Aeon slowly opened his eyes for the first time in three months. The ambient, shimmering light of his private domain caused his gold-and-purple irises to irritate slightly before his vision rapidly adapted to the illumination.
He immediately focused his attention on the floating interface, reviewing the raw metrics of the newborn cultivation pathway he had meticulously engineered.
"Hmm. Question marks and a baseline incomplete status," Aeon murmured thoughtfully, dissecting the prompt. "The question marks could be logical default since I haven’t officially designated a name for the style yet. As for the one percent completion rate, that makes perfect sense. I have only constructed the complete theoretical matrix required to navigate and cultivate the very first rank of the Warrior Path."
A confident, sharp smile returned to his face as he analyzed his work.
"Regardless, the conceptual baseline is a complete success. By actively hard-coding these custom runes directly onto The 9 Core Body Refinement Components, my strength will be exponentially more powerful than any standard cultivator sitting at the exact same rank. I will easily possess the baseline durability and striking force required to completely shatter the limits of my realm and fight across stages."
He paused, his mind tracking the progression tree of the world’s standard cultivation systems.
"But the true structural bottleneck will always be the final step of the baseline refinement—the tempering of the Dantian’s Cosmic Core. Under the traditional laws of Nexos Earth, a warrior must completely saturate and refine the other eight physiological components before they can even attempt to touch the core itself."
Aeon adjusted his posture, recalling the technical manuals his parents had provided.
"During a child’s official Awakening Ceremony, a primitive, unrefined Cosmic Core is automatically catalyzed within their lower dantian. However, it remains entirely static and raw. The standard Omni-Genesis Cosmos Technique prescribes a highly specific, dangerous movement routine designed to weaponize ambient cosmic energy, forcing it to violently collide into the core from every single direction."
He shook his head slightly at the crude inefficiency of the standard world laws.
"That external force causes the unrefined core to sustain a network of microscopic fractures. The cultivator then relies on the sudden, desperate trigger of their own latent Life Essence to immediately mend the damage and fuse the energy.
Because that standard method is so physically exhausting and structurally unstable, it forces the user to consume an absolute mountain of high-tier Life Essence pills, ancient medicines, and rare materials just to keep their foundation from permanently shattering during the process."
Aeon then paused for a moment as a cold, dominant smirk played across his lips.
"But with my re-engineered model, I don’t need use that process. By unifying the absolute healing properties of my fourth custom Rune ’the Rune of Primal Life’ with the sheer, unbridled cosmic energy of this domain, I can skip the physical exercises entirely.
The first three runes will completely atomize and reduce the Cosmic Core to absolute dust, rather than merely causing surface cracks. Immediately after, the the second Rune will flawlessly synthesize an entirely better new core using pure cosmic energy and my Life Essence, automating that apocalyptic destruction-and-rebirth loop millions of times over."
Aeon’s eyes flashed with absolute, predatory confidence.
"The final result will be a synthesized Cosmic Core that is millions of times wider, denser, and fundamentally more stable than anything this world has ever seen. Best of all, because the ambient cosmic energy within this isolated omniverse is so incredibly pure and dense, I won’t have to waste decades sitting in stagnant meditation just to achieve a single breakthrough."
Aeon smoothly stood up from his cross-legged position, rolling his shoulders and stretching his muscles to shake off the inertia of sitting perfectly still for three consecutive months.
Although the laws of the Infinite Omniverse Dimension naturally prevented his physical biology from experiencing cell fatigue, muscular soreness, or sleep deprivation, he still executed the physical stretches purely out of old human habit.
Glancing down at his shoulder, he noticed a tiny, golden-haired figure sitting quietly on his fabric robe.
"Master! You’ve finally opened your eyes!" Emma cheered, puffing out her cheeks in a spectacularly adorable pout. "I was starting to think you were going to sit there forever. I almost died out of absolute boredom!"
Aeon let out a soft laugh. Raising his hand, he gently rubbed the tip of his index finger against her tiny head, making her wings flutter happily in place.
"Haha, my apologies, Emma. But I’m afraid you are going to have to get used to it. Every single time I enter this sanctuary, I will be completely buried in high-level training for a very long time."
He paused, looking at her small, expressive face. "Do you possess any daily routines or management tasks within this domain that can keep you occupied while I’m meditating?"
Emma lowered her head slightly, her brilliant blue eyes turning dejected and deeply apologetic. "Yes... I have somethingsto past the time. I’m sorry for being selfish and demanding your attention, Master."
