The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse Chapter 1458 1458: Second Void Crystal

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Previously on The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse...
Efad, one of Klaus's Peak True Immortal bodies equipped with Ancient Void Living Armor, lands on the void planet to conquer its 12 void vortexes and uncover hidden memories. Wraiths observe him warily without initial attack as he traverses the void region and crosses the first vortex unhindered. Facing thousands of Empyrean-strength wraiths en route to the second, he effortlessly summons void qi spears to impale them.

As an Immortal, dispatching thousands of Empyreans proved as effortless as a finger snap. Efad swiftly eradicated the wraiths and charged ahead without any delay.

During his prior visit here, he had acquired a skill named [Void Manipulation].

This skill lets him shape void energy into any weapon he desires.

At the start, he managed only spears and basic armaments; yet, with practice, he gained extra techniques that deepened his command over the Void Manipulation skill.

These days, his options have grown far beyond that.

He wields an ability known as [Void Devour].

[Void Devour] enables him to swallow attacks hitting his body or barriers built from void essence, converting them into void energy for crafting his counterstrikes.

Though some strikes prove too perilous to ingest, his defensive prowess amid the void overwhelms foes at his tier.

Of course, [Void Devour] dominates largely because of a passive skill picked up early in his initial stay here.

[Void Heart EX] amplifies his stats to 70,000% of baseline power within the void. Enveloped entirely by void, his defenses surge by 70,000%.

Only assaults from those with vastly superior void mastery could bypass it, ensuring [Void Devour] holds firm.

Yet for that to occur, attackers must also dwarf him in cultivation realm. Klaus feels assured of battling an Immortal Lord or evading a Demigod.

Thus, deep within this realm, his defenses stand unassailable.

Pressing to the second void vortex demands far less effort now that True Immortal status is his.

Fresh waves of wraiths lunged at him, yet his unleashed barrages obliterated them mid-stride.

Void fragments streamed into his core nonstop, but given his void comprehension and the wraiths' meager might, attaining Perfect affinity loomed as no easy feat.

Undeterred, he forged onward. Wraiths' cultivation stayed static, but their raw power crept upward bit by bit.

This shift alerted him to nearing the second void vortex, with a void fragment likely imminent.

True to form, slaying a white-eyed wraith triggered the message before his eyes.

⟪You have received a Void Crystal. Toss it into a void vortex and glimpse the truth hidden behind the layers of the void⟫

Fragment secured, he accelerated his onslaught.

He invoked the second power from Void Manipulation, [Void Zone], spawning a domain spacious enough for thousands of wraiths.

Any trapped inside lose 50% of their strength.

The deeper their void insight, the weaker the domain's grip—unless his exceeds theirs, locking in the full 50% drain.

These wraiths possess pitiful frailty.

Instantly upon deployment, every wraith slowed to a crawl. Efad pressed on, igniting an immortal ring to unleash his gravity law.

Immense pressure crashed down, shattering all wraiths into wisps of smoke.

Efad simply strode ahead, abandoning the wraiths to the domain's and gravity's wrath.

Twenty minutes of utter control passed before the void vortex loomed into view. He hastened greatly, arriving before it in moments.

Last time at such a vortex, he'd hurled the first fragment in uncertainty. Now, he understood it would drag his consciousness into that familiar otherworldly vision.

Gratefully, awareness came that his physical form stays shielded during the trance, banishing any such concerns.

Finally, the memory might span years internally, mere months externally. Efad thus notified his alternate bodies of the potential.

His Hivemind had nearly collapsed before, so repetition seemed likely. Unpredictable visions and repercussions awaited regardless.

Klaus resolved to shield his other forms, allocating 500 minds solely to Efad while the four others divided the leftover 1000.

With preparations complete, he settled cross-legged and flung the fragment in. Instantly, his consciousness got yanked away.

Time in the memory stretched ahead...

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[Inheritance Tower]

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Inheritance Tower, Kaden faced a battle doll, eyes methodically inspecting it.

A training mission had been assigned to him. Essentially, his role consisted of honing all the skills and techniques gained from their previous existences.

Klaus wielded them with total ease, but he yearned to refine them across diverse combat forms. Fortunately, Kaden stemmed from the Star Monarch Bloodline, letting him harness its flexible essence to conquer them all.

As the 9th paragon (star monarch) transformed into any beast he'd bonded with and wielded their fighting styles even as a human, this task demanded fusing countless battle methods, techniques, and laws into fresh combat approaches.

The mission required blending select techniques for superior results and inventing brand-new ones from nothing. Countless battle dolls, spanning True Immortals to Immortal Lords, awaited his sparring sessions.

Beyond that, Icon could upgrade those dolls into Demigods and Gods later on. His stay would stretch out long. On the bright side, his wives planned to join for joint training, keeping boredom at bay.

Training mattered greatly, yet the ultimate draw was racking up more points to plunder the Treasure Vault's riches, naturally.

With the mission's gravity pressing, after gazing at the battle doll for several minutes, he resolved to dive into [Scythe Art] training.

This choice arose because, mere days away, Klaus would plunge into the Jade Ant Queen's nest with Rory and three comrades.

They began as a seven-strong team, but word came that the Jade Ant Nest limited entry to five per jade key. Possessing just one key, two members got cut.

Thus, he launched the fight, picking a rival expert in scythe close-range warfare.

The training hall sharpens focus amid practice. It lets users swiftly absorb lessons from foes and fix their flaws.

Klaus's colossal Hivemind promised rewards too vast to measure.

Sparks flew for just seconds before Kaden grinned wryly at his scythe clumsiness, which mirrored Klaus's own weakness. They shared one mind, one set of emotions, one soul, after all.

This link ensured every lesson rippled to all bodies, so his revelation of scythe woes doomed all five forms equally.

That very flaw drew him here—he zeroed in on the battle doll, vowing nonstop drills over the next days until massive gains shone through.