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Higher than Heaven

A 15-year-old boy was running for his life. He found a cave and entered, trying to hide from his pursuer. However, there was an old man inside it and he was put to sleep by the old man for 1000 years.  Inside his dream, the old man gave him an inheritance. Inside his dream, he became the supreme being, lived for billions of years and created several powerful techniques that surpass what the old man gave to him. And more importantly, inside his dream, he created his harem! One day he opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.  Cover's Graphic Artist: Jhassi For those interested in commission contact his discord id: Jhassi#7643

Penless · Eastern
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73 Chs

Corrupted Being

As Azrael gazed at the gorilla-like monster, he clenched his fist, a contemplative expression crossing his face. "Hmmmm, I think my Blood Refining Cultivation is solidifying," he mused. Turning his attention back to the creature, he spoke with an air of gratitude, "As a thank you for helping me to solidify my cultivation, I will let you live. However," Azrael's eyes gleamed with determination as he peered into the depths of the corrupted region, "this is still not enough; I should aim for beyond perfection." A confident smile played on his lips, signaling a resolute intent to push his cultivation to greater heights.

Bianca approached him, her gaze filled with curiosity. "So, are you going to fight the monster in the depths of this corrupted region?" she inquired, a confident glint in her eyes.

"Yes," Azrael affirmed, "and I will only use my Blood Refining Cultivation. In that way, I can solidify it beyond perfection."

"I see," Bianca responded, a knowing smile on her face. "Well, it's you, so you will not have any problem dealing with a monster at the level of Spirit Sovereign Realm, even if you are limiting your strength."

Azrael and Bianca ventured deeper into the corrupted region, the air thick with malevolent energy. As they pressed forward, they encountered multiple monsters, each at the level of the gorilla-like creature, some even stronger and more corrupted. Azrael chose to rely solely on his formidable physical prowess, each movement akin to a dance of destruction.

Amidst the chaos, Bianca joined the fray when the mood struck her. With her great dao of music, she wielded sound as a weapon, creating harmonious waves that disrupted the corrupted energies around them. The monsters, disoriented by the unusual combination of sheer force and musical manipulation, struggled to retaliate.

Azrael's punches reverberated through the corrupted air, each strike resonating with the essence energy he had unlocked in his Blood Refining Cultivation. Bianca's melodic notes intertwined with the battle, creating an otherworldly symphony of destruction.

As they progressed, the concentration of corruption increased, and the monsters became more formidable. The duo faced challenges that tested not only their physical strength but also their ability to harmonize their unique skills. The encounters painted a vivid picture of their synergy, showcasing Azrael's raw power complemented by Bianca's artful finesse.

With each defeated monster, the corruption in the region seemed to pulse in response, almost as if the land itself reacted to their presence. The journey through the depths of the corrupted region became a relentless dance between Azrael's unyielding might and Bianca's rhythmic mastery, a display that echoed through the tainted landscape.

Amidst the chaotic battles, there were moments when Bianca decided to unleash the power of her illusions. With a graceful wave of her hand, she wove illusions that twisted the perception of the monsters. Some creatures found themselves locked in combat with imaginary foes, an amusing diversion orchestrated by Bianca for her own entertainment.

However, nothing compared to the thrill she experienced when she witnessed her husband dominating the monsters with his raw physical prowess. Azrael's movements were a symphony of power and precision, each strike sending shockwaves through the corrupted air. Bianca's entire being squirmed with delight as she reveled in the display of Azrael's dominance. The vivid imagery painted a sensual picture in her mind, the combination of strength and control fueling a passionate fire within her.

As the monsters fell before Azrael's might, Bianca couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and desire. The corrupted region bore witness to a union of strength and allure, a captivating spectacle in the midst of chaos.

Azrael and Bianca, seasoned warriors with an unshakeable confidence, nonchalantly halted their advance. With a shared look that spoke volumes of their assurance, they calmly turned their attention to the looming entity before them. 

Before them stood a colossal entity, an amalgamation of corruption that seemed to pulse with malevolence. Its form was a grotesque fusion of twisted limbs, oozing tendrils, and eyes that glowed with an eerie light. The air around it was thick with corruption, creating an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to defy the laws of nature. The lower body of the creature seemed to materialize from pure corrupted gas, taking on an inky black color, intensifying the eerie aura that surrounded it.

Azrael and Bianca faced the monstrous creation with calm determination in their eyes. The being regarded them with a condescending air, as if mocking their audacity to challenge its presence. The corrupted energies emanating from the creature seemed to coil and writhe, creating an otherworldly aura that hinted at the depth of its power.

