Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Ramona II

Aiden absorbed their words in silence. “So, what do I need?”

“There’s a legendary item called the ‘Void Stone,’ which allows safe passage between realms. However, it’s incredibly rare. We’re talking about a treasure that even Saint Kings covet,” Nexus explained.

“Or,” Myne interjected, “you could use your Martial Spirits. Their connection to the laws might help you bypass some of the restrictions. But it’s risky, and no one knows what side effects there could be.”

Aiden’s mind worked quickly, weighing his options. He could try to find a Void Stone, though that would likely delay his journey indefinitely, or he could rely on his Martial Spirits—something he had done countless times before, but with this much at stake, the risk was unnerving.

“And the Void Stone? Any leads on where I could find one?” Aiden asked.

“Nothing concrete, but there are rumors of one hidden in the depths of the Eternal Abyss,” Nexus said cautiously. “But that’s a place even powerful cultivators avoid. It’s not called the Abyss for nothing.”

Aiden’s gaze darkened. “Of course, the most dangerous place possible.”

“That’s why we thought the Martial Spirit option might be quicker, though unpredictable,” Myne suggested. “You’ve pushed through worse before.”

Aiden leaned back, deep in thought. The fate of his sister weighed heavily on his mind. He couldn’t afford to waste time searching for a Void Stone, but the thought of gambling on his Martial Spirits without knowing the consequences…

After a long silence, Aiden exhaled. “We’ll try the Martial Spirit method first. If that fails, we can always search for the Void Stone.”

Nexus and Myne exchanged glances again but nodded in agreement.

“Alright,” Nexus said. “We’ll help you prepare. But we should be cautious—this isn’t something to rush into.”

“Agreed,” Aiden said, rising to his feet. “Let’s make sure we know everything we can before attempting the descent.”

*****

Later that night, the three gathered again, this time in a secluded chamber lined with ancient inscriptions and symbols of power. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, as the air itself seemed to hum with energy.

Aiden stood at the center, focusing solely on his Gemini Martial Spirits: the White and Black Celestial Swords. These were now his only Martial Spirits, His other Martial spirits are long being devoured by them. The twin swords floated before him, radiating an aura of immense and contrasting forces. The White Celestial Sword gleamed with a soft, divine glow, while the Black Celestial Sword absorbed the light around it, exuding a dark and foreboding presence.

Nexus and Myne stood at the edges of the chamber, their faces tense with concern. They could feel the balance of power that the swords held—a delicate harmony between light and shadow, life and death.

“You’re really going through with this, huh?” Nexus asked, her voice steady but filled with caution. “The Gemini Swords… they’re not like other Martial Spirits. Their nature is more volatile.”

Aiden gave a slight nod, his focus never wavering. “I know. But they’re all I have now. If anything can help me descend safely, it’s them.”

Myne took a deep breath before stepping closer, her eyes on the twin swords. “Just be careful, Aiden. The balance between light and dark is fragile. One wrong move, and it could all collapse.”

Aiden inhaled deeply, centering himself. The energy in the room grew heavier, reacting to the power of the Gemini Swords. Slowly, he raised his hands toward them, feeling the connection to both realms—the Immortal and the lower ones—begin to stir. The inscriptions on the walls began to pulse with energy, echoing the dual forces of his Martial Spirits.

With a steady voice, Aiden spoke. “Let’s begin.”

The White Celestial Sword flared, its light intensifying as it began to link with the higher realms, while the Black Celestial Sword deepened its dark energy, reaching out toward the lower realms. The twin swords resonated with each other, forming a bridge between the two planes, and Aiden could feel the pull of both realms. It was like standing on the edge of two worlds, balancing on a thread of power.

Sweat beaded on Aiden’s forehead as the strain of maintaining the balance between the swords grew. The forces tugged at him from all directions, light and shadow clashing and merging in a delicate dance. The descent was beginning, and he could feel the laws of the lower realm pulling him back.

