation capacity
• Permanent physical reinforcement
Victor nodded.
"My physique is still only Higher Bronze. This could push it further."
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4. Heavenly Meridian Dew
A translucent liquid that refracted light unnaturally.
> Effect:
• Expands and purifies meridians
• Reduces qi backlash during high-output techniques
"Necessary," Victor said calmly.
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And so it continued.
Spirit fruits aged over centuries.
Flame–frost dual-aspect stones.
A sealed pill made from beast cores and imperial herbs.
An ancient talisman designed to anchor one’s cultivation during forced breakthroughs.
By the time Victor finished examining them all, his mind was already constructing an absorption plan.
He took a deep breath.
"I won’t break through yet," he decided.
If he entered Soul Transformation Realm now, the benefits of many of these resources would diminish. The true value lay in layering boons, stacking advantages, and then breaking through in one decisive leap.
He opened another panel.
> [Cultivation Status]
Realm: Peak Nascent Soul
Breakthrough Readiness: 99.1%
Note:
Delaying breakthrough may result in
• Increased difficulty
• Greater reward upon success
Victor smiled faintly.
"That’s exactly what I want."
Victor started with the safest foundation.
The Heavenly Meridian Dew.
Victor uncorked the vial and drank it in one smooth motion.
Instantly, a cool sensation spread through his body, flowing along his meridians like liquid light. He closed his eyes and guided the energy deliberately, reinforcing weaker pathways, smoothing rough edges left behind by years of intense cultivation.
> [System Notification]
Heavenly Meridian Dew absorbed successfully.
Meridian Capacity increased.
Qi flow efficiency +8%.
Victor exhaled slowly.
’No pain... good.’
Next came the Ninefold Dragon Bone Powder.
He sprinkled the powder into his palm and swallowed it dry.
Immediately he felt the brutal effects.
His bones ignited.
A burning pain spread through his skeleton as draconic energy fused with his structure, reinforcing it layer by layer. Victor’s muscles tensed violently and sweat poured down his face as he endured the process without a sound.
> [Warning]
Physique undergoing forced reinforcement.
Pain threshold exceeded.
Victor clenched his jaw.
"This is nothing."
Minutes passed.
Then finally—
> [System Notification]
Ninefold Dragon Bone Powder fully assimilated.
Physique Grade increased: Higher Bronze → Peak Bronze.
Strength +12%.
Durability +15%.
Victor opened his eyes, breathing evenly.
His body felt denser...
He could tell that this might impact his speed a little since it made him a little heavier but at the very least, he had better defense now.
Hours later, Victor finally turned to the most dangerous item.
The Void-Touched Spirit Marrow.
He stared at it for a long moment.
"If I mess this up," he murmured, "even Celestial Restoration might not save me."
He didn’t hesitate further.
Victor consumed the marrow.
Dark-silver energy exploded within his dantian, immediately attempting to tear through his internal structure. Space around his body warped subtly causing the chamber to creak as pressure spiked.
Victor activated Void Emperor Bloodline instantly.
Space bent with him instead of against him.
He guided the violent energy through his channels, forcing it to harmonize rather than dominate. His Nascent Soul trembled, absorbing traces of spatial law directly.
> [System Notification]
Void-Touched Spirit Marrow assimilation in progress...
Bloodline resonance increased.
Spatial affinity strengthened.
Pain lanced through his skull but Victor anchored himself.
"Focus."
Minutes stretched into an hour.
Finally—
> [System Notification]
Void-Touched Spirit Marrow successfully assimilated.
Void Emperor Bloodline synergy increased.
Spatial manipulation efficiency +10%.
Victor sagged slightly before steadying himself.
That one... mattered.
In the blink of an eye, four days had already gone by.
Victor absorbed resource after resource, carefully spacing them out, allowing his body and soul to adapt. Each absorption pushed him closer to the edge of his Nascent Soul... swelling, compressing and growing increasingly refined. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Every night, he felt it...
The threshold of Soul Transformation Realm calling to him.
But Victor refused.
’Not yet.’
> [System Notification]
Breakthrough imminent.
Warning: Further suppression may cause instability.
Victor dismissed it calmly.
"I know."
He wasn’t running from the breakthrough.
He was preparing to dominate it.
When he finally stepped into Soul Transformation Realm, it wouldn’t be ordinary.
It would be overwhelming.
He opened his eyes, steadying his gaze.
"Six months," Victor said softly. "Barely enough time to manage both the happenings in my world and Ascendant Realms..."
His aura stirred deeply...
"But I will make it count."
...
...
Another day went by in a flash and at this point, Victor’s cultivation chamber had become unnaturally still.
The air itself felt thick, as if space were resisting being occupied. Violet Springs Sect’s core disciples area defensive formations groaned faintly at the edges of the courtyard with runes flickering in warning as they struggled to stabilize the pressure leaking out from the room where Victor sat.
He was seated at the center, cross-legged, spine straight and eyes closed.
His breathing was slow and Inside him, everything was trembling.
Over the past couple of days, Victor had continued what most cultivators would consider lunacy.
He kept suppressing.
Each time his cultivation reached the natural breaking point of Peak Nascent Soul Realm, he forced it back down by compressing it further.
Again...
And again...
And again.
The sect-provided resources were no longer enough; Victor had supplemented them with his own—Qilin essence refined from the corpses he carried, frost-qi infused marrow, void-aligned minerals that should never have been consumed by a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Every absorption added another layer.
Every layer made the next one harder.
By the fourth consolidation, even his Void Emperor Bloodline began to protest.
> [System Warning]
Foundation compression exceeds safe threshold.
Current reinforcement cycles: 4
Recommended maximum: 1–2
Victor ignored it.
And by the fifth?
The warnings escalated.
> [CRITICAL WARNING]
Nascent Soul instability detected.
Qi density approaching catastrophic levels.
Immediate breakthrough strongly advised.
Victor’s skin glowed faintly white beneath his robes. Veins pulsed with condensed qi so dense it distorted the light around his body. His Nascent Soul which was normally a translucent miniature of himself... had grown heavy and almost opaque, wrapped in layers of reinforced soul-shells.
Each shell was a foundation.
Each one screamed potential.
But also risk.
His dantian felt like a collapsing star.
Victor’s eyes finally opened.
"...Enough."
