Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Ascension Blessing

As Aiden fell on his butt, golden light from heavens bathed him in its light.

As Aiden sat there, bathed in the golden light from the heavens, he felt an overwhelming surge of energy within him. This was no ordinary light—it was the blessing of Heaven, a gift bestowed upon every cultivator who ascends after overcoming the final trial. The warmth and power of this divine radiance seeped into his very being, rejuvenating his battered body and mind.

Closing his eyes, Aiden felt a profound shift within his soul. His Martial Spirit Palace, the very core of his cultivation, began to undergo a dramatic transformation. The once confined space that housed his powers rapidly expanded, evolving into a vast, boundless realm that reflected his newfound strength and potential.

First, the Golden Sword, his sharp and unwavering Martial Spirit, glowed brighter than ever before. It elongated and broadened, its blade now shimmering with an ethereal golden light. The sword pulsed with energy, each throb resonating with the power of Ultimate Gold and absolute severance, ready to cut through any obstacle in its path.

Next, the Death Dragon of Infinite Darkness stirred within the expanded palace. Its massive form, previously bound by the limitations of the Spirit Realm, now stretched to its full, terrifying glory. The dragon’s scales, as black as the void itself, gleamed ominously, while its eyes burned with a fierce, crimson light. It exuded an aura of dread and finality, a being that could command the very essence of death and darkness.

The Destiny Thread of Million Miracles also underwent a remarkable change. What was once a single, fragile thread had now multiplied into countless strands, each one shimmering with a different color and vibrating with the potential of infinite possibilities. These threads weaved together, forming a complex web that represented Aiden’s control over fate itself. He could now sense the myriad paths and destinies that lay before him, each one a potential miracle waiting to be realized.

Finally, the Reaper Scythe, the only Soul Striking Spirit of his Martial Spirits, took on a new, more formidable form. Its blade, once simple and unadorned, was now etched with ancient runes that glowed with a deadly, pale light. The scythe’s handle extended, becoming more ornate and twisted, as if reflecting the complexities of life and death that it governed. In Aiden’s hands, this weapon was the embodiment of finality—a tool that could sever the soul from the body with a single swing.

As his Martial Spirits expanded and evolved, Aiden felt his connection to them deepen. They were no longer just tools; they were extensions of his very soul, each one representing a different aspect of his being. The Golden Sword stood for his unyielding will, the Death Dragon for his mastery over darkness, the Destiny Thread for his control over fate, and the Reaper Scythe for his dominion over life and death.

His physical body, too, began to change. Muscles that had been strained and torn were now revitalized, his strength returning tenfold. His skin took on a subtle golden hue, a sign of the immortal energy now coursing through his veins. His senses sharpened, allowing him to perceive the world in ways he had never imagined before.

Aiden could feel the power of the heavens, the wisdom of the ancients, and the strength of his Martial Spirits all surging within him. He knew, in this moment, that he had truly ascended. He had transcended the limits of a mere cultivator and had reached the next level of cultivation, Immortal Stage.

As the golden light began to fade, leaving Aiden standing in the aftermath of his transformation, he opened his eyes, now glowing with a new intensity. He felt the immense power within him, the weight of his new status as an ascendant cultivator.

Rising to his feet, Aiden clenched his fists, feeling the immortal energy pulse through his body. With his Martial Spirits more powerful than ever, he knew he was ready to face whatever awaited him in the Immortal Realm. But for now, he allowed himself a moment of peace, standing tall under the golden sky, knowing that he had earned his place among the Immortal Heaven.

As the golden pillar of light lifted Aiden high into the sky, he felt the intense force propelling him upward at an unimaginable speed. The world around him became a blur, the vivid landscapes of the Spirit Realm merging into streaks of color as he ascended higher and higher. The sheer velocity forced him to close his eyes, focusing inward as he felt the powerful energies of the ascension process enveloping him.