Azrael spoke, his voice resonating with unwavering confidence, "This is the heart of the corruption, and I intend to purify it with my Blood Refining Cultivation. Stand back, Bianca."

Bianca nodded, her gaze unwavering.

The clash between Azrael and the colossal entity unleashed a torrent of power, each force vying for dominance in the corrupted battleground. Azrael moved with unparalleled confidence and fierceness, his every strike a testament to the refinement of his Blood Refining Cultivation. The corrupted being, shrouded in the malevolence of its essence, countered with all its might.

The creature's entire form was engulfed in corruption, an ominous aura amplifying its strength to levels comparable to a 9th Spirit Sovereign Realm. This level of power was considered peak-tier, capable of shaking continents and planets. However, Azrael met the challenge head-on, surprising both his opponent.

Unlike previous encounters, Azrael sustained minor injuries and corruption during this battle. The corrupted being showcased the true extent of its strength, and Azrael, limited to his Blood Refining Realm, allowed himself to receive these controlled damages. Unrestricted, Azrael would have effortlessly withstood even the essence of corruption itself.

As the battlefield trembled with the clash of titans, Azrael's prowess and the corrupted being's malevolent strength created a spectacle that echoed through the corrupted region. The very air seemed to pulsate with the intensity of their struggle, marking a pivotal moment in the ongoing conflict between the two.

The shockwaves of Azrael's battle against the corrupted being reverberated far beyond the Corrupted Region, sending ripples of seismic force that shook the entire continent of Sekkonthia. Earthquakes rippled through the land, causing panic among mortals who turned to prayer, seeking divine protection from the unsettling tremors.

In the sea, the disturbance manifested as typhoons, the churning waters reflecting the turbulence of the clash between Azrael and corrupted being. The tumultuous events sparked awe and terror in equal measure, as even the farthest reaches of the continent experienced the tumultuous consequences.

The cultivators of various levels felt the profound impact. Elders from ancient sects and kingdoms turned their gaze in the direction of the disturbance, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern. Peak cultivators, renowned for their deductive skills, strained their senses to discern the identities of the formidable forces engaged in the cataclysmic battle.

The entire realm of Sekkonthia stood on the precipice of upheaval, caught in the throes of a conflict whose echoes reached every corner of the continent. The clash between Azrael and the corrupted being left an indelible mark on the collective consciousness of cultivators and mortals alike.

The corrupted being panted heavily, its grotesque form revealing signs of severe damage. Numerous eyes were lost, limbs hung broken, and the once thick, gas-like lower body dispersed into a thin veil of corruption. Rage burned in the remaining eyes of the creature as it assessed the cost of its encounter with Azrael.

Azrael, too, bore the marks of the intense battle. While most of his injuries were minor, some parts of his body had turned a subtle grayish hue, a testament to the corruption he absorbed during the clash. For the first time since awakening, Azrael bore visible wounds, a choice he made to uphold the purpose of solidifying his current cultivation beyond perfection.

In this decisive moment, both combatants stood on the precipice of triumph and defeat, their strengths and weaknesses laid bare in the aftermath of a battle that tested the limits of their strength.

The corrupted being, fueled by desperation, unleashed a new wave of attacks. Drawing in the corrupted air around, it began a rapid recovery, its injuries visibly healing before Azrael's eyes. But the creature didn't stop there; the smoke-like lower body transformed into tentacle-like appendages that anchored into the soil. Each tentacle absorbed the corruption in the vicinity, replenishing the being's strength.

Surprisingly, Azrael remained motionless, a silent spectator to the creature's resurgence. His eyes, a reflection of patience and confidence, observed the corrupted being's every move. In this moment of apparent vulnerability, Azrael was not merely biding his time; he was waiting for the creature to grow stronger.

As the clash between Azrael and the corrupted being reached new heights, an unexpected phenomenon occurred throughout the corrupted region. Cultivators and monsters alike, previously caught in the chaos of the fight, suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. Confusion and disbelief washed over them as the pervasive corruption that had saturated the region began to recede.

The once panicking cultivators, who were experiencing severe injuries due to the impact of the battle, now found themselves in a state of bewilderment. The entire corrupted region seemed to be undergoing a transformation, and the corruptive forces were noticeably diminishing. The corrupted plants started to wither, the once tainted treasures and minerals cracked, and the monsters with corruption within them began to lose consciousness and vital nutrients.

The lessening corruption reached a level where even normal cultivators would no longer be adversely affected. This unexpected turn of events left both cultivators and monsters in a state of confusion.

The cultivators, now able to see further and breathe more freely as the corruption lifted, glanced around in wonder. However, their improved visibility couldn't penetrate the vastness of the corrupted region. Many of them were positioned near the exits, unable to witness the epicenter of the disturbance. Unfortunately, some cultivators had faced the full brunt of the disaster and lost their lives in the chaos.

