Chapter 796: Chapter 630: Castrating a World_2

This was a common Sword Master.

However, existences like Sword Master Cold Crow, who had forcefully blazed their own paths through their enlightenment, were referred to as Extreme Path Sword Masters, or Extreme Path Divine Masters.

Deep within Roger’s consciousness, next to the special mark formed by his Guardian Spirit, illusory bands of light began to appear slowly.

One by one…

Until thirty-three strands of light interwove at last.

These were the thirty-three methods of inheritance that Roger had once chosen.

Just now, he had completed the final Solutions Technique.

The only path remaining before him was to fuse the thirty-three methods into one furnace, leaving only one, a path that belonged solely to him.

By then, having determined his own path, he too would become an existence like Sword Master Cold Crow.

In clashes at this level, the energy one possessed was no longer the most critical condition. The right choices and usage, and a profound understanding and commitment to one’s personal path, were the key to determining everything.

The mark shone with a special light, and Roger knew it was the power of the Hunter’s Cabin, as some of the thirty-three light bands gradually disappeared, merging with the others.

This was the final transformation.

And the process was much easier than Roger had imagined, for his path had already been determined.

The new Cat Fraction Heritage came from the Guardian Spirit Nekomata, but Roger only took its form, while the most core part was the Alder Sword Seal.

Now, within the Alder Sword Seal that Roger had comprehended were several abilities: Mind Movement Ruins was the lockdown of space, Sky Strike was destruction, and then there was transmission, which he had comprehended later on.

Combining control and lethality, its core, however, originated from the Alder Dharma Seal, and everything pointed in one direction.

That was the application of space.

Although it was only the most basic stage, it was just the beginning.

Indeed, after Roger had settled on his idea in his heart, at the core of the Alder Sword Seal, the surrounding methods of inheritance intertwined, gradually forming a vague character.

Void.

Alder’s Void.

This was the core of the Alder Sword Seal, as well as the direction Roger had determined.

Once the direction was set, the fusion process accelerated instantly. Roger didn’t even have to participate actively, as his spirit interwove with these heritage methods.

His entire being’s spirit seemed to split into two parts: one controlled the body’s normal activities and thoughts, while the other, seemingly without consciousness, merged with these chaotic rules, threading through them and continuously deriving and advancing.

“It’s soon, when all is over, it will be the moment I become an Extreme Path Sword Master, even if not the strongest, but certainly on the same level as Sword Master Cold Crow.”

By that time, Roger believed that aside from the Silver Dragon in the sky, there probably wouldn’t be a creature in Everworld capable of posing a threat to his life.

Roger spread his arms; without needing to activate the Alder Sword Seal, he floated in the air with ease, levitation seeming to become an instinct, as if it had always been engraved in his genes.

After realizing this, Roger gained a new understanding of the Bloodline Power of the Western World. If he continued to grow stronger until one day he was strong enough,

Then the Bloodline he spawned might become a new branch.

If that was the case, then what were the Atlas Great Bear and this dragon before him?

“What have you done?”

“Where does your power come from?”

An angry roar interrupted Roger’s train of thought.

The Nekomata looked at her hands in pain.

Her body flickered in and out, transitioning between the tangible and intangible.

In such a state, she was neither alive nor dead, which was far more terrifying than death for the Nekomata. It meant that she had broken free from that strange cycle of life and death, unable to die yet unable to continue living either.

Roger was still absorbing energy belonging to the Nekomata, evidently beyond the total amount required for her rebirth.

In other words, Roger was now harming the Nekomata’s origin. The more he drew, the more the upper limit of the Nekomata’s power diminished, and the weaker and more fragile her overall existence became.

For the Nekomata, her power also included control over the entire space. Roger had already sensed a bit of something in the midst of absorption.

This Nekomata was no longer a common Guardian Spirit, for she had been transformed by the Silver Dragon into a higher existence.

“Stop, stop it now!”

The Nekomata roared, but Roger’s extraction speed quickened.

“This is simply Providence,” Roger couldn’t help but remark. The core of the Alder Sword Seal was space, and the essence of the Nekomata’s origin power was indeed also a portion of spatial control.

The perfectly aligned attributes made Roger’s transformation without any obstacles.

He could infer that many years ago, before the Silver Dragon had reached Everworld, the Cultivators of that time could enhance their strength to an extremely terrifying degree through a special type of energy absorption called “Soul Snatching”.

That must have far surpassed even what’s known as the Extreme Path Sword Master.

Of course, even so, they were still no match for a Transcendent that had merged with a minor world.

Could such Transcendents be Fifth Tier?

“I’m going all out with you!”

The Nekomata realized she couldn’t control Roger’s actions, she felt like a deeply humiliated young girl, powerless to resist.

Finally realizing the crux of the problem, the Nekomata no longer hesitated and her ephemeral body ascended toward the upper space.

There lay the Giant Dragon, in deep slumber.

“She’s trying to awaken that dragon!”

Roger’s face also changed slightly, knowing that his actions had driven the Nekomata to complete despair.

If he continued to absorb her power, not only would her own strength be stripped away but, more importantly, the control over the entire space.

Even if it might not affect the Giant Dragon, once the Nekomata’s real body dissipated like smoke, it was better to stake everything in one throw rather than to be left with nothing.

“Quick, stop her!”

Uma shouted loudly.

With consecutive leaps in the void beneath his feet, and the space around him trembling, Roger tried to affect the body of the Nekomata.

“No use.”

Muttering a word of regret in his heart, he cut off his plundering of the Nekomata and channeled that portion of the energy back into her body.

A few breaths later, the Nekomata’s ephemeral body solidified, and at the same time, Roger had arrived above her, pressing down with his palm.

“I won’t accept this!”

“I will find you, I will definitely find you!”

The Nekomata let out a scream of despair, being killed with her own power nearly drove her mad.

Whoosh!

Her beautiful head was instantly smashed by Roger, space trembled, and power re-emerged.

But this time, because of the excessive energy absorption by Roger earlier on,

the Nekomata’s resurrection time was significantly prolonged.

“What do we do now?”

The Giant Dragon in the sky stirred restlessly, and Uma asked anxiously.

“We leave, now! Get out of here!”

Roger had originally planned to find an opportunity for the Elder of Shadows to immerse in Dragon Blood again, but at this moment, he had driven the Nekomata insane.

If she saw him continuing to stay here, she would definitely resort to a mutually assured destruction tactic. Once she awakened the dragon, the consequences would be severe.

At this moment, the power inside Roger surged, and he even felt it was somewhat difficult to control, but the benefits of this unexpected journey were clearly evident.

Even if he hadn’t been able to determine his own path, Roger was still one of the most powerful among the ordinary Sword Masters simply due to the pressure of his energy.

Moreover, in the depths of his consciousness, the process of assimilation was ongoing, and his entry into the Extreme Path Realm was merely a matter of time.

Roger beckoned, and Uma transformed back into the shape of a White Fox and landed on his shoulder, with a few flashes and bounds he appeared at the entrance where he had originally arrived.

The next moment, Roger’s body passed through the barrier and completely disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the tremors in the entire space gradually subsided, followed by a beautiful figure appearing mid-air.

“I’ll kill you!”

“I will kill you!”

The Nekomata roared in anger, but soon she realized she was alone, with nobody else around.

At that time, the Giant Dragon floating in the sky also showed new changes.

Putting aside the cursing and anger, the Nekomata actively flew towards the space above her head.

Feeling the loss of her power, her beautiful face contorted, “No matter who you are, no matter where you are, I will find you!”

“And I will take back what you stole from me!”

In her fury, the Nekomata even felt she might split apart entirely from the rage.