My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 456 - 2nd reincarnation
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Ethan chose to stay out of the God Child's business from then on.
No advantage came from expending energy on pursuits that failed to advance him toward the divine fruit. Instead, he departed to pursue another goal.
....
After two months, Ethan found himself inside the grand hall of the sect founded via the saint.
This expansive chamber, freshly built from spirit stones and bolstered by multiple arrays, loomed impressively. Lines of elders waited in orderly quiet. In the middle, the saint knelt respectfully.
"My lord, the sect now operates at full capacity. One hundred and fifty Weapon Lords act as our elders. Both outer and inner courts stand ready. We're set to launch complete activities," the saint reported, his head bowed low.
Ethan held his reply for a moment. His eyes turned introspective.
[Combat Prowess: Tier 17]
The display floated in his mind's eye.
Reaching Tier seventeen matched the Immortal King Realm in the Immortal World. Certain ancient loose immortals exceeded this level, holdovers from past ages who hadn't risen higher. Ethan knew of their existence, yet he saw no point in chasing hidden beings in remote peaks. Far better to rise to the Immortal Realm and face foes that could truly fuel his progress.
His attention returned to the saint.
"Very well. I'm set to take on the whole mortal domain. Spread the word. They must join the sect's inauguration rite and face me there. Refusal means I'll track them down. And that won't end calmly."
The saint gulped hard. All his life, he'd battled to shield mortals from immortal oppression. Now, he served a near-divine entity. Moisture gathered in his eyes, yet his tone stayed firm.
"Yes, Your Highness. I'll execute your command."
Ethan let out a measured breath once the saint had gone.
He remained clueless about the divine fruit's hiding spot.
....
Ten days passed, and Ethan hovered far above the sect's territory.
He balanced on a levitating sword. As a mortal, innate flight eluded him. The blade acted as his foothold.
A massive crowd of disciples sprawled beneath him. One million mortals crammed the valley, their garments creating a colorful expanse. All gazes locked on him in awe.
In just ten days, he'd assembled one million followers. Yet awe wasn't devotion. To forge them into real allies, he needed to show irrefutable might.
Before him in the heavens loomed one hundred Spirit Masters.
To the followers, these were mythical icons. Actually, they counted as loose immortals who opted to linger in the mortal plane rather than ascend. This group represented the mightiest forces in the mortal sphere.
The loose immortals shared looks.
"I don't trust this guy," one whispered. "I showed up to draw out Ye Qin. He's a danger to our families. My plan was to slay him right here."
"Right. But who's this sect leader? Rumors say he's just a smith crafting incredible items. Why would Ye Qin swear fealty to him?"
They whispered back and forth.
Ethan's words boomed across the skies.
"All of you, come at me at once. Time's short for me."
One immortal advanced, his presence exploding outward.
"Such hubris. How dare a simple forge-master speak to us this way?"
Ethan regarded him with steady calm.
He lifted his right hand and clenched it lightly.
The immortal's face stiffened.
Suddenly, control over his form vanished. An unseen power ensnared him. Like a marionette yanked by hidden threads, he hurtled through the sky.
Ethan seized his neck.
"Keep silent. Simply follow orders," Ethan stated icily. "You're worthless."
With that, he flung him away like worthless trash.
The disciples below burst into frenzy. Hot blood pumped through their bodies. Their cheers made the valley quake.
The other immortals burned with rage.
"You struck first, before the fight started. Shameless!" they yelled while charging ahead.
Ethan swept his hand.
The very void appeared to constrict.
Ninety-nine immortals crashed down at the same instant. The atmosphere crushed them like a colossal peak. Despite their desperate efforts, escape proved impossible.
Hush fell over the scene.
Ethan's declaration rang out to every corner of the realm.
"I seek no endless clash between mortals and immortals. Starting today, the Mortal World and Immortal World divide as distinct zones. Immortals bar entry to mortal lands. Mortals stay out of immortal grounds."
He halted for a beat.
"The Mortal Sect now governs the mortal realm."
