Void Cultivation

Chapter 309 - 308-

However, Grey did not stop flying. It was only when he arrived near the nearest black star that his figure finally came to a halt.

Compared to the previous black star, this one was of average size. It was neither towering nor insignificant. Yet Grey did not hesitate in the slightest. Without wasting even a breath, he extended his will and began to suppress the star just as he had done before.

Time passed slowly.

A few hours later, the black star trembled violently before its dark surface began to shift. The deep black hue gradually gave way to a radiant purple, as if something ancient and profound had been forcefully rewritten.

At that same moment, a loftier and far more overwhelming pressure erupted from Grey’s body.

It spread outward in waves, distorting the surrounding space.

Grey’s eyes flickered slightly.

"With every star I suppress and bring under my control... the pressure continues to increase?" he muttered, a trace of surprise slipping into his otherwise calm tone.

He had not expected this.

The growth was not linear, it was escalating.

Slowly, a thought began to take root deep within his mind.

Grey did not dwell on it for long. Instead, he turned sharply and continued his search for the next black star.

Guided by the faint connection that seemed to pull him toward them, Grey accelerated, his figure shooting forward like a streak of light as he charged into the endless expanse.

Time trickled by.

Before long, five days had passed.

Within those five days, Grey had successfully suppressed and taken control of three more black stars. One after another, they turned purple, submitting completely to his will and acknowledging him as their master.

At this point, a qualitative change began to occur.

Grey could now faintly utilize certain powers of the white space.

The laws he had gathered no longer remained dormant. Instead, they formed a dense, oppressive force that radiated from his body. The pressure had become so overwhelming that it began to distort the very air around him.

Wherever he passed, space trembled.

The power of the laws spread outward like an invisible domain, subtle yet suffocating.

Grey soon noticed something else.

By manipulating these distortions, he could perform short-distance warping.

It was crude and limited, but it was undeniably effective.

With this newfound ability, his efficiency skyrocketed.

His speed increased drastically.

Days turned into weeks.

By the time a full month had passed, Grey had taken control of nearly fifty black stars.

At that moment, the power of the laws had completely saturated his spirit body. It coursed through him endlessly, filling every inch of his being.

For a fleeting moment, Grey felt as though he had grasped control over this space.

Not absolute control, but enough to dominate a portion of it.

The region under his influence expanded significantly. As he continued to claim more stars, a territory naturally formed an area where his authority was absolute.

Within that domain, Grey could come and go as he pleased.

Distances that once seemed vast could now be crossed in mere seconds.

And yet...

Even with such power, Grey was not satisfied.

"Although controlling nearly fifty stars is remarkable..." he muttered in a low voice, his gaze deep and unreadable, "it is far from enough to gain control over the stairs."

A faint pause.

"I need... more."

His eyes revealed a deep, burning hunger, one that could not be concealed even by fatigue.

Despite the exhaustion weighing down on his spirit body, despite the dull fatigue gnawing at his consciousness, the power of the laws continued to sustain him, forcing him forward.

Like an unrelenting engine.

"When I control one hundred stars, I will return to my body and assess the extent of my control."

With that thought, Grey surged forward once again.

His expression remained cold, apathetic, and devoid of any unnecessary emotion.

During this prolonged period of suppression and conquest, Grey gradually began to realize certain things.

He started to reflect.

To calculate.

To truly understand what they had gained, and what they had lost since entering this world.

"If my calculations are correct... we have remained in this place for over five months," Grey said slowly, his voice calm and contemplative.

"Although five months is insignificant to high-level cultivators, it is still enough time to accomplish a great deal."

A brief pause.

"For those at lower levels, five months is sufficient to break through one or even two realms."

His gaze darkened slightly.

"Yet within this time... I have achieved far more."

After entering this place, Grey had unlocked numerous spirit perforations. Not only that, he had successfully manifested his second ball of Spirit Fire.

However, due to the peculiar nature of his Cold Yin Core, something abnormal had occurred.

Instead of forming just one additional Spirit Fire, he had formed two.

This brought his total to an astonishing number.

If outsiders were to learn of this, shock would not even begin to describe their reaction.

It was common knowledge that within the Foundation Establishment Realm, the maximum number of Spirit Fires a cultivator could possess was four.

Only true geniuses, heaven’s chosen, or disciples of powerful sects could surpass this limit.

Even then, five or six Spirit Fires were considered the absolute peak.

Such figures were exceedingly rare—legends spoken of across generations.

Those records dated back to ancient times, before the descent of God, when the world was free from the corrosive substance that now plagued it.

In the current era, achieving such a feat was nearly impossible.

Perhaps only a handful of heaven’s chosen, backed by immense resources and powerful factions, could hope to reach such heights.

As for rogue cultivators like Grey...

Surpassing four Spirit Fires was nothing more than a distant dream.

An impossibility.

Unless, one encountered an opportunity so rare, so defying of heaven itself, that it could overturn fate. A true fortuitous encounter.

At present, Grey possessed three balls of Spirit Fire, despite having only opened slightly over fifty spirit perforations.

This alone was abnormal.

Based on his current rate of growth, it meant that in the future, once his spirit perforations increased further, Grey would possess at least five balls of Spirit Fire.

Five.