Wizard: I Have a Cultivation System

Chapter 567: Chapter 22: Ancient Heart Demon Embryo

At this moment, the Sword Array’s power to make the ephemeral tangible had forcefully squeezed them out from an unknowable plane, causing their outlines to manifest.

[WARNING: External Spiritual Power network under increasing strain from conflict with Divine Law.]

[Stability: 63%... dropping continuously...]

[Estimated effective operational window remaining: 43 seconds... 42 seconds...]

The Mind Furnace’s alarms grew more urgent.

Murphy knew the most critical moment was fast approaching.

The Sword Array could not last long.

The corrosion from the divine remnants was like a cancer, constantly eating away at his existence.

He had to seize this fleeting opportunity. At the precise moment the Sword Array’s power peaked and the divine defenses were temporarily forced into their most fragile state, he had to extract the dream core fragment.

VMMMM!

The four Crimson Longswords serving as the eyes of the array sensed Murphy’s will, simultaneously erupting with an unprecedentedly fierce hum.

The Dark Gold Dao Patterns on the blades seemed to ignite, bursting forth with a light as brilliant and searing as the Sun.

The density of the crimson net of light blanketing the area increased severalfold in an instant!

Countless new lines of Dao Pattern light wildly interwove, transforming the net from a translucent web into a tangible crimson snare. It then began to contract inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wherever the crimson snare passed, the golden lava was violently displaced, unleashing colossal heat waves and pressure shocks.

The sluggish motes of soul-light scattered like a startled school of fish, unleashing a cacophony of shrieks and wails.

"Return... no... disturbance..."

"The forge... angry..."

"Purification... interrupted..."

"Pain... burning..."

The Energy balance in the depths of the furnace was completely shattered.

The external lava was displaced by the snare, the compressed vortex core resisted fiercely, and the divine Dao Patterns clashed violently with the Outsider Path Array. A massive pressure differential between the inside and outside formed in an instant, triggering a devastating chain reaction.

BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!

A terrifying series of chain explosions erupted simultaneously—inside and outside the snare, at the edge of the vortex, and even in the more distant lava!

Blinding white light, golden flames, and crimson sword light interwove in a frenzy. Each explosion unleashed heat and shockwaves comparable to the core of a nuclear blast!

Streams of ions and torrents of violent Energy, like countless maddened dragons, rampaged through the furnace’s depths—colliding, annihilating, and erupting anew!

If any ordinary matter were present, even tungsten would have been instantly vaporized.

The entire furnace core became like a gigantic, extremely unstable reactor, shuddering violently and emitting a deep, strained roar, as if the very heavens were about to fall.

However, Murphy remained unmoved.

The destructive power of these world-ending explosions was astonishing, but at their root, they were merely the violent release of fundamental forces—like electromagnetism and the strong force—on the plane of observable matter.

His Dao Transformation Level was at 110%, he had achieved the Unity of Spirit and Body, and the vast majority of his being had already converted into unobservable matter. As such, these explosions were like light and shadow passing through air. They appeared brilliant and terrifying, but unless they directly struck the core "unknown" within him that had yet to fully transform, they could not cause him any substantial harm.

To say nothing of the fact that his will was now like iron; even direct harm to his body could not shake him in the slightest.

"Contract!"

The four Crimson Longswords began to rotate in unison, slowly but firmly. They guided the crimson snare, which had already shrunk to tightly envelop the incandescent white vortex, through its final constriction and refinement.

Compression!

And more compression!

Under the snare’s powerful restraint, the incandescent white vortex’s rotation ground to a halt. Its volume was forcefully compressed, shrinking down from a core as vast as a lake until it rapidly collapsed into an incandescent white sphere. It was only a few meters in diameter, yet so bright it was impossible to look at directly.

At the sphere’s edge, the phantasmal, ancient golden defensive Dao Patterns flickered with increasing speed, growing ever dimmer. Like a candle in the wind, they began to emit faint, crackling sounds.

The patch of pitch-blackness at the vortex’s center, the part connected to the void, began to roil and twist violently. It was as if something was being forcefully dragged out from an eons-long slumber.

