My attributes are increasing infinitely Chapter 456 - 2nd reincarnation

Ethan ceased meddling in the God Child's matters any further.

No advantage came from expending energy on pursuits that failed to bring him nearer to the divine fruit. He merely departed to pursue his subsequent goal.

....

After two months, he found himself inside the grand hall of the sect founded via the saint.

The expansive chamber, freshly built from spirit stones and bolstered by multiple formations, gleamed with newness. Elders lined up in orderly quietude. In the middle, the saint knelt reverently.

"My lord, the sect now operates at full capacity. One hundred and fifty Weapon Lords act as our elders. Both outer and inner courts stand ready. We are set to launch complete activities," the saint reported, his head bowed low.

Ethan held his silence for a moment. His focus turned inward.

[Combat Prowess: Tier 17]

The display floated in his mind's eye.

Reaching Tier seventeen matched the Immortal King Realm in the Immortal World. Certain ancient loose immortals exceeded that level, holdovers from past ages who never rose higher. Ethan knew of their existence, yet he saw no point in chasing hidden beings in remote peaks. Far better to rise to the Immortal Realm and face foes that could truly fuel his advancement.

His eyes settled on the saint.

"Very well. I plan to take on the whole mortal realm. Spread the word. They must join the sect's inauguration rite and face me in combat. Should they decline, I'll track them down personally. And that won't end calmly."

The saint gulped hard. All his life, he'd battled to shield mortals from immortal oppression. Now, he served a near-divine entity. Moisture gathered in his eyes, yet his tone stayed firm.

"Yes, Your Highness. I shall execute your command."

Ethan breathed out steadily once the saint had gone.

He remained clueless about the divine fruit's hiding place.

....

Ten days passed, and Ethan hovered far above the sect's territory.

He balanced atop a suspended sword in the skies. As a mortal, innate flight eluded him. The blade acted as his elevated stand.

Beneath lay an ocean of followers. A million mortals crammed the valley, their garments weaving a colorful expanse. All gazes locked on him in awe.

In just ten days, he'd amassed a million disciples. Still, awe didn't equal devotion. To forge them into real followers, he needed to show irrefutable might.

Before him in the heavens loomed one hundred Spirit Masters.

To the followers, these were mythical icons. Actually, they consisted of loose immortals who opted to linger in the mortal realm rather than ascend. This group represented the mortal realm's mightiest powers.

The loose immortals shared looks among themselves.

"I don't trust this fellow," one whispered. "I showed up to draw out Ye Qin. He's a danger to our families. My plan was to slay him right here."

"Agreed. But what's this sect leader's deal? Rumors say he's just a smith crafting remarkable items. Why would Ye Qin swear fealty to him?"

They whispered back and forth.

Ethan's words sliced through the atmosphere.

"All of you, come at me at once. I'm short on time."

One immortal advanced, his presence exploding outward.

"Such hubris. How bold for a simple forge-master to speak to us this way?"

Ethan regarded him with steady calm.

He lifted his right hand and performed a subtle clenching gesture.

The immortal's face stiffened.

Suddenly, command over his form vanished. An unseen power enveloped him. Like a marionette yanked by invisible threads, he hurtled through the sky.

Ethan seized his neck.

"Keep silent. Simply follow orders," Ethan stated icily. "You're worthless."

With that, he flung him away like worthless trash.

The disciples down below burst into uproar. Thrill pulsed through their blood. Their cheers made the valley quake.

The other immortals seethed with rage.

"You struck first without the fight starting. What a coward," they yelled while charging ahead.

Ethan swept his hand through the air.

The very space appeared to constrict.

Ninety-nine immortals crashed to the earth all at once. Atmosphere crushed down on them like an immense peak. Despite their efforts to break free, motion proved impossible.

Hush fell over the crowd.

Ethan's declaration resonated throughout the realm.

"I seek no endless conflict between mortals and immortals. Starting today, the Mortal World and Immortal World shall divide as distinct zones. Immortals may not invade the mortal lands. Mortals must not venture into immortal territories."

