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Chapter 4373: Collaboration and Civilizations IV
They hammered into Noah’s body with relentless rhythm....not trying to harm him so much as constantly testing him, forcing his existence to prove it could withstand assault that would shatter most Early Creatures.
His muscular visage pulsed with waves of blue Mana, Glyphs covering every inch of visible skin and glowing with contained energy. Water streamed over the contours of his frame, following the lines of muscle that had been refined through impossible cultivation.
He stood there, letting the rain batter him, and spoke into the storm with calm authority.
"Give me the overall results of the last day."
|CULTIVATION CITADEL - PERFORMANCE SUMMARY (24-HOUR PERIOD):|
|PRESSURE PROGRESSION:|
- Initial Level: 1 (2x baseline existence)
- Current Level: 10 (100x baseline existence)
- Adaptation Status: COMPLETE
|Total Adaptation Time: 23 hours, 37 minutes|
|Time Spent at Level 10 with Full Adaptation: 2 hours, 23 minutes|
|HARVEST CALCULATION:|
|Effort translated to advancement over 24-hour period:|
|Total Gain: +5.2 Quintillion Complexity|
|Total Gain: +5.2 Quintillion Purity|
|COMBINED ADVANCEMENT (Including Earliest Folds Gains):|
|Previous Total: 4.35 Quintillion (approximately)|
|Earliest Folds Contribution: +0.75 Quintillion|
|Cultivation Citadel Contribution: +5.2 Quintillion|
|CURRENT TOTAL: 10.3 Quintillion Complexity|
|CURRENT TOTAL: 10.3 Quintillion Purity|
|Analysis: Master has more than doubled total power in approximately 30 hours of real-time across multiple cultivation environments.|
...!
Noah stood in the rain, water hammering his body with force that would annihilate mountains, and nodded calmly at these results.
To him, it was satisfactory.
Not spectacular. Not worthy of particular celebration. Just... satisfactory.
To jump from 4 Quintillion to over 10 Quintillion in a day was acceptable progress by his standards.
He specifically avoided comparing himself to others.
That path led to complacency, to telling himself that Early Creatures took lifetimes to accumulate what he’d gained in hours. Tatiana had barely passed 4 Quintillion after eons.
Forgemaster Vulcan was considered remarkable in Aethelgard.
If he compared himself to them, he might actually limit himself by thinking his gains were utterly unfair and stupendous!
But he knew better.
He had to be even more unfair. Had to continue violating norms again and again until conventional understanding of cultivation gave up trying to categorize him and simply accepted that he existed outside their frameworks.
Right now, there were a great many things to be done. Glorious advancements had occurred in the last day...here in the Cultivation Citadel, in the Earliest Folds, across the Early Veiled Shore where his other bodies had been working.
And soon...
Soon he would see what grand results the isolated Civilization he’d forged in the Earliest Folds would produce.
Millions of years of secret cultivation, hidden from all of existence, emerging only at his signal.
The smile that crossed his face as he contemplated that future moment was tyrannical in its anticipation.
The rain continued to hammer down, each drop carrying enough force to shatter continents.
Noah stood in it, letting the pressure test him, and began planning his next impossible advancement.
He had a few things to complete before he would see the results of his Isolated Civilization!
—
Back in the Early Veiled Shore.
Noah stood there, breathing in the familiar weight of his own domain, feeling the way existence settled differently here than it did in the frozen desolation of the Earliest Folds or beneath the crushing gravity of the Cultivation Citadel.
His body here resonated with the echoes of his other selves. The one grinding beneath impossible pressure in the Citadel. The one navigating the currents of the Wandering Territories. All connected, all advancing!
But what drew his attention now was the fundamental change that had occurred here while fragments of his consciousness had been scattered across existence.
HUUM!
Blue-gold light coalesced before him, forming the illusory visage of RUIN/EDEN. Her holographic form manifested with precision.
"Master," she said, "The transformations are complete."
Noah’s gaze settled on her, patient and expectant.
"The Chamber of Blood has succeeded beyond projected parameters as your selected Nine Mana-Born Early Creatures have emerged."
...!
Nine beings who had been immersed in the concentrated reality of what he was and had evolved!
Noah’s expression remained calm.
"Show me," he said quietly.
RUIN/EDEN’s form expanded slightly, her gesture drawing his attention past the golden beach toward the vibrant Sacred Waters that stretched beyond. "They are testing their new capabilities now. Understanding what they’ve become."
Noah followed her indication, his perception reaching outward, and...
BOOOOOM!
The distant waters churned.
The Sacred Waters were erupting, waves of early-formed mana crashing against themselves with enough force to make the surrounding space ripple.
The air above the water blazed with released power, scorching white-gold flames that left afterimages burned into the fabric of existence itself.
And floating above it all, suspended in the sky like a judge presiding over lesser courts, was Sigrid.
THE Living Order herself, transformed beyond what she had been.
She looked like something forged in the heart of absolute authority and quenched in infinite law.
Her white-blue empress robe flowed around her form.
The fabric itself seemed woven from compressed concepts of hierarchy and command, shimmering with an inner light that made the surrounding air bow in deference.
Behind her back, radiant blue wings spread wide.
Her white eyes blazed with power that made the atmosphere tremble.
She floated there with an expression that could only be described as magnificently arrogant...not the petty arrogance of the insecure, but the absolute certainty of someone who had touched transcendence and found it suited her perfectly!
Noah looked at all of this and nodded.
"The transformation data," he said, his voice carrying quiet command.
RUINEDEN responded immediately, prompts materializing in his vision with clinical precision.
|TRANSFORMATION ANALYSIS - PRIMARY SUBJECT|
|DESIGNATION: Sigrid|
|CLASSIFICATION: THE Living Order |
|NEW CLASSIFICATION: Prime Mana-Born Early Creature|
|EVOLUTION TIER: The Glorious Evolution|
|CURRENT COMPLEXITY: 4.47 Quintillion|
|CURRENT PURITY: 4.47 Quintillion|
"The Glorious Evolution," RUINEDEN continued,"represents the highest tier of transformation achievable through the Chamber of Blood protocols."
She gestured, and additional data cascaded through Noah’s awareness.
|The distiction of Sigrid as the Resurgence of Order seems to slowly be waking, with expected changes of rapid elevation in Complexity and Purity, and unknown effects when she reaches the 10 Quintillion and 50 Quintillion markers.|
Noah absorbed this, his mind mapping the implications.
Below Sigrid, the Sacred Waters erupted again as multiple beings launched themselves upward, and Noah’s attention shifted to observe them.
WHOOOOSH!
Primordial Fireballs bloomed in the air...massive spheres of blue-gold flame that carried the weight of genuine existential authority.
Four distinct signatures blazed through his perception: Moiraine, the Emperor Penguin, and the Blue Slime.
"The Second Tier of Evolution," RUINEDEN said, new prompts flowering before him. "Significant transformation, though not the complete metamorphosis that Sigrid achieved."
|EVOLUTION TIER TWO - SUBJECT ANALYSIS|
|DESIGNATION: Advanced Mana-Born|
|SUBJECTS: Moiraine, Emperor Penguin, Blue Slime|
|COMPLEXITY RANGE: 1.89 - 2.31 Quintillion per subject|
|PURITY RANGE: 1.89 - 2.31 Quintillion per subject|
Noah watched them move through the air, their bodies shining with blue-gold luster that painted the atmosphere around them in shades of ascended power!