The sheer size of the corrupted region rendered it challenging for those at the outskirts to discern the exact location of the intense confrontation between Azrael and the corrupted being. The transformation occurring within the corrupted region remained a mystery to the majority, leaving them to speculate and piece together the unfolding events based on the visible changes in the environment.

Azrael observed the colossal being before him, now standing at a towering height of 300 meters. Its eyes had regenerated, multiplying in number, and additional limbs sprouted from its form, boasting at least ten arms. The gas-like lower body had thickened, extending its influence over the surrounding soil. A veil of corruption, resembling a smoke-like substance, spread across a diameter of at least 3 kilometers, connecting all these elements to the monstrous lower body. The creature's transformation signified a drastic escalation in both size and power.

Azrael's feet skillfully avoided the thick gas, protected by the robust essence energy enveloping his lower limbs. The corrupted gas, formidable in its influence, found itself thwarted by the resilient shield of Azrael's essence energy, unable to make contact with his feet.

"Let's begin."

As Azrael muttered, the battle resumed with renewed intensity. The colossal corrupted being, fueled by its recent absorption of corruption from the environment, unleashed a barrage of attacks with its multiple arms. Azrael, undeterred by the creature's augmented strength, met each strike with calculated precision.

The clash between Azrael and corruption intensified, sending shockwaves through the corrupted region. The very essence of the land seemed to tremble as Azrael engaged in a battle that transcended the physical realm.

Bianca observed the spectacle with unwavering confidence, her gaze fixed on Azrael. She made no attempt to interfere, understanding that this was a challenge he had to face alone. 

The shockwaves from the ongoing battle reverberated through the corrupted region, causing panic among the cultivators. In their injured state, fear took hold, and a sense of urgency propelled them to flee for their lives. Even those severely wounded struggled to drag their bodies away from the epicenter of the conflict, seeking refuge from the unpredictable forces at play. The once chaotic and desperate atmosphere became a frenzied attempt to escape the unfolding turmoil.

The corrupted being unleashed a concentrated surge of corruptive energy, forming a deadly blast aimed at Azrael. With his muscles flexed and essence energy coursing through his clenched fist, Azrael met the oncoming corruption-infused attack head-on. The clash between the two forces created seismic disturbances, shaking the very foundations of the continent.

As the tumultuous clash settled, Azrael examined his fist, noticing a subtle grayish tint on his skin. Unfazed, he turned his attention back to the colossal monster before him.

"Despite being the most enjoyable battle I have yet ever since I woke up, the time has come to end this," Azrael declared. In an instant, he vanished, reappearing next to the monstrous face. Flexing his muscles once more, Azrael delivered a powerful punch that connected with the being.

The connection between Azrael's fists and the corrupted being's body sent ripples through the malevolent entity, weakening its once robust form. In a display of immense strength, Azrael delivered a powerful kick, propelling the colossal monster through the air. The corrupted being hurtled toward the nearby mountain range, and the impact was so tremendous that nearly half of the mountains crumbled under the force, leaving destruction in its wake.

Azrael's unwavering gaze remained fixed on the colossal monster. With a thoughtful expression, he touched his chin, "I have thought of a new technique.". As he clenched his fist, essence energy flowed, dispelling the grayish taint caused by corruption. The concentration of essence energy intensified, causing every particle to vibrate. In the midst of these vibrations, clashes occurred, elevating the temperature of the essence energy.

The air distorted around Azrael, and the rocks beneath him began to melt like lava. Satisfied with the build-up, he punched through the air. The giant monster, still recovering from its previous toss, watched helplessly as the concentrated essence energy hurtled toward it. The destruction in its wake was immense, leveling and melting the soil below.

In a desperate move, the monster circulated its corruption energy to conjure a shield. However, as soon as the essence energy touched the shield, it melted like ice meeting the sun. A peculiar scene unfolded as the essence energy momentarily stopped, perplexing the monster and lowering its guard a little. Yet, in a swift turn of events, the energy expanded almost instantly, engulfing the monster. The impact of this expansion dispersed clouds far beyond and obliterated multiple mountain ranges in the corrupted region. The repercussions echoed across the continent, marking the end of the intense battle.

In the aftermath of destruction, Azrael couldn't help but laugh, his voice echoing with a mix of triumph and satisfaction. "HAHAHAHA, I call it the prankster energy!" He chuckled while panting, a clear sign that unleashing such a formidable attack had depleted all of his essence energy. The remnants of the once colossal monster were nowhere to be seen, completely disintegrated, and the air resonated with the lingering impact of Azrael's powerful technique.