620: Chapter 623 Myriad Origin Bloodline

Secondly.

This sword must possess its own consciousness.

It requires a sword spirit.

Not a simple artifact spirit.

But a true spiritual entity capable of independent thought, growth, and cultivation.

It must be able to perceive the flow of battle, understand strategy, and comprehend Sword Intent.

It must be able to grow alongside its wielder, evolving together.

Finally.

The most crucial setting of all.

This sword.

Will not be bound by the Laws of any world.

It will disregard the rules of heaven and earth.

Ignore the Restrictions of the Heavenly Dao.

Defy all external authorities.

It will operate solely according to the Origin Laws within Lu Chen's body.

His Origin will be its Origin;

His logic will be its logic.

Only then.

Can it accompany him through all dimensions of the Void Realm, and even transcend beyond the Origin Dimension.

The moment he finalized the evolution plan,

Lu Chen's eyes snapped open.

"With the power of Myriad Manifestations Creation, I shall rebuild your Foundation."

He spoke calmly.

Myriad Manifestations Creation.

Was one of his most terrifying abilities.

This ability.

Required only the consumption of Origin power to create anything he could fully conceive.

The only limitation was that it could not defy logic.

As long as the existence of something did not contradict absolute logic,

He could bring it into reality.

Lu Chen gave a soft shout.

"Evolve!"

Yet, nothing happened.

The boundless sword of the void sea remained suspended in place.

Utterly motionless.

Lu Chen's brow furrowed slightly.

Logically speaking,

It shouldn't have failed.

A trace of confusion flashed through his mind.

Immediately after,

A thought exploded in his heart like a thunderclap.

This sword's operation.

Relied on his infinite Origin.

It would possess independent intelligence.

And this intelligence.

Would also draw upon his infinite Origin power for its cultivation.

Lu Chen's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Was he...

Creating another 'self'?

An existence possessing infinite Origin, independent will, and cultivation potential.

Essentially no different from himself.

This already constituted the highest level of logical paradox.

"I see."

Lu Chen murmured.

He leaned back slightly.

Tapping his fingers lightly on his knee, he fell into deep thought.

"I need a limiting condition."

He pondered several schemes...

Limiting growth potential would render the sword useless;

Limiting intelligence would make the sword spirit worthless;

Binding it to the Laws of reality would violate the initial settings.

Just then, he suddenly smiled.

"What if it does not give birth to another 'me', but 'shares' everything with me instead?"

He whispered to himself.

The answer was so simple and elegant.

He would forge the sword spirit.

Using his own Soul as Origin.

The sword spirit would possess an independent personality and consciousness.

Yet it would never be severed from him.

It would never betray him.

Never oppose him.

Because, its essence was him.

Lu Chen immediately redesigned the evolution plan.

Rewriting the entire conceptual framework with impeccable precision.

"Evolve!"

This time.

The sea of Origin power within him suddenly surged with monstrous waves.

The boundless sword of the void sea trembled violently.

Then transformed into a pure stream of light, shooting directly into his body.

Simultaneously.

An excruciating, indescribable pain tore through his Soul.

A wisp of his Soul Origin was forcibly stripped away.

This wisp of Origin was cleanly severed.

And perfectly fused with the sword.

Brilliant light erupted from within him.

Enveloping the divine sword being reshaped.

Forming a cocoon of light.

Within the sea of Origin,

The sword hovered quietly.

Continuously absorbing power, reshaping its form, completing its metamorphosis.

Lu Chen slowly regulated his breathing.

But he did not stop there.

The power of Myriad Manifestations Creation.

Required an ambition to match its heaven-devouring nature.

And Lu Chen never lacked ambition.

"Since I've come this far..."

He mused softly, "I might as well go to the extreme."

He turned his gaze to his own Bloodline.

In the past, Lu Chen had never needed a Bloodline.

Bloodlines were merely shortcuts for the weak.

Legacies of ancient power passed down through generations.

He had always transcended such things.

But now.

He finally understood the true value of a Bloodline.

Within a Bloodline,

Lies far more than just power.

There is memory.

There are secrets.

There is potential.

There are the paths trodden by countless predecessors.

And in Lu Chen's mind,

The prototype of the Bloodline he wished to forge had already taken shape.

A Bloodline that stood above all races.

A Bloodline capable of containing the Bloodlines of all races.

Devouring the abilities of all races.

Plundering the secrets of all races.

Yet able to maintain its own purity.

Unaffected by any external influence.

Uncontaminated by any Law.

His eyes suddenly brightened.

"I once possessed a talent called 'Extraction'."

He recalled slowly.

A talent he had obtained from the World Spirit of a low-dimensional world...

The World Spirit of the Magic Net Great World.

It allowed him to extract the abilities and traits of slain beings.

After entering the Origin Dimension,

He had never used this talent again.

At his Realm,

This ability was meaningless.

Moreover,

Talents cannot evolve.

But Bloodlines can.

"If I integrate the 'Extraction' talent into my Bloodline, and limit its ability to only devour and fuse with other Bloodlines..."

The previous logical paradox.

Instantly vanished.

The Bloodline would evolve as he evolved.

The power of the talent would also amplify infinitely alongside it.

A faint smile slowly spread across his face.

"My dear variables."

He spoke softly.

His tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Your Grandpa Lu Chen is coming to harvest you all."

"I will take all of your power."

Thinking of this,

An eerie, unsettling smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

He then coughed lightly and quickly composed his expression.

"Of course."

He hastily added.

"All of this is for a greater purpose."

He finalized the ultimate design.

Primal.

Absolute.

Perfect.

Without hesitation, he named this Bloodline.

"Myriad Origins Bloodline."

A simple, unadorned name.

Yet it harbored an ambition to devour heaven and earth.

Encompassing the mysteries of all races across dimensions.

"Myriad Manifestations Creation!"

The moment the command fell,

His body convulsed violently.

An unprecedented agony erupted from every inch of his being.

His blood seemed to ignite,

His bones groaned under unbearable strain,

His Soul felt as if it were being rewritten word by word.

The pain pierced his heart.

"Urgh!"

Lu Chen gritted his teeth fiercely.

The sensation was like being burned alive from the inside out.

His body continuously glowed, cracked, and reshaped.

The Myriad Origins Bloodline was being forged.

Deep within the core of his existence.

Slowly taking form.

Two hours passed in an instant.

Two full hours of extreme torment.

Finally,

The excruciating pain abruptly vanished.

Lu Chen pitched forward, collapsing.

Gasping for breath in great heaves.

His body.

Emitted a soft, transcendent glow.

His aura became incomparably pure.

As if transcending the boundaries of reality, drifting beyond all dimensions.