The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2553  Entering the Seraphim World!

Without noticing the passage of time, Minos opened his eyes again, this time to a new level.

'Level 107.'

He clenched his fists, his muscles trembling with the amount of energy at his disposal. The weight of his body seemed lighter, while the sensation coming from his passive abilities was stronger than ever.

'It was easier than I thought... With each progress I make, the strengthening of my essence seems less 'cruel'.' n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Cultivation could be painful. Improvement was also a form of torture. One often had to inflate one's soul in order to force negative parts out of one's body. The process itself could be addictive, but not that pleasant.

The feeling of growth was definitely incredible, and nothing could compete with that satisfaction. But during the cultivation process itself, one could even suffer a lot before reaching this important point.

But as Minos grew stronger, he felt that his progress became more... gentle?

However, that didn't mean his progress to the peak would be a walk in the park.

'My next breakthrough will probably take me 35 years... Using my temporary powers, about 6 years of cultivation in seclusion.'

Minos narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists, thinking about his next breakthrough.

One might think that six years would be no big deal, and his cultivation speed would actually increase. But in fact, the opposite was true. Those years of cultivation were not years in which he could go on missions, live with his family, or do other activities. They were years of closed cultivation, where he should cultivate 99% of the time, always using his temporal abilities.

How long would that actually take? 6 years? 12 years? 18? 24? There was no way to know for sure until he actually returned home and had a predictable routine ahead of him.

Either way, there was no more time for him to stay in this place. Anticipating the end of his contract with this cultivation room in a minute, he left the padded seat of the capsule-like structure and prepared to leave.

'Time to go to the Seraphim World... It's finally time for me to fulfill this old mission.' He got ready and left the place without looking back, heading for the part of the city where he knew he could use his spaceship to leave this world.

...

Minos would leave Astrimia without difficulty on the very day of his advance. As much as everywhere had their dangers and problems, there were few places in the universe where a level 107 seer couldn't avoid trouble on his way.

Minos was an alien in a universal city with hundreds of alien races. He hadn't interacted with anyone there and could avoid troublesome beings with relative ease.

After leaving the rocket-shaped building, he reached the area for high-level spaceships to leave the planet, and soon used his ship to fly skyward.

After an hour of tough travel to escape Astrimia's strong gravitational pull, he left the planet's atmosphere and began navigating to the point indicated by the seraph's spirit.

Just as the spirit had told him, the journey was not long, nor was the 'road' busy. It would take Minos only three days to travel between Astrimia and the space distortion, passing only five ships along the way.

When he reached his destination, the brown-haired human, with a few streaks of white hair here and there, once again brought his small spaceship to a stop and waited for the seraph's spirit.

Faced with the entrance to a dimension of a True Celestial, Minos couldn't help but feel different, looking at the spatial distortion invisible to others but visible to him with interest, doubt, and fear.

'Well done. Your advance will help you make better use of the opportunity you'll have soon,' the seraph said as it formed over the wing tattoo, while Minos frowned steadily.

"This..."

'It's time for me to leave... Don't worry, my aura already marked you. Just keep going and soon you'll reach my lord's dimension. Good luck, I'll be waiting for you on the other side.'

With these words, the seraph's spiritual body disappeared, crumbling before Minos' eyes, while the six-winged tattoo on one of his hands was no longer visible.

For a moment, Minos felt strange, as if he had lost something fundamental. But how could it be otherwise? That fragment of soul had been with him for centuries! He had lived longer with the soul fragment of the seraph than without it!

After a minute of contemplation, standing in front of the spatial distortion, Minos let his spaceship cross the spatial distortion.

As soon as he entered this special zone, he felt as if he had gone underwater, with a special aura surrounding his body, but not threatening him.

For a few moments, he traveled along a bright path whose shape and size were difficult to analyze.

But in less than a minute, he would reach the end of the spatial distortion and arrive at a completely different plane than the one he had gone to before—the Red Expanse.

Unlike the scorching red place he had passed through during the Millennium Massacre, Minos found himself in a place with a white sky, green terrain, and seemingly no end.

Many trees with colorful leaves covered the edges of the land below where he arrived, and seemingly ordinary birds and animals lived their lives here and there.

The energy of the place, like that of The Red Expanse, seemed anything but ordinary. It was extremely powerful on the one hand, but somewhat limited on the other.

Minos could feel some of his powers being sealed inside his body as soon as he arrived there, distracting his attention a bit from this supernatural paradise.

But as he realized the differences between The Red Expanse and the Seraphim World, a creature with wings as big as houses, six wings in total, appeared in the sky, in front of the white star that illuminated this plane.

Minos raised one of his arms in front of his eyes and stared with narrowed eyes at the creature, a being with six wings that covered most of his body, leaving only his head visible.

"Minos Stuart, welcome to my world."