My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 402: Scouting the Origin world

At this moment, Ethan was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy.

Such an emotion was a rarity for him, a feeling nearly forgotten through eons of silent endurance, brutal slaughter, and focused cultivation. This wasn't the fleeting satisfaction of a simple victory or the rush of acquiring power; it was a profound, soul-deep relief that eased a lifetime of tension.

He hadn't just discovered Rose’s location; he had found everyone.

The weight he had carried since the day his world crumbled was finally lifted by this single epiphany. His kin, his allies, and those bound to him by the threads of karma, fate, and blood had not been wiped from existence. Though they were displaced and scattered across the cosmos, they were still breathing.

It appeared that during Rose’s attempt to reach the 36th dimensional sky with her companions, a spatial rift had triggered, hauling her across the void directly into that far-off Origin World.

This portal hadn't been a calculated move. It was a violent, chaotic tear in the fabric of space, likely birthed from the collision of unstable origin coordinates and overlapping dimensional laws. Even with Ethan's profound insights, he recognized that surviving such an anomaly was nothing short of a miracle.

However, for reasons unknown, Rose appeared to have no memory of her past.

This realization was the most painful of all.

She had seemingly been reborn or taken in by the Ice Dragon Clan, where she currently held the position of their Saintess.

Her very essence had been overwritten, buried beneath layers of ancient rituals and draconic laws. She now existed as a different person, living a life defined by beliefs and duties that were never truly hers.

Witnessing her hollow, melancholic gaze through their shared bloodline connection caused Ethan’s heart to throb with a volatile mix of fury and longing.

His rage wasn't pointed at her; it was directed at the heavens, at the cruelty of fate, and at the meddling forces that dared to disrupt his life. Yet, the longing he felt was far more perilous, tempting him to discard all caution and act on impulse.

The urge to depart for the Origin World immediately was nearly suffocating.

He felt the desperate need to shatter the sky, descend before her, and restore every memory of the life they once shared.

Every promise they made and every quiet moment they spent together flickered vividly in his mind. He wanted to hammer those memories back into her soul, regardless of the consequences.

But logic tempered his passion; the path ahead was fraught with peril.

Recklessness would only court catastrophe, even for a man of his standing.

Despite his immense strength, he couldn't simply bridge the gap with a teleportation spell.

The Origin World was anchored to the deepest strata of reality, far beyond standard spatial coordinates, where distance was dictated by law and authority rather than physical space.

The expanse was too vast, requiring him to traverse layers of reality that ignored the conventional laws of physics.

Each of these layers operated under unique rules. Some were hostile to any foreign presence, while others possessed enough pressure to annihilate an intruder before they could even perceive the danger.

He was forced to take the standard route, which appeared to be lethally dangerous.

To reach her, he would have to navigate a "no-man's land" within the cosmic void. There was a significant risk of encountering the territory of a Source Authority Space Beast—monstrosities so ancient and potent they were viewed as walking natural disasters.

These creatures didn't need hostile intent to cause ruin. Their very presence warped the fabric of space, snuffed out stars, and devoured laws as naturally as breathing.

Consequently, he reached a cold, pragmatic conclusion.

Emotions would have to wait; power was the current priority.

He would only set out once he had merged every bloodline within his body to attain his true peak form.

Only in that state would he possess the qualifications to challenge the Origin World itself.

Furthermore, he understood that five beings at the Inverse Axiom Dominion level were required to nourish his World Tree.

He didn't view them as sacrifices, but as essential fuel needed to propel his internal world to a superior existential rank.

By achieving this, his fundamental combat strength would ascend to the Eternal Sovereign Realm.

This was no minor advancement; it was a total qualitative metamorphosis that would elevate him above almost every living soul in creation.

When paired with his Sword of Infinity, his power would rival a Source Authority Realm being—the same tier as the progenitors of the original races.

At that level of power, even the most ancient races would think twice before inciting his wrath.

Eventually, Ethan emerged from the time field.

The shimmering golden radiance dissolved behind him, leaving only a wake of distorted causality and silence.

While five million years had passed for him within that accelerated pocket of space, barely a moment had ticked by in the outside world.

For even a man of his iron will, such a vast stretch of time felt somewhat monotonous.

Uninterrupted cultivation had a way of numbing one's perception of time, making the concept of eternity feel both vacant and endless.

He felt ancient, yet his resolve had never been sharper.

The burden of ages hadn't drained him; it had tempered him into something finer.

He manifested at Ragnarok’s side.

