Myriad Devils-Chapter 205: Drifting for a century

Cursed summoning.

He, Anon, did not need another creature’s blood. No, merely the aura of this creature was enough, and the more of its aura he fed the summon, the higher the likelihood of locking onto this opponent.

It just so happened that the darkness domain was the greatest source of the daemon’s aura.

He did not know what to say again, so he, Anon, could only reveal a beaming smile at this daemon.

This cursed creature did not appear in the physical plane.

The cursed grimoire released a purple light in this darkness, and Anon’s finger drew strange patterns on space...

Soon after, the darkness domain began trembling crazily. The darkness appeared to solidify before shattering.

The fragmented shards of darkness did not form a dark armor like before, and the void was also no more.

The white haired, three-eyed daemon stumbled back.

It did not appear physically hurt; however, it alone knew the terrors it was experiencing.

Anon seized the opportunity.

His longsword, grasped tightly within his hand, trembled with sword soul power. Though the white-haired daemon perceived Anon’s actions, a battle was already occurring within his soul...

The two clashed.

For the daemon, every one of Anon’s strikes was umpteenth times more powerful than the last, but in truth, his strength only continued to dwindle dramatically as the fight progressed.

Ancient characters filled up his vision!

It was his last vision...

.....

Anon stood atop the battle cloud, lost in silence.

The body of the white-haired daemon slowly cracked and shattered to dust, a storm of dust particles that swirled around Anon’s figure 108 times.

Though there was a pain that came with this, and his bones were continuously shattered before being remade, his gaze did not waver.

He continued staring in a particular direction, toward where the daemon had fallen. As a wielder of curse magic and as the one who summoned the cursed summon, he certainly perceived its existence.

Though he had stopped pouring magic power into the spell, instead of dissipating, it most certainly remained, observing him.

He could not see the cursed creature. After all, it was not a physical entity, and so, it did not reside within the material dimension.

However, he could perceive its gaze.

"Sigh... This again."

.....

Slaughterous energy nurtured the souls of drifters who triumphed over their opponents. This slaughterous energy descends along with the dimension’s consciousness after each life-and-death struggle.

Once a soul reaches a certain limit, the slaughterous energy would thereby bring forth a great transformation, hence souls went from mature cloud to ancestor cloud, and ancestor cloud to empyrean cloud...

But this was not the time for such a grand evolution. Having just become an ancestor drifter, Anon’s ancestor cloud was only 12,000 meters, and even after he devoured the daemon’s drifter cloud, that would only bring his cloud anywhere around 24,000 meters, still a ways to go before achieving the necessary 60,000 meters to transform into an empyrean cloud.

So whilst this slaughterous energy was daunting, it was akin to a drop of blood in a vast oceanic body. This drop of blood was instantly devoured.

Within the mind realm, Anon snorted lightly at the sight of a strangely shaped creature radiating endless cursed magic.

This was a creature with a spider’s body, with the only difference being its sheer size and the countless number of legs.

Its appearance made the blood crawl and the soul tremble with discomfort; however, Anon showed little fear, and only an expression of disgust and a gloating light in his eyes.

’This damnable thing really waited for the dimension’s evolution, when a soul is usually susceptible, to attempt to curse my soul. Thankfully, I used this magic in a regular fight... who knows what would’ve happened if my soul was undergoing a major evolution?’

Anon had already tested this magic spell before, but at the time, there were no enemies. It only appeared and then disappeared when he released the spell.

’It seems that it was merely some kind of plot at that time.’ Anon shook his head as the dark world trembled with excitement.

The cursed creature had already stepped into Anon’s mind realm, and for one, his soul would never allow prey that willfully entered to escape.

Similar to the slaughterous energy, the endless curse magic flowing within the cursed creature, and the creature itself was devoured.

.....

Opening his eyes, Anon immediately spat, "Damn this infernal realm."

"No matter the form of magic, one with a source origin, and even the ones without any source origins, they’re all the same. This detestable realm, the entire thing is a setup!"

