Chapter 239: Second Haunting Memory Of A Supreme Paragon (6)

As if drawn to it, the spiritual energy surged towards Michael’s body.

Instantly a skull connected to the body along a spine materialized from thin air. Along it, blood vessels wove themselves together, eyes linked with his brain, accomplished by firm muscles, only for all to be covered by his skin. One that had begun to radiate breathtaking perfection.

Opening his eyes, his gaze settled on his palms, observing in an uncanny clarity. Slowly his lips parted as he spoke barely above a whisper.

“So I finally managed to achieve it…”

A painted smile tugged his face.

“I became a Lord.”

The Titan stared at the man in confusion.

Had perhaps the alien been mistaken? Didn’t it kill Michael a few seconds ago?

How come he now stood, unscathed, bearing the aura of a Lord?

“Preposterous!” The Almighty bellowed, striking once more.

It was clear the strike carried the same power as before. However, it failed to finish Michael in a single blow. A deep gash tore across his chest, splitting his clothing and sending it to the ground, leaving his torso bare.

Shockingly, the spiritual energy surged towards him once more. The wound stitched itself back, disappearing in a flash.

“…”

Disbelief settled as silence stretched on. The lesser Gros’fag and their strongest leaders could only stare at Michael in bewilderment.

“Does this mean the human attained enlightenment… At the very moment of his death?”

The Monarchs instinctively took a step backwards.

Even if Michael had become a Lord, he should not have been able to harm them. And yet, foreign tension began to build in their hearts.

Indeed, just as they had theorized, Michael had broken through whatever had been holding him back, officially reaching the Lord realm.

Cultivators often believed that the hardest enlightenment to achieve was the leap from Grandmaster to Lord. Yet this very leap, depending on the methods used to achieve it, also brought immense benefits.

Some achieved it through years of uninterrupted meditation. Others spent countless treasures to force it.

But there was another path, the one Michael had walked. He had attained his enlightenment by single-handedly creating a technique… one that bore no equal.

With his mind fractured after countless sleepless battles against the Gros’fag and their mental assaults, his slow descend into madness. On top of losing part of himself as he bore witness to the deaths of his beloved and his daughter… All of it leading him to die before a monster unfathomably more powerful than himself.

In his final moment, everything seemed to connect, leading to the creation of his own technique.

One possessed solely by him.

Undoubtedly, Michael had achieved the most complete enlightenment in the history of mankind. With his process being so profound, it successfully turned him into one of the most threatening existences in the entire universe.

Although at that moment, Michael did not yet possess the system that would guide him in his second life… Or more accurately, he had yet to create it. Had it existed at this point in history, it would have categorized his technique as such:

[Technique: Indomitable Human Spirit]

[Rank: Celestial]

[Description: As long as the flame of ambition burns within your spirit, every form of spiritual energy gravitates toward you, bypassing the limitations of your physical body.]

Michael’s smile widened, eyes starting to gleam with a dangerous intensity, as his aura burst outwards.

“I finally managed to grasp it! The true essence of spiritual energy… the meaning of a human spirit!”

A shiver passed down the Titan’s spine. The way Michael stood so fearless in the face of death. Made it reevaluate the very nature of its existence.

“Perish!”

With a powerful roar, the Almighty unleashed its full might, causing Michael’s body to erupt into a violent burst, erasing him without leaving any trace.

Yet it all began to appear hopeless. The spiritual energy surged according to his soul’s will. His body materialized in a blink of an eye.

What Michael’s technique was, the aliens did not know. However, they were able to quickly get the gist of it.

“His technique allows him to absorb power with ease… For as long as there is spiritual energy present, his wounds will mend together, restoring him to peak strength indefinitely.”

In simple terms, as long as Michael was surrounded by spiritual energy, he was essentially immortal. And since spiritual energy was the very essence of life and the universe itself…

By extension it was considered an infinite resource.

Truly the most horrifying opponent one could face in combat.

With realization settling in, the Monarchs paled one by one. Even the Titan’s eyes narrowed as terror slowly crept in.

In contrast to the aliens’ creeping horror, Michael’s smile began to appear more menacing with each passing second. Taking steady steps, he forced the aliens to step back. He spoke, his tone laced with bloodlust.

“Where did that arrogance from earlier go? Don’t tell me… Could it be that you’ve finally come to understand the gravity of your situation?”

Gritting its teeth, the Titan bellowed.

“Do not hesitate! He is nothing more than a mere human! Take advantage of the fact that he’s trapped within the barrier, overwhelm him, and shatter his mind! If we cannot kill him, then we will break his mental resolve!”

Obeying the command, the Monarchs, along with the lesser aliens who had gathered amidst the chaos, all fixed their central eyes on Michael. Together, they unleashed the full force of their mental illusions, with even the Titan joining in.

Not even the Emperor of humanity himself would be able to get out unscathed by the sudden pressure.

“HAHAHA!”

Yet strangely, rather than showing any kind of strain, Michael erupted into maniacal laughter.

Did these beings actually believe they could subject him to a reality worse than the one he was currently experiencing?

Oh, the irony!

“Let me make one thing clear.” He pounced on the nearest alien, obliterating its form to shreds, only to instantly absorb the spiritual energy the creature released in its demise.

“I’m not the one trapped here with you. You’re the ones trapped with me.”

Akin to an unstoppable wave, Michael began to tear through the alien forces like a knife through butter. Regardless of the aliens’ tier, they all seemed utterly incapable of stopping him.

The only ones that posed any kind of challenge were the Monarchs and their leader, yet Michael simply ignored their attacks, focusing on the lesser aliens that weren’t able to retaliate.

Gradually their death toll climbed, from thousands to millions, the spiritual energy their bodies released trapped by the barrier the Titan had created, indirectly aided Michael and his slaughter. Eventually it became apparent that should things continue like this, the Gros’fag race was going to be exterminated by a lone human!

Fuming in rage, one of the Monarchs got dangerously close and swung its tail, aiming to behead Michael. Yet he effortlessly caught it with his teeth, causing the Monarch to shiver in terror.

His power now rivaled theirs!

By the time it was over, the meteor that was once the Gros’fag’s home was drenched in their blood. With Michael standing at the pinnacle, exuding an overwhelmingly monstrous presence.

That was the same aura Devil’s Tongue had glimpsed when the two first made contact, leading the sword to wonder if Michael was the reincarnation of some kind of evil god.

With the Gros’fag annihilated, its leader, the Almighty Titan, was reduced to little more than a torso. Its tail and six limbs were torn as it wept beneath Michael’s merciless gaze.

“How could you?!” The Titan bellowed, pushed to insanity by witnessing the extinction of its species.

“Where are your morals?!”

Michael scoffed, finding the very idea of an alien lecturing him about morals ridiculous.

Leaning in closer, he whispered:

“I buried them, along with my unborn daughter.”

Completely descending into frenzy, the alien began to scream.

Finding the constant screeching annoying, Michael stomped the Titan’s head, silencing it forever.

With the death of the Gros’fag’s ruler came the obliteration of their entire race, every last member wiped from existence without exception.

“…”

Comfortable silence, one void of any tension, spread across the bloody meteor.

’When was the last time I slept?’ Michael wondered, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. His eyes reflected the boundless expanse of the cosmos clustered with constellations arranged in stellar patterns.

“Ah…”

Crimson tears trailed from the corners of his eyes, his hair gently swaying in the crisp breeze.

“I won.”

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