His words left no room for debate.
He spun and headed back to the sect's hall.
Throughout the mortal plane, all cultivators caught his message as if whispered close. His ruling held unbreakable authority.
Next, he warped the void.
By ripping the world's weave, he erected a divide between planes. Unseen walls rose. Links that bridged mortal and immortal areas snapped apart.
The disciples exploded once more.
"Yessss!"
Their shouts rattled the peaks.
Suddenly, alerts poured into Ethan's thoughts.
[You have gained a loyal subordinate. Ten strands of divine energy are bestowed.]
[You have gained a loyal subordinate. Ten strands of divine energy are bestowed.]
The alerts kept coming, piling up relentlessly.
Minutes ticked by before the surge eased.
[You have gained three million loyal subordinates. Thirty million strands of divine energy are granted.]
In Ethan's inner sea, the Strand of Infinity started to lengthen.
It had measured ten centimeters before.
Now, it surged forward at alarming pace, spanning fifteen kilometers in a flash.
A subtle grin touched Ethan's lips.
This marked just the start. His next step lay in the Immortal Realm. After that, the God Realm. Sects would rise in every layer, yielding endless divine energy.
He almost chuckled.
Right then, the space ahead warped unexpectedly.
A fruit materialized.
It looked like a plain apple, yet subtle designs glowed under its surface. The surrounding air grew unsteady.
[Master...] Yumiko started.
Ethan snatched it, driven by intrigue.
The moment his hand met the fruit, the cosmos trembled.
Boom.
A mighty proclamation boomed through all creation.
[The divine fruit has been obtained by the individual named Ethan Hunt. The trial of this world is complete. In thirty minutes, all participants will reincarnate to the next floor. Best of luck.]
Another alert arrived.
[Ethan Hunt will receive ten million strands of divine energy for completing the trial within one year.]
In every part of the world, infant God Children sensed the broadcast in their cores.
"What's going on?"
"This can't be real?"
"The quickest past record took fifty years. How'd he pull this off?"
They'd plotted with caution, weaving pacts and schemes. The contest wrapped up before many could even start.
In the emptiness outside the tower, two timeless voices spoke.
"That outlier poses a real threat," the first grumbled, annoyance clear. "He can't cultivate, but battling superiors lets him surge ahead equally. If he keeps going, he'll unravel everything."
The second responded, "What's your plan?"
"Drop him in a genuine mortal universe. No real powerhouses exist there. Just regular folks, perhaps minor martial practitioners. Cultivation stays exclusive to God Children. He'll have to bide his time as they develop. He can't depart his world until they're ready to oppose him. Make him stall."
A short pause hung.
"Agreed. Make it happen."
They thought they'd figured him out.
Inside the dissolving realm, Ethan scowled.
"What just happened? It popped up out of nowhere. I'd barely started securing my achievements."
He studied the fruit.
"Did you know of this, Yumiko?"
[Yes, Master. But this fruit holds a dark aura. Avoid eating it.]
"Dark how?"
[Its origin eludes me. It seems born from something beyond grasp. My projections break down. I detect malice.]
Ethan's eyes sharpened.
"You mean the whole tower reeks of this?"
[We'll find out by reaching its heart.]
The half-hour flew by.
[You are now being reincarnated into the next floor.]
A pull seized his essence. The realm melted away before him.
Blackness engulfed him.
Then fresh details emerged.
[Place of Reincarnation: Mortal Universe.]
[Role: You will be born in the slums.]
[Objective: Locate the Axe of Chaos.]
[Difficulty: Hell.]
[Restriction: You cannot cultivate.]
[Condition: If you become the most powerful individual on your planet within one year, you will receive one hundred million strands of divine energy.]
Ethan sensed his being unravel as rebirth activated.
He swore inwardly.
He detected it plainly. Hidden forces twisted the system's rules.
They aimed to chain him in frailty.
They expected him to linger.
As his awareness splintered amid the rebirth, one icy notion lingered: those entities faced another shock coming.