My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 402: Scouting the Origin world

Ethan’s heart was brimming with an intense joy.

Such an emotion was a rarity for him, a feeling he had nearly discarded through eons of Cultivation, bloodshed, and enduring in silence. This wasn't the fleeting pleasure of a simple win or a surge in power; it was a profound, soul-stirring relief that permeated his entire being.

He hadn't just located Rose; he had found everyone.

That single epiphany stripped away the burden he had shouldered since the moment his world crumbled. His kin, his allies, and those bound to him by blood and karma had not been snuffed out. Though they were scattered and displaced, they remained among the living.

It appeared that during Rose’s attempt to reach the 36th dimensional sky with her companions, an erratic spatial gateway had triggered, hurling her straight into that far-flung Origin World.

The creation of that portal had been neither intentional nor regulated. It was a violent tear in the fabric of space, likely birthed from the collision of dimensional laws and volatile origin coordinates. Even with Ethan's vast knowledge, he recognized that such a survival was nothing short of a miracle.

However, for reasons unknown, Rose appeared to suffer from total amnesia.

That realization was the most painful of all.

She had presumably been reborn or taken in by the Ice Dragon Clan, where she was now worshipped as their Saintess.

Her true self had been suppressed, buried under layers of draconic mandates and primordial rites. She now lived and breathed as a stranger, tethered to obligations and faiths that were never truly hers.

Observing her sorrowful, vacant gaze through their bloodline bond caused Ethan’s heart to throb with a volatile mix of yearning and rage.

His anger was not aimed at her, but at the heavens, at the strings of fate, and at the myriad powers that presumed to meddle in his path. Yet, his longing was far more perilous. It stoked a desire in him to act with total abandon.

Ethan felt an overwhelming urge to depart for that Origin World immediately.

The impulse was nearly impossible to suppress.

He wanted to shatter the firmament, descend before her, and restore every memory of what they once shared.

Every shared promise and every quiet instant they had experienced burned brightly in his mind. He was prepared to etch those memories back into her soul, regardless of the consequences.

But he understood the trek would not be simple.

Even for a man of his stature, acting on impulse would invite catastrophe.

Despite his current level of Cultivation, he couldn't just teleport to his destination.

The Origin World was anchored beyond standard spatial coordinates, fixed within the profound strata of reality where distance was calculated by authority and law rather than miles.

The gap was immense, requiring passage through layers of existence that defied the conventional laws of space.

Every layer operated under unique dictates. Some would reject any foreign presence outright, while others would pulverize a trespasser with gravity before they could even blink.

He would be forced to take the standard path, and that route appeared treacherous in the extreme.

To find her, he would have to traverse a "no-man's land" within the cosmic abyss, likely crossing the hunting grounds of a Source Authority Space Beast—entities so ancient and formidable they were regarded as walking cataclysms.

Such creatures didn't need malice to kill. Their very presence warped the void, snuffed out stars, and devoured laws as naturally as breathing.

Consequently, he arrived at a frigid, pragmatic conclusion.

Sentiments would have to wait; power was the priority.

He would only set out after fusing every bloodline within him to attain his ultimate state.

Only then would he possess the standing to challenge the Origin World itself.

Furthermore, he knew he required five Inverse Axiom Dominion entities to nourish his World Tree.

These wouldn't be simple sacrifices, but the fuel required to shift his inner world to a superior existential plane.

By achieving this, his fundamental battle prowess would ascend to the Eternal Sovereign Realm.

This wasn't a minor progression; it was a total metamorphosis that would elevate him above almost every living soul in existence.

When paired with his Sword of Infinity, his power would rival that of a Source Authority Realm expert—the same rank held by the progenitors of the original races.

At that level, even the most ancient Sects and races would think twice before crossing him.

Finally, Ethan emerged from the time field.

The shimmering golden radiance dissolved behind him, leaving only a vacuum of silence and fractured causality.

Inside that temporal distortion, five million years had slipped by for him.

In the world outside, however, barely a moment had passed.

Even with his ironclad will, life had begun to feel somewhat repetitive after such a staggering duration.

Uninterrupted Cultivation tended to blur the perception of time, making forever feel both boundless and hollow.

He felt ancient, yet his resolve had never been sharper.

The passage of eras hadn't drained him; it had tempered him.

He manifested at the location where Ragnarok waited.

