Chapter 187: Ch- 186 Law of Life (Revised)

Time passed slowly and silently, as though the very river of time itself had slackened its current throughout the universe. Even the chaos within every soul fell quiet in that moment—or so it felt to each and every person present.

Above them shimmered the multicolored, myriad-threaded Law Web. It bore a resemblance to a spider’s web, but this one was forged from the very essence of Law itself. It radiated power and authority, its aura stretching from the clouds into the farthest reaches of space.

Every passing second under its glow was unimaginably precious—for this opportunity would not last forever. Most there knew this. Kallus did not.

Yet, even without that knowledge, Kallus sat cross-legged in meditation like the others, unwilling to waste the moment. After all, who didn’t desire strength? But unlike most, Kallus hungered for more—he pursued power not just for ascendance, but for stability.

Though he had already comprehended many Laws—most of them being Supreme Laws, some Grand, and a few Fundamental—he understood one thing clearly: the path of Law was vast. He had barely scratched its surface. Countless concepts still eluded him, stubborn and distant.

Comprehending Laws was no easy task. It was difficult—perhaps even impossible for many—but not equally so for everyone. For Kallus, while the process was undeniably hard, it wasn’t impossibly so. He still considered it manageable—challenging, yes, but not beyond his reach.

As for the members of his fleet, while they weren’t as fast as him, they were undeniably talented. After all, they had been shaped by the extraordinary environment they cultivated in.

He briefly looked out across the vast Origin Plains and other regions of the Universal Plane, where many members of the Void Fleet were diligently at work—some cultivating, others training, and more. The innate talents they possessed were especially amplified through his soul abilities.

Yet, if any cultivators from beyond this universal plane—true powerhouses from the Milky Way, and even beyond the galaxy and across the cosmos—were to hear Kallus claim that this was difficult, they might very well curse him to death on the spot.

“Hard?” they would scoff. “You call this hard?! You’ve comprehended dozens of Laws in mere days, and you dare complain? What about us—who struggle for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of years—just to barely grasp two or three Laws?”

And for now, Kallus had set his sights on a singular, towering goal: the Law of Time.

He had yet to fully comprehend it, but this rare moment—this fleeting window—was his best chance. He would pour every ounce of focus into grasping its intricacies, bending its rhythm to his will. Only after he had unraveled the mysteries of Time would he shift his attention to the other Laws that called to him from the edges of understanding.

Among them were the Laws of Spirit and Soul, Devouring, Void, Reversal, Karma, Fate, Destiny, Yin and Yang, and several higher and fundamental Laws—such as the Law of Power, the enigmatic Law of Illusion, and the ancient Law of Blood.

Yet he would not chase them blindly.

His priority, for now, remained crystal clear: master Time. Then, only if he succeeded, would he begin pursuing the rest—one by one, starting with the Grand Laws. The Fundamental and Higher Laws would only follow if time permitted.

But even that… depended on whether the Law Web lingered long enough for him to seize it all.

With all his plans set, Kallus wasted no time. In fact, all these thoughts, decisions, and strategies—everything—took him less than a second. A testament to just how fast his mind could process information when focused. It was a glimpse of the sharp edge his will had been honed into.

With nothing left to consider, Kallus slowly closed his eyes… and descended.

He dove deeper and deeper into a meditative state—one he had stumbled upon by accident long ago, yet had since mastered. A state without name, without form, yet incomparably powerful. Here, emotions were perfectly controlled, thoughts flowed like crystal rivers, and comprehension surged with impossible speed.

In this state, his ability to grasp Laws increased by tens of thousands of percent. It was as if a rocket had been fitted with an engine of divine origin—blasting forward with unstoppable force.

And in this silent storm of clarity, he began.

Around him, the air was saturated with the essence of countless Laws. Their auras intertwined, resonating with ancient truth. Kallus wasted nothing. He absorbed every flicker, every ripple, every echo—determined to forge power from the very fabric of reality itself.

