Chapter 607: Main Text 607. Alienated Clone, Promotion to Level 13 (1)

Book 607. The Alienated Clone Ascends to Level Thirteen (1)

“Boom—boom—”

Under Lu Sheng’s relentless, fist after fist, the body of the Level-Thirteen General-tier Beast shattered again and again. His alienated clone, like a ravenous predator, seized every morsel the moment it tore free from the beast’s disintegrating flesh—shoving it into its maw, transmuting it into pure, dark-side energy to nourish and amplify itself.

The number of alienated immortal cells surged wildly: thirty million… forty million… fifty million… sixty million…

Racing toward the Level-Twelve limit—one hundred million alienated immortal cells—the count climbed with dizzying speed.

One by one, the infernal flames within each cell ignited.

Amidst this transformation, fragmented insights, arcane truths, flooded into Lu Sheng’s demonic form, gradually coalescing into a complete shape within him.

*Law-force!*

A manifestation of a law-force from the Dark-Side Cosmos—

“Representing corrosion, infiltration.”

Lu Sheng meticulously absorbed the essence of this law-force, violently seized from his foe.

Once this law-force reached a certain threshold of completeness, the infernal flames he unleashed began bearing corrosive, devouring properties—accelerating the beast’s demise even further.

Lu Sheng clearly sensed the torrent of emotions radiating from the beast’s fading consciousness: rage, terror, despair.

With each passing moment, victory tilted ever more decisively in his favor.

Yet the law-force he truly sought—the exclusive law-force of the Dark-Side Stellar Path—still refused to break through.

“Roaaar—!”

Only when the ill-fated Level-Thirteen General-tier Beast finally grasped that Lu Sheng was no mere prey, and attempted retreat, did it realize—too late.

Stripped of most of its power, its broken frame was swept away, devoured in vast swathes by countless tendrils wreathed in violet demonic flame.

The flame, now imbued with corrosive force, proved far more insidious than before—merely brushing against the beast’s flesh caused massive chunks of tissue to char and slough away.

Lu Sheng ceased frequent strikes, instead delivering only occasional punches—each one nudging the beast closer to the brink of death.

“One hundred million alienated immortals!”

As another cell within his alienated form ascended into immortality, a profound sense of culmination surged through Lu Sheng.

In the next instant—

“BOOM!”

A torrent of violet demonic flame erupted, engulfing his alienated body—now swollen to the size of an entire azure star.

Instantly, the colossal black clamshell yawned wide, emitting a silent, deafening shriek from within.

Superfluous flesh vaporized in the inferno.

New tissues, organs, regenerated with astonishing speed.

Upon the immense black shell, dense, thick scales sprouted—interlocking into angular plates, gleaming like obsidian crystal.

Inside, eight primary tendrils multiplied frenetically—thickening, lengthening, cloaked in the same crystalline scales.

And from each, countless smaller filaments unfurled, writhing like serpents.

Within moments, the alienated form underwent yet another radical metamorphosis.

The black shell opened fully.

Viewed from above, the entity now resembled a blooming demonic flower—twisted, grotesque, exuding a mad, perverse, malevolent beauty.

At its heart, Lu Sheng sat enthroned—like a sovereign upon a towering dais.

“Hssss—”

Dark-purple flames exhaled from his nostrils and mouth as he breathed out.

Lu Sheng felt the qualitative transformation of his alienated body—and his heart stirred with complex emotion.

“Level Thirteen.”

His alienated clone had now fully ascended to Level Thirteen.

Who would have imagined a mere clone could advance faster than its original self?

“Pity—the exclusive law-force of the Dark-Side Stellar Path remains ungrasped.”

After ascending, the sole law-force Lu Sheng possessed was the one he’d just wrested from the Level-Thirteen General-tier Beast.

In truth, he had usurped the beast’s position—stepping into its place to claim the rank.

Yet Lu Sheng sensed a faint crack in the barrier—a glimmer of breakthrough.

A thoughtful expression settled upon his face.

“When the Dark-Side Stellar Path first emerged, its corresponding law-force seemed to shift in nature. Otherwise, why would it prove so elusive?

The Light and Dark sides of the Stellar Path appear interlinked—perhaps only once my true self comprehends the *Light*-Side Stellar Law will the Dark-Side counterpart awaken in tandem.”

Lu Sheng harbored growing suspicion about this law-force that had thwarted him time and again.

If his intuition held true—

The law-force he was on the verge of grasping might transcend even Wang He’s Stellar Path itself.

“And the true essence of this law… may be—”

Lu Sheng’s eyes flickered, but he withheld the suspicion that had formed in his mind.

Instead, he guided his mutated form onward across the vast, blood-red carpet-like continent before him, rampaging through the land, seizing and devouring every monstrous beast in sight—consuming their flesh and essence to fuel his own ascension.

After ascending to Tier Thirteen, his power had surged dramatically, and his predatory campaigns grew ever more brazen, unrestrained.

Inside the *Stellar Spirit Bloom* starship, within the immense combat readiness hall,

the atmosphere hung thick with an indescribable gravity.

Seated cross-legged inside a massive, semi-open healing pod was Pablo—a Tier Thirteen warrior whose deep-blue hair and lion-like, towering physique radiated raw, untamed strength.

The pod brimmed with viscous fluids of shifting hues, swirling rapidly as they stitched shut the grotesque, gaping wounds marring his body.

Yet for Pablo, these physical injuries paled beside the devastation inflicted upon his martial soul—the lingering scars of clashing Laws, residues no ordinary restorative could purge, let alone when multiple, conflicting Laws had converged upon him.

Throughout the treatment, faint grimaces of agony flitted across his face—proof enough of the severity of his condition, for even a Tier Thirteen master should not suffer such visible torment.

Zi Yanxin watched Pablo intently, her gaze unblinking, until—after injecting repair solution into the pod countless times—she finally broke the silence:

“Master Pablo… do you still possess the strength to fight?”

“You!”

Before Pablo could respond, the blue-haired girl standing vigil beside him snapped up, voice trembling with fury:

“My father is grievously wounded—yet you still speak of sending him into battle? Have you lost your mind?!”

“Zoe!”

Pablo’s low, gravelly rebuke cut through the air. The girl—Zoe—clenched her teeth, shot a glance at her father, then, seething, fell silent.

Once Zoe’s outburst had subsided, Pablo sighed, weary and resigned:

“I can still take the field—but with these wounds unhealed, my combat efficacy may not exceed thirty percent of my peak.”

“Thirty percent…”

Zi Yanxin’s eyes shimmered, then she pressed on:

“And how long, Master Pablo, would full recovery require?”

“I don’t know.”

Pablo shook his head, his expression clouded with complexity:

“Perhaps decades. Perhaps centuries. Or… perhaps it will never be fully healed.”

“Father!”

Zoe’s eyes welled instantly, tears blurring her vision.

The hall sank deeper into gloom; most present bowed their heads, hearts heavy. Zi Yanxin’s face dimmed like a dying ember.

“Decades… even in the best-case scenario?”

She murmured softly, then lifted her gaze, scanning the somber faces around her.

Corner.

Edge.

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