Legacy of the Void Fleet

The vortex of primordial mana, along with various elemental energies, intensified around Kallus as the speed of his cultivation cycles increased with each passing moment. The ground trembled violently, yet within a five-meter radius around him, everything remained untouched—a zone of eerie stillness amidst the surrounding chaos.

Beyond this boundary, however, the land quaked uncontrollably. Tiny fissures and cracks formed as raw elemental forces surged in a wild frenzy. Fire blazed and was instantly extinguished by torrents of water, while jagged rocks erupted from the ground, only to be shattered by slicing gales. Golden light clashed with creeping shadows, and arcs of lightning streaked through the storm-ridden sky.

Yet, it was not only the fundamental elements that converged upon him. More profound and esoteric forces intertwined within the maelstrom—energies of life and death, destruction and creation, space and time, even the untamed force of chaos itself. These higher-order powers surged unpredictably, warping reality around Kallus as if the very fabric of existence struggled to contain his presence.

And still, he remained at the eye of the storm, his body absorbing the boundless energy, his soul resonating with the forces that others could only dream of grasping.

And still, he remained at the eye of the storm, his body absorbing the boundless primordial mana hungrily. Every pore throughout his body drank in the vast energy, guiding it under the precise control of his cultivation technique. The mana coursed through him, refining itself to meet the insatiable demands of his body, bloodline, and soul before finally being compressed within his dragon heart, which also served as his mana core.

His veins pulsed with an ethereal glow, the radiance flickering with raw power. White dragon scales adorned with golden markings began appearing sporadically across his skin, shimmering like celestial armor. His arms shifted between his human form and fearsome dragon claws in an instant, the transformation so rapid that it appeared as though he was caught between two states. A pair of pure golden horns, etched with intricate white engravings, emerged from his head while he remained in his human form—proof of his draconic heritage manifesting in response to the overwhelming influx of energy. It was as if, for fleeting moments, he was stepping into his semi-dragon state before reverting back to human.

Yet, the transformation was not merely physical. His very soul resonated with the primordial forces, absorbing not just mana but also the profound spiritual essence that few could ever hope to grasp. It strengthened with each passing second, evolving in tandem with his ever-growing body and bloodline.

At the same time, his unique awakened sea of consciousness expanded at breakneck speed.

At the same time, his unique awakened sea of consciousness expanded at breakneck speed. What once felt like a vast planet—one that his soul had created—now seemed minuscule in comparison.

A complete star system had formed within his consciousness, a realm entirely of his own making. It bore similarities to the known celestial structures of the universe, yet at the same time, it was something far beyond them. Unlike the familiar Sol system, this one was shaped by the very essence of his soul, governed by laws unique to him alone.

At its center burned a radiant blue planet, pulsating with unfathomable energy—this was his spiritual core, the heart of his ever-expanding spiritual power. Around it, celestial bodies orbited in perfect harmony, each infused with its unique primordial force, representing different aspects of his being.

Each celestial body possessed a distinct structure, embodying Kallus’s various affinities and synergies with the universal energies. Some shimmered with golden light, representing the unyielding and indomitable aspect of metal. Others were covered in lush green, resonating with the essence of life and wood, teeming with vitality.

There were those enshrouded in a profound darkness—not the mere absence of light, but the very aspect of death itself, an eternal stillness that commanded reverence.

There were other celestial bodies, each embodying a fundamental force of nature

Brilliant white celestial bodies crackled with pure lightning, radiating the unrestrained power of the storm, while others blazed with crimson fire, their surfaces seething with endless heat.

Vast oceans glistened on planets of deep sapphire, embodying the ever-flowing, adaptable nature of water. Towering mountains and endless plains stretched across others, resonating with the stability and unshakable strength of the earth.

Yet even beyond the elemental forces, at the very boundary of his sea of consciousness, the ever-present energy of chaos surged wildly, untamed and relentless.

However, it was being relentlessly hammered down by the energy of destruction. Each clash between the two forces obliterated the chaotic energy, carving out a neutral zone at the expanding edge of his spiritual cosmos.