As Kallus began his own path of comprehension—like so many others around him—just a short distance away sat his mother, Amelia.

She, too, was fully immersed in meditation, her presence calm and radiant as she delved into her own chosen Law. Unlike Kallus, Amelia wasn’t chasing a wide spectrum of concepts. Her focus was singular, profound—and deeply personal.

She was attuned to the Law of Life.

It wasn’t just familiarity. Her class itself was intricately woven into the very essence of this Law. And because of that deep-rooted connection, the Law of Life resonated with her far more profoundly than any other. Among the many Laws rippling through the atmosphere, it was this one that called to her with unmatched intensity—responding as if it, too, recognized her.

Amelia suspected that this resonance wasn’t just spiritual—it might even be forging bridges to other Laws. And yet, she didn’t care. Her path was already clear. The Law of Life was foundational to both her existence and her class. It didn’t just empower her—it refined her being.

She had affinities with other powerful Laws too. The Law of Resurrection stirred faintly within her soul, and others flickered at the edges of her awareness. But none could compare to the depth of alignment she shared with the Law of Life.

To her, it wasn’t just a Grand Law. It was a core principle of who she was and who she would become.

She knew better than to scatter her focus. Trying to comprehend multiple Laws at once would only dilute the outcome and risk gaining mastery over none. Only with full command of a single Law could one truly unlock its potential—and once that foundation was solid, it would become exponentially easier to approach the branching Laws connected to it.

So she sat, calm yet resolute, letting the Law of Life flow into her spirit, weaving itself into her class, her essence, her destiny.

And above all else—more than power, more than versatility—Amelia chose focus.

Yes, comprehending more Laws would certainly grant her broader strength, greater flexibility in battle and beyond. But she understood the price: scattering her comprehension would mean losing the unique edge her class offered.

The Law of Life was not just compatible with her—it was the core of her strength. To chase after other Laws prematurely would only dull that edge, weakening what made her truly exceptional.

Besides, Amelia had no desire to chase absolute strength or domination. That path belonged to others—her son, her husband, and even their daughter, each destined to carve their names into history with might.

But she? She sought something different.

Amelia had always been drawn to stability—to calm, to balance, to the unshakable foundation a family could grow upon. And in the Law of Life, she saw not just power, but the ability to preserve, to heal, to endure.

With mastery over it, she could safeguard those she loved, support them when storms came, and ensure their legacy was not lost to time.

She didn’t need to stand at the frontlines to be strong.

She simply needed control over Life itself.

To her, true power was not merely defined by destruction or domination, but by the ability to manipulate life to its fullest potential—to endure, to persevere, and to act with purpose when it mattered most. That, to her, was the essence of power.

And the Law of Life embodied that ideal perfectly.

What drove her wasn’t the lure of overwhelming force, but the quiet, unshakable conviction to protect and sustain. She didn’t need the glory of battle or the fear of others.

She needed the power to be present—not on the frontlines, but never far from the battle.

More than anything, one truth gave her resolve:If she could fully comprehend the Law of Life, she would unlock the most sacred ability of all—The power to resurrect anyone, entirely and without cost.

Such a gift wouldn’t stem from the Law alone—it would emerge from the synergy between the Law of Life and her class, forming a perfect harmony that would give birth to a new ability, one unique to her alone.

Alongside this newfound power, something even greater would awaken—an essence that would make all of this possible, eliminating the cost she would otherwise have to bear when resurrecting someone.

But she wouldn’t pay that price… because she would have something that would deal with the cost in her stead.

And with her ability to resurrect, any army would become near-invincible—undaunted by death, strengthened by hope, for as long as she stood, their fall was never final.

As long as she stood, they would be undying. And with that, they would fight with greater conviction, with renewed will to win.

More than anything, she sought this power so she could ease her son’s burden—so she could stand behind him, silently bearing the weight he should never have carried alone.

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