Witnessing the tiny, ethereal creature drop into such an intensely cute, sorrowful posture caused a sudden, protective twinge to strike Aeon’s heart.
"Hey, don’t look so down," Aeon said softly, his voice full of genuine warmth. "I promise you, the very moment I complete this initial cultivation cycle and step back out into the palace, I will take you with me. You will get to experience the outside world firsthand, and we can explore the entire universe together."
The moment the promise echoed through the courtyard, Emma’s dejected mood vanished instantly, replaced by a radiant wave of pure excitement. She beamed happily, zipping into the air.
"Oh, absolutely! I can’t wait!" she cheered, flying in ecstatic, looping spirals around his head before settling back down onto his shoulder, happily swinging her tiny legs off the edge of his robe.
Watching her joyful expression, Aeon’s focus hardened as he returned his mind to the brutal physics of his upcoming transformation.
"Now then... let’s address the final safety measure," Aeon murmured, his eyes narrowing in calculation. "Even though my custom Rune of Primal Life is perfectly calibrated to anchor my consciousness and keep me alive through the endless cellular destruction loop, forcing my physical body to undergo absolute atomization millions of times is still an extreme strain. To guarantee a 100% success rate without a single margin of error, I need an external, unyielding source of absolute vitality to flood my pathways. And I know the exact place to find it."
With a simple, focused thought, the space around them rippled seamlessly. Aeon and Emma vanished from the white marble platform in a flash of cosmic light.
Whoosh.
A split second later, they materialized within a completely different world of his omniverse.
The environment was utterly bizarre and breathtakingly majestic. There was no solid ground, no continents, and no landmasses of any kind. Only a boundless, flat horizon dominated entirely by an endless, tranquil ocean.
But the water was not blue. The entire sea was a pure, shimmering, incandescent liquid gold, flowing with an ancient, peaceful rhythm beneath a clear sky.
Aeon suspended himself directly over the surface, his boots resting flawlessly against the liquid plane without sinking a single millimeter, sending out a sequence of tiny, golden ripples with every movement.
He swept his gaze across the boundless expanse, absolute amazement written across his face. "No matter how many times I step into this specific sector, I still find it completely hard to believe a place of this caliber actually exists."
With a silent mental prompt, he commanded his system to manifest the underlying properties of the golden sea.
[Name: Ocean of Eternal Genesis]
[Rank: Origin]
[Description: A primordial, conceptual ocean that embodies the absolute, untamed origin of life force and cosmic vitality. Its boundless, dense Life Essence is capable of instantly healing any known physical or spiritual injury, rapidly regenerating fractured flesh, atomized bones, destroyed organs, contaminated blood, depleted marrow, torn tendons, and ruptured meridians down to a cellular level. It possesses the absolute authority to cleanse all forms of mortal or divine impurities, ancient curses, lethal poisons, and spiritual corruption from a cultivator’s existence.]
[Furthermore, it can instantly rekindle fading lifespans, flawlessly restore completely shattered cultivation foundations, and even resurrect the dead, provided their baseline soul has not entirely perished from reality. Beyond absolute healing, the golden essence continuously tempers, refines, and evolves every single aspect of an entity’s existence—persistently pushing their physical body, life force, and metaphysical soul toward a state of ultimate cosmic perfection.]
Aeon read through the glowing blue text, his mind reeling at the sheer commercial and strategic value of the landscape.
In the outside world of Nexos Earth, if a cultivator managed to bring out even a single, small potion bottle filled with this golden liquid, it would instantly trigger a world-wide apocalyptic war between the empires.
"A resource of this tier is far too dangerous to ever reveal to the public," Aeon scoffed softly, a cold, protective light flaring in his eyes as he dismissed the interface. "I have absolutely no intention of acting like a charitable saint. This Origin water stays locked within my domain—reserved exclusively for myself and the very few people I genuinely care about and love."
Dropping his center of gravity, Aeon smoothly crossed his legs, sinking into a perfect, rock-solid meditative posture directly on top of the golden waves.
The pure, condensed Life Essence of the ocean immediately began to interact with his robes, sending a warm, highly comforting current of energy coursing upward into his physical pathways.
He closed his eyes, aligning his internal system with his four custom runes as he prepared to trigger the absolute destruction of his own anatomy.
"Alright," Aeon commanded silently, his mind locking onto the initial layer of his F-rank body tempering.
"Let’s begin."