As this boundary formed, the neutral zone rapidly expanded under the influence of space energy, which stabilized the ever-growing domain. Soon after, time energy flowed in, weaving its essence into the fabric of this newly formed region, giving it structure and continuity.

Then came the energy of creation, an opposing force to destruction. It worked in harmony with the stabilized space and time, shaping celestial bodies of pure energy—planets, stars, and moons born from the remnants of the chaos that had been erased.

What destruction had torn apart, creation now reforged, ensuring that the balance within Kallus’s vast inner universe remained intact.

Each celestial body born in this region carried traces of the forces that had shaped it, existing as monuments to the eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth—an endless, expanding cosmos that belonged to Kallus alone.

But for now, it was still in its initial stage—merely a star system, vast yet incomplete. Though already grand in scale, it was only the beginning. The celestial bodies and energies within it were still forming, stabilizing under the forces of space and time, while destruction and creation continued their endless cycle at its expanding boundaries.

As the storm raged on, Kallus stood unfazed—at the center of it all, embracing his ascension.

Soon, an hour had passed since he began his breakthrough. Now, after this relentless surge of power and transformation, he felt himself reaching the boundary—the very threshold of his current limits.

His body, soul, and bloodline had absorbed an unimaginable amount of primordial mana, refining and compressing it to its utmost limit.

Yet, just as he was about to step forward, he saw it—a barrier, an invisible wall preventing him from advancing to the Grandmaster Rank.

Yet, just as he was about to step forward, he saw it—a barrier, an invisible wall preventing him from advancing to the Grandmaster Rank.

Kallus knew—this was the moment. He stood before the precipice of an even greater realm. One final push, and he would ascend beyond what he was before.

It was just like before when he had broken through from SSS+ Rank to Master Rank. Back then, too, there had been a so-called barrier—if it could even be called that. It was less of an obstruction and more of a test, a final threshold that separated those unworthy from those who could truly ascend.

And just as before, Kallus knew what had to be done.

With calm confidence, he gathered his boundless mana, focusing its immense force upon the barrier. He had shattered such limits before, and he would do so again.

And he did just that—with absolute ease.

His boundless mana surged forth, hammering down upon the so-called barrier without the slightest restraint. It was as if the very concept of limitation was meaningless before him.

Boom!

The barrier cracked, unable to withstand the sheer force of his will. In the next instant—shatter! —it disintegrated completely, reduced to nothingness.

With the so-called barrier now destroyed and the threshold of the Master Rank already behind him, Kallus ascended effortlessly to the Grandmaster Rank.

His already compressed mana surged to even greater heights, expanding and refining itself in ways that defied logic. His body, bloodline, and soul—each already tempered to near perfection—were further enhanced by his breakthrough. His very existence seemed to evolve, growing more attuned to the primordial forces that surrounded him.

For a moment, everything around him fluctuated—space trembled, the air distorted, and the very fabric of reality seemed to waver under the weight of his newfound power. Then, just as suddenly, it all calmed as if it had never happened.

The once chaotic energies around him began to settle, no longer wildly clashing but instead bending to his presence, as if acknowledging his newfound authority.

The energy surrounding him began to recede, the phenomenon fading as the chosen elements and rare energy slowly dissipated.

The sky cleared, and the cracks and fissures that had marred the ground started to vanish. Within moments, everything returned to its original state—just as it had been before Kallus began his breakthrough.

The vast plains regained their calmness, the once turbulent air—stirred into a fiery tempest by his breakthrough—now flowing gently once more.

Beneath it, the blades of grass swayed in rhythm, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. Only the whisper of the wind and the gentle rustling of the grass could be heard, restoring the land to its natural tranquility.

Under this natural tranquility, Kallus sat at the center, his surrounding aura regaining its calmness, his presence now harmonized with the nature around him.

He slowly opened his golden eyes, which glimmered with radiant light, before calming down and returning to their normal golden appearance