The Aftermath of His Consciousness Registering Victory

He defeated all the demon-horned iguanas he fought singlehandedly.

He did not seek those giant tortoises who seemed to be spectating while he was attempting to overpower the tens of humungous lizard demon-kind by himself.

He knew those spirit beasts were nearby but never a shadow of one of them was seen approaching him and came to his aid while he painstakingly battled those large iguanas.

At first, there was a bile of resentment when those huge iguanas were chasing him. They even left those giant tortoises. He heard one of them commanding, "Catch that one first. These giant tortoises are so hard to deal with. I sense more treasures from that human."

As to how and why one of them managed to get a sense of treasures in him, perhaps that was one of the abilities of demon-horned iguanas. Or so he thought.

That presumption was supported when the Architect confirmed it. He then learned that these large iguana demons were notorious bandits in that area.

The giant tortoises were unfortunate to pass on that area. Reyson Lang seemed to also have a similar fate upon his arrival in the immortal realm.

Somehow, what he thought of an immortal realm— as he fantastically dreamt about for more than a century— was extremely remote based from the experience he managed to encounter during his arrival.

There was him solely while he challenged thirty of those demon-horned iguanas, whose cultivation rank, though lower than him, could overwhelm him in numbers and stature.

Hence, he decided to augment his stature to that of those demons, granting him a fair advantage during their skirmish.

But the demons still gained the upper hand. Their agility stupefied Reyson Lang.

Their strength could not even be underestimated despite him having a wide advantage in that area based on cultivation rank.

Was fate playing with him?

He never thought that his hapless circumstances on Planet Terra escaping his enemies would continue on the immortal realm with foes more formidable and numerous.

Reyson could not even sense the presence of the Architect whom he believed also encountered a similar fate as him.

The depletion of cosmic energy was too severe that the divine system decided to undergo long-term recuperation and regeneration through seclusion within a spatial treasure Reyson refined as his sanctuary.

But before he managed to go into seclusion, he collected all the demon cores from those iguana demons.

His invisibility could not be detected by anyone, except perhaps, by certain beings whose constitution and cultivation prowess could sense his presence.

Before the darkness consumed him, his consciousness made sense of him shouting: "You f*ckers deserve to be torn into dust! Hahaha!"

His consciousness recorded victory after he sensed the intense depletion of his spiritual energy was the obliteration of those adversaries who were chasing him for several miles before he decided to confront them in a life-and-death battle.

But was it a victory in the end? Or would his fate end after he tasted a triumph in which its bitterness slowly rose in his senses?

His sight began to dim after that. But his consciousness remained for a few more minutes when he sensed his injuries being healed and a group of beings with powerful auras approaching him.

His internal thought pinged with alarm as he realized the impending jeopardy. He could not detect his only companion.

His energy was so depleted that overfatigue took over him, enlightening him about his body like a machine in which the battery needed recharging.

But because there was not enough time for recharging or replacement, the machine would be exposed to an unknown danger. Similar to his present state, his Vajra body was not as perfect as he thought it should be.

Probably, he and the Architect incurred a miscalculation when they decided to merge his human body, inflicted with serious injuries, with the Vajra body. But the refinement process was impeccably performed with zero margins for error.

That was what he thought when they were in the void and seemed to be in a state of safety and security after consecutive periods of encountering spatial storms.

These things filled his mind while a part of his consciousness seemed to register a probable danger. His intuition, however, was telling him that he could be redeemed to safety.

His awareness of his surrounding gradually ebbed as he logged different emotions from the group. There was a mix of anxiety, sympathy, and helplessness.

The last thing that registered in his consciousness was when he heard a melodic voice of a young man, "Let's bring him to my master!"

Reyson Lang thought of nothing afterward as his awareness was shut off. It was like a switch was turned off despite his resiliency to sense everything while his sight betrayed him.

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It seemed like moments after a switch was turned off in his awareness, something or someone forced it to switch on.

His consciousness recorded a strange place as his sight fully grasped his surrounding.

"Is this another part of the immortal realm?"

He thought his voice was cracked after experiencing energy depletion. But to his amazement, it was the usual tone that he possessed– a deep baritone that could intimidate anyone but would also magnetize someone he fancied.

"Is this real or am I in a dream?"

While he was mulling this, he glimpsed at the lower portion of his body which seemed to gain corporeal in a state of matter. His gaze also moved to his hands and arms until he felt his body through a self-embrace somewhat shamelessly.

His human body merged with a refined Vajra body also comprised of an astral body that could be transformed into a corporeal one, duplicating his human body. This was something he knew of.

Reyson Lang's astral body was fortified in strength after achieving the stage of a Rainbow body, a technique he learned from esoteric Buddhist teachings.

The mystery of his body would be something no scientists could fathom.

What he believed in his decades of trudging a unique mystic path led him to certain rewards. But he never had an inkling that this could be something of a reward.

"Was killing those large iguanas a heroic act?"

His eyes, after roaming his body, now shifted to his environment.

He was inside a temple, an open-air one where he could see a large garden outside.

It was a picturesque sight. What he witnessed in the land he deemed an immortal realm seemed to pale in comparison to the wonders his eyes beheld as of that moment.

"Am I in another plane of existence?" Reyson spoke by himself or so he thought until he sensed the presence of someone he believed to be formidable yet familiar.

"You can believe that."

"Architect?"

Reyson was puzzled after seeing a familiar presence. But the strength of that aura emitting from that presence was a hundred times more than what he used to sense.

"My presence seemed similar to the entity who has been accompanying you for a very long time." That familiar presence responded. But the voice quality seemed strange. It was masculine, too deep in the baritone range but also melodic.

"But…" Reyson started to relay his thought.

"However, that entity was a fragment of my soul, which is now residing in a higher plane of existence… or shall we say in a higher universe. Here." The owner of the voice, though near, had his sight focused on somewhere.

Reyson failed to pierce through the eyes as he wanted. Nevertheless, he grasped the content of the other person's message.

"What kind of strange encounter is this? What is this place?" He asked internally, trying to conceal this thought knowing that it might still be consciously conveyed to a powerful being.

Momentarily, the pair of eyes seemed to penetrate him when the other decided to shift his head and faced Reyson.

"This place is the Celestial Sanctum. I think you have read about this in your studious journey of your mystic path." That entity possessed a gentle, ethereal presence and his eyes seemed to smile together with the movement of the lips.

"Welcome! But this is not the right time for you to be here."