"Yes. As things stand now, I can indeed call myself the Spatial Overgod."
Locke nodded.
Upon reaching Spatial Paragon, one had completely comprehended the Spatial Laws.
In Hongmeng's primary universe, such a realm belonged to the Godking level, second only to the Celestials.
A Godking was an existence on the same level as an Overgod in the magical universe.
Of course, just as Godkings in the primary universe were divided into ordinary Godkings, powerful Godkings who had comprehended Time Acceleration, and Invincible Godkings who had comprehended Time Stop...
Locke, who had only comprehended the Spatial Laws, was undoubtedly among the weakest tier of Godkings.
Although he was on the same level as an Overgod, Locke felt that if he truly wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Four Overgods, he would at the very least have to comprehend Time Stop and become an Invincible Godking.
"But have you forgotten, Lilia?"
"My own bloodline hasn't undergone its transformation yet."
"This time, during my seclusion, I intend to engrave the perfected Spatial Laws into my bloodline and elevate my Emperor Jiang bloodline into that of a spatial supreme divine beast."
"A spatial supreme divine beast..."
Locke had often spoken to the Death Chief Sovereign about the distinction between divine beasts and supreme divine beasts.
Thus, she knew just how important this was to him.
After all, if Locke wished to transcend the universe, strengthening his physical body was equally one of the highest priorities.
Powerful defenses were the best means of preserving one's life.
"Very well. Then go cultivate."
Watching Locke return to the Water Manor to enter seclusion once more, the Death Chief Sovereign shook her head.
Originally, she had lent the Heart of the Netherworld to Locke in the hope that he could finish his cultivation sooner, allowing the two of them to visit the Life Realm together.
Locke had been stuck at the bottleneck of the Spatial Laws for so many years. If even with the assistance of the Heart of the Netherworld he had failed to break through, then he would undoubtedly have needed some time to calm himself after the setback.
If he succeeded, that would naturally have been even better. The whole family could happily gather together.
What the Death Chief Sovereign hadn't expected was that Locke had indeed broken through with the Heart of the Netherworld's assistance.
However, immediately after his breakthrough, he had begun an entirely new stage of cultivation before she even had the chance to tell him why she had awakened him.
After carefully weighing the importance of the two matters, the Death Chief Sovereign ultimately gave up on waking Locke once again from his cultivation. Alone, she tore open a spatial rift and flew through the spatial turbulence toward the Life Realm.
...
"Mother."
"Greetings, Mother."
Beneath the Tree of Life in the Life Realm, Loran and Levlenxia immediately stood upon seeing the Death Chief Sovereign and respectfully greeted her.
"Elder Sister."
The Life Chief Sovereign, Vivian, rose with a smile. Seeing that the Death Chief Sovereign had arrived alone, she couldn't help but ask curiously,
"Elder Sister, didn't Chief Sovereign Locke come with you?"
Hearing Vivian's question, Loran and Levlenxia also looked toward the Death Chief Sovereign expectantly, hoping to hear whether Father had come as well.
"Sigh..."
Unfortunately, the Death Chief Sovereign's reply shattered their hopes.
"Locke is still the same. Once he immerses himself in cultivation, he forgets everything else."
"I did wake him up earlier, but before I even had the chance to tell him about you two, he gained a new insight into cultivation and immediately went back into seclusion."
The Death Chief Sovereign had no intention of telling anyone about what Locke had said regarding the "outside of the universe."
Just as with ordinary mortals living in the countless material planes—even if one told them of the existence of the Seven Divine Planes and the Four Higher Planes, all it would do was increase their mental burden. It would change nothing about their lives or the world they lived in.
"So that's how it is..."
Hearing his mother's explanation, a trace of disappointment flashed through Loran's eyes.
"It's alright. Father's cultivation is the most important thing."
Seeing this, Levlenxia gently squeezed Loran's hand in comfort.
Loran forced a smile.
"You've been wronged, Xia."
"Not at all."
Levlenxia smiled softly.
"I understand that the status we enjoy today is inseparable from Father's efforts."
"The stronger Father becomes, the more secure our own standing will be."
"So Father's cultivation is the most important matter."
Hearing Levlenxia's words, even the Death Chief Sovereign couldn't help but reach out and hug her.
"Xia is such a sensible child."
At that moment, the Death Chief Sovereign almost wanted to promise Levlenxia that when the child in her womb was born, she would drag Locke out of seclusion no matter what.
Fortunately, though her emotions had swelled, her reason remained intact.
She understood that this round of cultivation was extraordinarily important—not only for Locke, but also for Loran and even the child in Levlenxia's womb.
After so many years, the Death Chief Sovereign had already realized that cultivation of the ordinary Law Profound Mysteries had its limits within this universe.