The demon was still occupied with the torment of Selene’s soul, forcing her to endure every ounce of agony she had once inflicted upon him.

Her cries were no longer audible; they had become soul vibrations that rippled through the emptiness.

“That is enough. There is much work to be done,” Ethan declared.

His voice resonated with absolute command.

With a negligent flick of his wrist, he reached into the core of Selene’s soul and tore the Genesis Vampire Bloodline from her being.

She was powerless to resist.

A final, silent, soul-searing shriek escaped her before her essence went limp and lifeless.

Her destiny was sealed.

Ethan’s objective was now set in stone.

He intended to harvest the original bloodlines of all three thousand primary races.

This wasn't mere greed; it was an inevitable step in his journey.

He would integrate them into his Omni Bloodline, using it as a foundation to forge the "Infinity Bloodline."

The Omni Bloodline didn't seek to dominate; it was inherently adaptive, capable of harmonizing infinite contradictions.

Because his ultimate path was the Law of Infinity, he required a physical vessel that could withstand infinite fluctuations.

Without such a body, his cultivation would eventually implode under its own immense weight.

Once the bloodline reached perfection, mastering the law itself would be a natural progression.

At that stage, no limits would ever bind him again.

Ethan fed the seized Vampire bloodline into his Omni Bloodline.

The process of fusion began at once.

As this was a pure, progenitor bloodline, it required no refinement or "purification" from the World Tree.

It was already at the pinnacle of purity.

The characteristics of the Genesis Vampires manifested within him instantly.

He could suddenly perceive the pulse of blood within beings far in the distance.

He gained the ability to manifest the Blood Domain. This worked in a similar fashion to his Ultimate Domain but granted him total control over the fluids and life force of anyone caught within its borders.

He intended to combine all these specialized attributes to evolve his Ultimate Domain into a genuine "Infinite Domain."

A domain that possessed no fixed limitations or attributes.

With another motion, Ethan cast the remnants of Selene back to the Alucard family garden.

She posed no further threat.

She was now nothing more than a hollowed-out husk—a grim testament to the fate of those who crossed him.

“Ragnarok, we require beings at the Inverse Axiom Dominion level,” Ethan said, shifting his gaze to his devoted follower.

The sheer intensity of his stare caused the surrounding reality to shudder.

“To locate them, we must depart from this world and venture into the greater Origin World.”

Ethan detailed everything he had learned—the distances involved, the inherent risks, and the current status of Rose and the others.

Ragnarok remained silent, absorbing every word with focused intensity.

For the task of scouting, a shadow army would be the most effective tool.

They were invisible, highly adaptable, and entirely replaceable.

He still held the Shadow Monarch talent, even though his former legions had been wiped out upon his death.

Up until now, he hadn't seen the point in raising a new army.

Ethan gestured, and a clone materialized before them.

The air rippled as the duplicate stabilized its form.

It mirrored his appearance and aura, carrying a portion of his divine authority.

Ethan bestowed 10% of his total power upon it before using his authority to sever all karmic ties between himself and the duplicate.

This clone would now roam the Origin World as a scout—a silent phantom tasked with raising a new shadow army.

He would then utilize that army to scour the entirety of the Origin World in search of Inverse Axiom Dominion targets.

The clone carried Ethan’s intent, but it was no longer tethered to his destiny.

“Ragnarok, the Origin Demon bloodline flows within you,” Ethan noted, turning his attention back to the demon.

“I shall impart a secret technique to you.”

“You are to refine that bloodline to its absolute limit and ascend as a True Origin Demon.”

This was an opportunity no demon could ever turn down.

“I have grand designs for you in the conflicts to come.”

“As you command, my lord,” Ragnarok answered, his voice trembling with the thrill of impending power.

Ambition and loyalty surged within his chest.

Ethan rapidly designed a bloodline refinement method.

It was a grueling, precise, and complex technique.

While reaching 100% purity was nearly impossible for a standard demon, Ragnarok’s blood was already more than 50% pure.

That gave him a significant head start.

Under Ethan’s tutelage, the goal was within reach.

Nevertheless, it would require millions of years of intense refinement and meditation.

Pain and constant transformation would be his only companions during this time.

“Utilize the time field,” Ethan commanded.

No further elaboration was needed.

With those words, Ethan’s primary body and Ragnarok stepped back into the time field to begin their lengthy seclusion.

Once again, they were bathed in golden light.

Meanwhile, the clone began its preparations to venture into the mysterious reaches of the Origin World. Ethan entrusted the Sword of Infinity to the clone, ensuring it could survive any crisis it might encounter.