Anon turned his head and coldly glanced at the cursed grimoire floating behind him. The book instantly fell into his grasp, and he unhesitatingly threw it toward the edge of the cloud and into the crimson sea.

He had already developed several powerful spells comparable to and even surpassing that cursed summoning; however, did he dare use them?

Tch!

Anon’s eyes flashed with a light of understanding.

True magic was merely a setup to devour the souls of non-daemons that dared to use it. After all, the humans who could use high-level true magic must have incredibly special souls.

Anon was a prime example.

"This should’ve been expected. These are daemons and the infernal realm. Would they really desire seeing us humans wield their own power against their kind?"

He had suffered the last time, and he had almost suffered again.

"This debt, I’ll come knocking on the doors of that infernal realm in the future!" Anon darkly whispered.

As for the subtleties, like how he would even reach this infernal realm, and if he was really so daring...

That was for his future self to worry about.

.....

In his current stage of existence, time felt elusive and fleeting. This was a concept that he paid little heed to.

Now that he had momentarily given up on magic on the whole, though he had already developed multiple magic spells, there was no point in studying it further.

Though the dimension spat out another magical grimoire, he, Anon, did not care. He threw it right back to where it came from.

The dimension gave up thereafter.

Anon had already achieved the core of true mastery over the sword. He had developed black and white lightning sword techniques, and he had even combined both properties and resonated with a higher form of lightning principles.

Luckily, the dimensional orb was not present; otherwise, the poor thing would’ve been the first of its kind to catch a stroke.

Drifting across the crimson heaven, with no true magic and a somewhat perfect ability with the sword, Anon began pondering and looked within.

He had achieved true mastery over his fleshy body, and said fleshy body had become unbelievably more powerful since then; however, was he truly bringing out its full potential?

At times, he sensed that true mastery over a weapon surpassed true mastery over the body, yet even Seth claimed that the body itself was a weapon.

What was the core of true mastery when it came to the body?

Did it even exist?

After all, with weapons, true mastery involved developing a soul, and thereafter, perfecting this soul would lead to the core of true mastery.

True mastery over the fleshy body was essentially achieving cellular control, so what would be the core of true mastery over the fleshy body?

Did it exist?!

Anon’s soul had already taken its first step toward attaining an unfathomable state. When he sought to look within, nothing could escape his will.

His thoughts penetrated his body, examining the structure of his organs, and then delved deeper into the mysteries of each one, exploring the peculiarities of his tissues.

He reached a cellular level, diving into each cell to observe the functions of the nucleus and mitochondria.

Eventually, he delved even deeper.

Molecular structure... atomic structure... and then... Anon finally sensed its existence!

It wasn’t clear... not at all. It was more as if, though he could not see, he subconsciously knew that something was there.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not penetrate this veil of mystery.

Spirit, flesh unity.

This was the secret!

Anon opened his eyes.

How many years had passed?

Who knew how long he was meditating on his body, but in that time, the drifter cloud resonated with another ancestor.

However...

Even without magic, Anon’s strength had reached a frightening level. And after devouring the cursed creature, his sword soul was akin to poison.

The ancient characters contained endless might and were faster than a blink.

Soon after, Anon found himself drifting across the crimson heavens with an ancestor cloud that reached 48,000 meters in diameter.

Forty-eight kilometers?

Such a mass drifted across the crimson sea eternally.

Time once more lost its meaning.

What was the difference between a year and ten?

Anon’s appearance did not change, so was there really a difference?

Even after a century of drifting, Anon only sighed.

What was a century?

It was even longer than the average mortal’s lifespan.

Yet still, to him who did not age, it had flown by, and he could not help but wonder, one hundred years, and one hundred seconds, what was the difference?

The moment he began studying his body, the moment he began developing martial techniques and sword techniques, integrating the black lightning and white lightning...

There were so many things to do, and a hundred years felt elusive.

For some mortals, this was enough time to experience a content life and give birth to several more mortal offspring.

And to him?

It only served to be a period in which he developed battle arts. A period that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Only now did he comprehend the insignificance of mortal life.