The entire furnace roared as the embers of divinity mounted a final, futile resistance.

The delirious whispers of countless souls merged into a chaotic, desperate tidal wave of sorrow, crashing against the edges of Murphy’s consciousness:

"Dumasong... salvation... why was it interrupted..."

"The eternal forge... why has it cooled..."

"Sin... our sin..."

"No... Don’t take it... That is our final resting place..."

"Outsider... blasphemer..."

But this cacophony could not slow the contraction of the crimson sword-net in the slightest.

The sword-net rotated, tightening inward, firm and steady, inch by inch.

It was going to forcibly dredge up the core of the Divine Spirit’s residual dream—this Ancient Heart Demon Embryo that held the yearning of countless souls for a final resting place!

Crimson and incandescent white, Dao Pattern and divinity, blazed with dazzling brilliance in the furnace’s deepest depths.

Finally, at a certain threshold.

POP!

An extremely faint popping sound echoed.

The last vestiges of the phantasmal golden Dao Pattern enveloping the incandescent sphere shattered like crystal and dissipated completely.

With no further obstacles, the crimson sword-net closed in, completely enveloping the incandescent sphere—now compressed to its absolute limit and containing the core fragment of Dumasong’s dream and the quintessence of countless souls!

[Confirmed: Successfully contacted and bound dream core (fragment).]

[WARNING: Extremely high concentration of divine response detected, along with a massive aggregate of unstable soul Energy.]

[WARNING: External Energy disturbance has triggered a chain reaction on an unknown plane! Immediate withdrawal or proceeding to next step strongly advised.]

However, in the very instant Murphy prepared to forcibly extract the bound core and flee, the despair and indignation of the countless grey-skinned people’s souls gathered within the incandescent sphere finally erupted. As if broken by the final straw, they unleashed a violent backlash!

VMMM!

A formless torrent—born from annihilated divinity and the wailing of souls—erupted violently from the center of the incandescent sphere!

CRACK!

CRACK! CRACKLE!!!

The four Crimson Longswords serving as the eyes of the array bore the brunt of it!

The intricate Dark Gold Dao Patterns on the blades dimmed instantly. Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the swords, forged from highly Dao-transformed matter.

The crimson snare formed by the Sword Array flickered and twisted violently, flickering in and out of existence as it began to disperse and disintegrate!

Meanwhile, the bound incandescent sphere shuddered violently from the terrifying backlash. Its light flared, like a trapped primeval behemoth fighting with all its might to escape its crumbling cage.

"Hmph!"

A muffled grunt escaped from within Murphy’s consciousness.

This backlash, born of divinity and soul, had finally reached his body.

But he did not back down in the slightest.

’Blades cracking?’

’Then I’ll maintain the formation with the fractured blades!’

’The snare is about to break?’

’Then I’ll burn more Mana to force it stable!’

’The sphere wants to escape?’

’Then I’ll use an even stronger will to lock it down!’

The four Crimson Longswords, now covered in cracks, erupted with an even more dazzling light as their rotation suddenly accelerated.

Countless shattered Dao Pattern fragments did not dissipate. Driven by Murphy’s will, they plunged into the flickering snare like moths to a flame, performing one last repair and reinforcement.

The struggle between the incandescent sphere and the contracting crimson snare entered its most brutal phase: a deadlocked stalemate.

Every inch the net tightened, the cracks in the blades grew deeper.

Just as the struggle reached its apex, just as Murphy was about to risk everything and detonate a portion of the Sword Array’s Origin in a last-ditch effort, the sky above the furnace—a dome of eternal flame—split open without warning.

It was as if a scroll had been torn down the middle by an invisible hand, revealing a backdrop of the twisting, iridescent void.

Within the rift, a pair of eyes could be faintly seen, gazing down with rapt interest. They were as green as emeralds, as keen and lively as a cat’s.

At the same time, a voice that was sweet and childish, yet laced with playful amusement, resounded in every corner of the furnace:

"Oh, my..."

"My toy, you really..."

"...have given me more than enough interesting surprises."

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