The sensation of rushing through the skies continued for what felt like an eternity, but eventually, the speed began to slow. The golden light surrounding him softened, and the intense pressure that had been pushing him upward gradually eased. Aiden could feel the shift, a change in the very atmosphere around him, as if he were passing through a veil separating two realms.

Finally, the sense of motion ceased, and Aiden felt solid ground beneath his feet. He opened his eyes cautiously, blinking a few times to adjust to the new surroundings. What he saw was not what he expected.

Aiden found himself standing in the heart of a vast forest. Towering trees with emerald leaves stretched up toward the heavens, their branches intertwining to form a dense canopy that filtered the sunlight into a soft, dappled glow. The air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls, a symphony of nature that contrasted sharply with the ethereal silence of the Spirit Realm he had just left behind.

The forest was unlike any he had seen before. The trees were ancient and massive, their trunks covered in thick, twisted vines and moss. Strange, glowing plants dotted the underbrush, their light illuminating the forest floor with an otherworldly glow. The atmosphere was heavy with spiritual energy, more potent than anything he had felt in the Spirit Realm.

Aiden took a deep breath, feeling the richness of the air fill his lungs. It was invigorating, almost intoxicating, filled with the essence of life and power. He could sense the latent energy in every leaf, every blade of grass, as if the very ground he stood on was alive with spiritual force.

This was the Immortal Realm.

Aiden marveled at the beauty and majesty of his new surroundings, but he knew better than to let his guard down. The Immortal Realm was a place of both great opportunity and great danger, and he was now just a mere Immortal Foundation Realm cultivator—the weakest rank here.

Taking a deep breath, Aiden stretched as he bathed in the atmosphere, feeling the almost tenfold increase in spiritual energy compared to the Spirit Realm. It was invigorating, yet the weight of his situation settled heavily on his shoulders.

“Now, where should I go?” Aiden mumbled to himself as he climbed one of the towering trees, reaching the top to get a better view. As he looked around, he saw the vast expanse of the forest stretching endlessly, but in the far distance, he spotted something promising—a city on the horizon, only a few hundred kilometers away.

“Hmm, it seems to be just a few hundred kilometers away,” Aiden noted as he observed the city. Without wasting any time, he jumped down from the tree, intending to fly towards it.

However, as he attempted to fly, he quickly realized something was wrong. “What the heck?” he muttered, realizing he couldn’t take flight as he usually would. The realization hit him—even Immortal Foundation Realm cultivators couldn’t fly here without aid. Frowning, he unfurled his Dark wings, his Death Dragon of Infinite Darkness Martial Spirit coming to his aid, allowing him to take to the skies.

“It seems even Immortal Foundation cultivators can’t fly here,” he thought, adjusting to this new limitation as he flew forward, propelled by the power of his wings. As he glided through the air, his thoughts drifted to Nexus, the one he was eager to meet again. “Just one more year, and I’ll meet you again,” he mumbled to himself, his resolve hardening.

With that thought lingering in his mind, Aiden continued on his way to the distant city.

Arriving at the city, Aiden was greeted by the sight of a bustling metropolis with towering walls that seemed to reach the sky. The city was alive with activity, with streams of people moving in and out through the massive gates under the watchful eyes of the guards stationed there.

As Aiden observed the guards, he noticed something unsettling—their cultivation levels were above his own. These were not ordinary gatekeepers; even the lowest-ranked among them held power beyond his current capabilities. The reality of the Immortal Realm hit him hard. In the Spirit Realm, he had ascended to the highest ranks, but here, he was back to being one of the weakest.

Aiden sighed, feeling the weight of his new reality. The sudden difference in strength was a bitter pill to swallow. He had worked so hard to reach the peak of power, only to find himself at the bottom of the ladder once again.

But Aiden quickly shook his head, banishing such thoughts. There was no time to dwell on what he had lost; this was a new beginning, a new challenge. He needed to adapt and grow stronger once more.