Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 371: SOUL SEVERANCE

"What are you talking about? I already dodged the attack," Aaron replied, unable to understand the system’s insistence.

He paced slightly, his boots echoing on the sanctuary’s illusory floor, confusion furrowing his brow.

[Do it now!]

"Relax. I’m in the sanctuary. Nothing can harm me. I’m omnipotent here," Aaron replied, confident as ever.

He spread his arms wide, drawing on the space’s power, feeling its infinite strength flow through him like a reassuring current.

[Your sanctuary can’t do anything against a strike from the mystic arms!]

"What do you mean? What’s so special about—" Aaron was unable to complete his statement, his eyes widening in shock.

The words caught in his throat, his body tensing as realization dawned like a cold dawn.

Tearing a rift in space and entering the sanctuary was the very attack of Chen Mo, soul severance.

The slash manifested like a spectral blade, slicing through the protective barriers with unnerving ease, the tear in reality glowing with malevolent energy.

In a split second and as fast as he could, Aaron accessed his continuum, Norton flowing freely through his veins like liquid light.

He made use of everything within him, channeling his talents and essences in a desperate surge, his mind sharpening to razor focus amid the chaos.

He first of all isolated space around him, making use of his omnipotent power to layer and create several layers of space.

The barriers formed like nested spheres, each one denser than the last, distorting the sanctuary’s interior with overlapping realities.

Then he created a time region to halt all attacks, freezing moments in a bubble of stasis.

The air within shimmered, time slowing to a crawl, the attack’s advance seemingly paused in mid-motion.

Aaron didn’t stop there. Within the isolated space, he created several layers of rocks around him, conjuring barriers of molten earth infused with inextinguishable flames.

The rocks hardened instantly, glowing with intense heat that cast flickering shadows across the sanctuary’s walls.

But despite all his actions, the attack passed through all of them like light piercing through transparent glass.

The barriers offered no resistance, the soul severance gliding effortlessly, ignoring the defenses as if they were mere illusions.

The attack got to Aaron, hitting his very soul with unrelenting force.

Pain exploded inward, a tearing sensation that bypassed flesh and struck at his core essence.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Aaron yelled in agonizing pain, feeling his soul ripped into shreds.

The torment was all-consuming, waves of fire and ice alternating through his being, his vision blurring as darkness encroached.

He lost consciousness gradually, his mind slowly fading away from the overwhelming pain.

His body slumped, the sanctuary’s glow dimming slightly around him, the void’s distant echoes seeping in like whispers of doom.

Aaron’s soul was shredded with the attack, his demise all but certain.

Fragments of his essence scattered inwardly, the damage profound and irreversible under normal circumstances, threatening to unravel his very existence.

But Norton, the living essence acting autonomously, came timely to Aaron’s aid.

It surged through him like a protective tide, weaving threads of restoration amid the chaos, its ancient intelligence responding instinctively.

This time, the system intervened as well, providing aid to Aaron along with the sliver of consciousness from the previous Night father.

The combined forces worked in harmony, drawing on hidden reserves within the sanctuary’s core.

Controlling what it could from Aaron’s dominion over the sanctuary, it deliberately severed a part of Aaron’s soul, while the rest of the soul was hidden, or what remained of it. The process was precise, like a surgeon’s cut, isolating the damaged sections to prevent total collapse.

Norton used time essence on the part of Aaron being severed, with the aid of samsara to ensure permanent destruction wasn’t done to Aaron’s soul.

The cycles of rebirth intertwined with temporal reversal, looping the essence in a protective limbo.

It was like providing data on a hard drive to be deleted by a processor.

But then creating a leeway like a trash bin to allow the recovering of the data, a clever safeguard that preserved the core information through indirect means.

It was a long and tedious task, not possible for any ordinary mind to pull off.

The complexity required flawless synchronization, threading through layers of reality and essence with unerring accuracy.

The only reason it was able to be done was because of Norton, the living essence, its boundless adaptability turning the impossible into a fragile thread of survival.

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Chen Mo continued refining the core of Jarrett in a secluded chamber, the artifact pulsing with raw energy under his focused gaze.

The air hummed with power, faint wisps of essence swirling around the core like captured stars.

He had completed the process of refining the core and was about to devour it, his hands hovering over the glowing orb.

The refinement had stripped away impurities, leaving a concentrated nexus of strength that beckoned with promise.

"What’s the matter?" Aetherion asked, noticing the intrigued look on Chen Mo’s face.

He stood nearby, his vigilant presence a silent guardian, arms crossed as he observed the subtle shift in his companion’s demeanor.

He had remained to guard Chen Mo while he refined the core, the chamber’s wards shimmering faintly against potential intrusions.

The space was dimly lit, shadows dancing from the core’s radiance, emphasizing Aetherion’s watchful stance.

"I seem to have come across the seedling you speak of, Aaron Highborn. Well, an astral form of mine did," Chen Mo informed calmly, his voice steady as he absorbed the returning consciousness.

"How?" Aetherion asked out of interest, leaning forward slightly.

His eyes narrowed, curiosity sparking in their depths, the chamber’s ambient energy reflecting off his features.

"He may have crossed paths with one of my children. Quite the impressive man to survive an attack from me," Chen Mo said, his mind receiving the information from his consciousness that returned.

The details flooded in like a stream, painting a picture of the encounter in vivid clarity.

"I see. I guess we have lost a good seedling if you had attacked him," Aetherion said calmly, but with disappointment evident on his face.

His brow furrowed slightly, the loss of potential weighing on him, the core’s glow casting long shadows across his expression.

"Perhaps not. If he is a good seedling like we expect of him, he should be able to do something. Besides, he has the mystic eyes," Chen Mo informed, a hint of intrigue in his tone.

"The mystic eyes. To have the mystic eyes. I guess he is an anomaly like you, vying for the throne," Aetherion said with understanding, nodding slowly. Recognition dawned in his gaze, connecting the dots of destiny and power.

"He is. In the end, me and the seedling might have to compete for the throne when the time comes," Chen Mo said, his thoughts trailing to the inevitable battle for the throne of all.

His eyes distant, envisioning the cosmic clash, the chamber’s energy seeming to pulse in rhythm with his contemplation.