The demon remained occupied with the torment of Selene’s soul, forcing her to endure every ounce of agony she had once inflicted upon him.

Her cries were now silent, existing only as soul tremors vibrating through the emptiness.

"That is enough. We have much to accomplish," Ethan commanded.

His tone was heavy with absolute dominance.

With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, he reached into the core of Selene’s being and violently tore the Genesis Vampire Bloodline away from her.

She lacked any means to resist.

She emitted one final, silent shriek of soul-crushing pain before her spirit went stagnant.

Her destiny was finished.

Ethan’s objective was now set in stone.

He intended to harvest the original bloodlines of all three thousand primary races.

This wasn't mere greed; it was destiny.

He would integrate them into his Omni Bloodline, using it as the foundation to forge the "Infinity Bloodline."

The Omni Bloodline didn't seek to dominate; it was perfectly flexible, able to balance endless contradictions.

Because his final path was the Law of Infinity, he required a physical vessel capable of sustaining infinite flux.

Without such a body, his Cultivation would implode under its own magnitude.

Once the bloodline reached perfection, mastering the law itself would be effortless.

At that stage, no limitation could ever bind him again.

Ethan fed the seized Vampire bloodline into his Omni Bloodline.

The integration was instantaneous.

As this was a pristine, original bloodline, it required no refining or purification through the World Tree.

It already existed at the peak of quality.

Immediately, the characteristics of the Genesis Vampires took root within him.

He could now sense the pulse of blood in creatures far across the horizon.

He gained the ability to manifest the Blood Domain, a power similar to his Ultimate Domain but one that granted him total command over the life force and fluids of anyone caught inside.

His plan was to synthesize all these unique abilities to evolve his Ultimate Domain into a genuine "Infinite Domain."

A domain that possessed no fixed constraints.

With another motion, Ethan sent the remains of Selene back to the Alucard family's garden.

She was no longer a concern.

She was nothing more than a broken husk, serving as a grim testament to those who would defy him.

"Ragnarok, we must find those at the Inverse Axiom Dominion level," Ethan said, turning his gaze toward his servant.

His stare alone caused the surrounding reality to quiver.

"To locate them, we must depart from this world and venture into the vast Origin World."

Ethan detailed everything he had perceived—the distances, the perils, and the status of Rose and the others.

Ragnarok remained silent, taking in every word.

For the task of scouting, shadow armies were the ideal choice.

They were expendable, versatile, and could move unseen.

Ethan still held the Shadow Monarch talent, even though his previous legions had been wiped out during his death.

He hadn't seen the need to rebuild them until this moment.

Ethan gestured, and a clone materialized.

The void rippled as the duplicate took form.

It mirrored his looks, his presence, and a portion of his power.

Ethan bestowed 10% of his total strength upon it and then utilized his authority to sever all karmic ties between himself and the clone.

This clone would now roam the Origin World as a scout—a silent phantom tasked with raising a new shadow army.

This army would then be deployed to scour the Origin World for those in the Inverse Axiom Dominion.

The clone carried Ethan’s intent, but was untethered from his fate.

"Ragnarok, the Origin Demon bloodline flows within you," Ethan noted, addressing the demon again.

"I will impart a secret technique to you."

"You are to refine that bloodline to its absolute limit and evolve into a True Origin Demon."

This was an opportunity no demon could ever turn down.

"I have significant roles for you in the upcoming conflicts."

"As you command, my lord," Ragnarok answered, his voice shaking with the thrill of impending power.

He was a blend of unwavering loyalty and burning ambition.

Ethan swiftly formulated a bloodline refinement method.

It was intricate, exacting, and incredibly grueling.

While achieving 100% purity was nearly impossible for a standard demon, Ragnarok’s blood was already past the 50% mark.

That provided the necessary start.

Under Ethan’s tutelage, it was within reach.

Still, it would require millions of years of deep meditation and painful evolution.

Agony and change would be his only constants.

"Enter the time field," Ethan commanded.

No further words were needed.

Following that order, Ethan’s primary body and Ragnarok both stepped back into the temporal zone to start their long isolation.

They were once again bathed in golden light.

Meanwhile, the clone prepared to venture out into the mystery of the Origin World. Ethan handed the Sword of Infinity to the clone, ensuring it could survive any threat it might encounter.