“Aiden!” Myne called, her voice sharp with concern. “Be careful, the balance is shifting!”

Aiden gritted his teeth, focusing harder, trying to maintain the equilibrium between the swords. The pressure was immense, and for a moment, the light of the White Sword flickered, while the dark energy of the Black Sword surged.

“Hold steady,” Nexus urged, her eyes locked on the swords, ready to intervene if needed.

Aiden exhaled slowly, calming his mind. He brought the two forces back into alignment, the White Sword glowing brightly once again, the Black Sword settling into a steady, controlled darkness.

The room grew still as the twin swords finally stabilized, and Aiden felt a sense of relief wash over him. The descent had begun, and with the Gemini Swords guiding him, he was ready descend back in lower realm.

“Let’s go,” Aiden said quietly, his voice filled with resolve.

With a final surge of energy from the Gemini Swords, the world around Aiden shifted as a black and white portal engulfed him. In an instant, he was back in the lower realm.

He opened his eyes and looked around, finding himself in the middle of a dense jungle or forest—he couldn’t tell exactly. The towering trees and thick foliage surrounded him, their shadows stretching across the uneven terrain.

Aiden glanced down at himself, noticing something odd. His Saint energy, the power he acquired on in the higher realms, was completely sealed. “I guess I can only use my physical strength here,” he mumbled, taking stock of his situation.

{Yes, it’s for the safety of the lower realms against the higher realm’s energy,} Nexus’s voice echoed in his mind before she materialized beside him. Her body was made from a hard light construct, shimmering faintly.

“Higher realm energy is too dense and destructive for the lower realm. It could potentially destroy the entire world, so the laws of the lower realms automatically seal that energy when someone descends,” Myne explained, appearing next to them. Like Nexus, her form was made from light constructs, her expression calm.

“But it’s not all bad,” Myne added with a soft smile. “Your body is incredibly powerful now, Aiden. Even without your Saint energy, no one in the lower realm—even those at the pinnacle like Spirit Gods—can truly harm you.”

Aiden flexed his hands, feeling the raw physical power coursing through his body. Even without his Saint energy, his physical strength was immense—far beyond what any being in this lower realm could match.

He took a deep breath, the familiar scent of earth and nature filling his lungs. “Well, it’s fine. It’s not like we’re here to fight anyway,” he muttered before leaping high into the sky. The wind whipped past him as he soared upward, the trees shrinking beneath him in an instant.

“This trick never gets old,” Aiden mumbled to himself, marveling at the ease with which his body moved. From his vantage point, he scanned the vast expanse of land below, searching for any signs of human settlements or cities that might give him a clue as to where he had descended.

The landscape stretched out endlessly before him—rolling hills, thick forests, and winding rivers—but in the far distance, he spotted something: a small village nestled against the edge of a mountain range. Smoke from chimneys curled up into the sky, and faint signs of life could be seen moving about.

“That’s a start,” Aiden said as he began descending, aiming for the village. Whatever part of the world he had landed in, that village would be his first step to figuring out why he had been drawn back to the lower realm.

Both Myne and Nexus has long entered his body as he made his way towards the village.

Aiden descended swiftly, the wind rushing past him as he made his way toward the village he had spotted. His landing was graceful, despite the force behind his jump, as he lightly touched down at the edge of the settlement. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the rustic houses and cobblestone streets.

The village was small but bustling, with villagers moving about in the fading light, finishing their day’s tasks. Children ran along the streets, laughing, while merchants packed up their stalls, and farmers returned from the fields with their livestock. It was a peaceful, unassuming place, far removed from the chaos of the higher realms.

Aiden walked through the village, his presence drawing a few curious glances. With his white hair, sharp features, and the subtle power that radiated from his physique, he stood out like a beacon. But no one approached him. The villagers, though curious, seemed too accustomed to their simple lives to bother with someone who looked so out of place.