More than sixty quadrillion years had passed without another Paragon appearing. Even the Death Chief Sovereign couldn't be certain that her future grandson or granddaughter would be fortunate enough to reach the Paragon realm.
Without becoming a Paragon, unless one obtained a Sovereign spark, then even possessing a full set of three Sovereign artifacts would merely place one in the second tier among Deities, forever beneath the Paragons.
Only by becoming a Paragon was there the possibility of advancing further.
Those with slightly poorer talent, even if they couldn't comprehend ten percent of a Higher Law and rival a Sovereign, could still surpass ordinary Paragons and enter the first tier beneath the Sovereigns.
Those with exceptional talent might even become powerful Sovereigns comparable to Intermediate Sovereigns, second only to the Law Chief Sovereigns and the Chief Sovereigns of the Edicts.
However, the bloodline cultivation system created by Locke did not have such limitations.
A divine beast's bloodline could be inherited.
Although the descendants of divine beasts could not fully inherit their ancestors' bloodline and become true divine beasts,
by cultivating the bloodline cultivation system, they could continuously excavate the power hidden within their bloodline, with the greatest possible achievement being to trace it all the way back to the origin of that bloodline.
Locke's breakthrough meant that the upper limit of what his descendants could achieve through bloodline cultivation had risen.
Take Loran as an example.
At present, Locke's own bloodline had reached the very peak of ordinary divine beasts. As a spatial divine beast, he stood on the same level as a Sovereign.
By cultivating the bloodline cultivation system, Loran's upper limit was only slightly inferior to that of a Lesser Sovereign.
Once Locke broke through the shackles of his bloodline and advanced into a supreme divine beast, raising his own life level to that of an Overgod, then descendants carrying Locke's bloodline, such as Loran, would be capable of cultivating to a level only a single step beneath an Overgod.
Such an improvement could hardly be considered insignificant.
Although Levlenxia's pregnancy was certainly a joyous occasion worthy of celebration,
even if she were to immediately give birth to the third generation of Locke's bloodline, it would still pale in comparison to the importance of Locke's breakthrough.
The Death Chief Sovereign understood this perfectly.
Precisely because of this, although she, like Loran and Levlenxia, wished for Locke to personally welcome the birth of the new life, she did not dare promise that she would bring him here.
...
Immersed in cultivation, Locke had no idea that he was about to become a grandfather.
At this moment, he was engraving the perfected Spatial Laws into his bloodline over and over again.
Each engraving strengthened his bloodline to a certain degree.
Just as reaching Spatial Paragon involved a bottleneck, evolving one's bloodline from that of a divine beast into a supreme divine beast also involved an enormous bottleneck.
However, before Locke's perfected Spatial Laws—which had already reached the Godking level—that bottleneck was no longer an insurmountable barrier.
As Locke repeatedly engraved the perfected Spatial Laws, the purity of the bloodline within his body continuously increased.
Gradually, within the golden blood flowing through his veins, a thread of brilliant crimson appeared.
This strand of crimson blood was incomparably pure and supreme.
Though it was only a tiny trace, the pressure it contained was hundreds or even thousands of times greater than that of the surrounding golden blood.
Furthermore, within that single crimson strand, one seemed able to witness the birth and destruction of countless spaces, as though it itself contained a miniature plane.
With this initial source established, the blood throughout Locke's body gradually transformed from gold into crimson as he continued engraving the Spatial Laws.
White light radiated from Locke's body, manifesting countless extraordinary phenomena around him.
This was not the result of Locke actively using the Spatial Laws.
Rather, it was a natural manifestation brought about by the evolution of his bloodline.
Within the white radiance, innumerable spatial elements revealed dazzling colors.
However, unlike the chaotic spatial turbulence found within the spatial turbulence itself, the spatial elements surrounding Locke were perfectly ordered.
Each color remained clearly separated from the others, arranged in an incomparably profound pattern as they revolved around him.
The closer these brilliant spatial elements drew to Locke, the blurrier the boundaries between their colors became, as though they were gradually merging together.
By the time they reached Locke's body, all those colors had become only two hues—
a brilliantly iridescent black and an immaculate white.
The two intertwined perfectly, harmoniously united, yet at the same time remaining distinctly separate.
"Buzz!"
The instant the final strand of golden blood within Locke's body completely transformed into crimson, an overwhelming aura suddenly erupted from him.
Everything around Locke was instantly annihilated beneath that supreme aura.
Even Locke's Sovereign Palace—the Water Manor he had personally created—was unable to withstand its might and collapsed in an instant.
Fortunately, Locke reacted quickly.
White light instantly spread from his body, forming an isolated spatial domain completely separated from the Netherworld, confining the terrifying aura emitted by his body entirely within that domain.
Otherwise, the destruction he had just caused to the Netherworld would likely have been no less severe than the devastation the Death Chief Sovereign had nearly unleashed with her Overgod artifact.
(End of Chapter)
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