He halted for a beat.

"The Mortal Sect shall govern the mortal realm henceforth."

His words brooked no debate.

He pivoted and strode back to the sect's hall.

In every corner of the mortal world, cultivators caught his message as if whispered right beside them. His ruling held unbreakable authority.

Next, he warped space with his will.

He ripped open the world's weave and erected a divide between the realms. Unseen walls rose up. Links that once bridged mortal and immortal areas snapped apart.

The disciples exploded once more.

"Yessss!"

Their bellows rattled the peaks.

Suddenly, alerts poured into Ethan's thoughts.

[You have gained a loyal subordinate. Ten strands of divine energy are bestowed.]

[You have gained a loyal subordinate. Ten strands of divine energy are bestowed.]

The alerts kept coming, piling up relentlessly.

Minutes later, the torrent eased.

[You have gained three million loyal subordinates. Thirty million strands of divine energy are granted.]

In Ethan's inner spiritual sea, the Strand of Infinity started to lengthen.

It had measured ten centimeters before.

Now, it surged forward at alarming pace, spanning fifteen kilometers in mere instants.

A subtle grin touched Ethan's lips.

This marked just the start. His next step lay in ascending to the Immortal Realm. After that, the God Realm. Sects would rise in every layer of existence, yielding endless divine energy.

He almost chuckled.

At that moment, suddenly the space warped right before him.

A fruit materialized.

It looked like a plain apple, yet subtle designs glowed under its surface. The surrounding air grew unsteady.

[Master...] Yumiko started.

Ethan had already snatched it in intrigue.

The moment his fingers brushed the fruit, the entire world quaked.

Boom.

A mighty voice boomed through all of creation.

[The divine fruit has been obtained by the individual named Ethan Hunt. The trial of this world is complete. In thirty minutes, all participants will reincarnate to the next floor. Best of luck.]

Another alert arrived right after.

[Ethan Hunt will receive ten million strands of divine energy for completing the trial within one year.]

Throughout the world, every infant God Child sensed the proclamation in their spirits.

"What's going on?"

"This can't be real?"

"The quickest past record took fifty years. How did he pull this off?"

They'd schemed with caution, weaving pacts and deceptions. The contest concluded before most could even start.

In the emptiness outside the tower, two timeless voices spoke.

"That outlier poses a severe risk," the first one noted, annoyance clear. "Cultivation escapes him, but battling superiors yields matching progress. If he persists, he'll shatter the whole system."

The second voice answered, "What solution do you suggest?"

"Transport him to a genuine mortal universe. No real mighty entities exist there. Just everyday people, perhaps a few so-called martial practitioners. Cultivation remains exclusive to God Children. He'll have to bide his time as they develop. He stays bound to his world until they're ready to confront him. Force him into stagnation."

A short pause ensued.

"You're right. Make it happen."

They thought they'd figured him out.

Back in the dissolving world, Ethan scowled.

"What just occurred? It showed up out of nowhere. I'd barely started securing my achievements."

He inspected the fruit closely.

"You were aware of this, Yumiko?"

[Yes, Master. But this fruit bears an ill aura. Refrain from eating it.]

"Ill how exactly?"

[I can't pinpoint its origin. It seems like an embodiment of something beyond grasp. My analysis breaks down. I detect malice.]

Ethan's gaze sharpened.

"Do you mean the whole tower reeks of trouble?"

[We'll discover the truth when we reach its heart.]

The thirty minutes flew by.

[You are now being reincarnated into the next floor.]

A power seized his essence. The world melted away before his sight.

Darkness engulfed him.

Then fresh details emerged in front of him.

[Place of Reincarnation: Mortal Universe.]

[Role: You will be born in the slums.]

[Objective: Locate the Axe of Chaos.]

[Difficulty: Hell.]

[Restriction: You cannot cultivate.]

[Condition: If you become the most powerful individual on your planet within one year, you will receive one hundred million strands of divine energy.]

Ethan sensed his being's framework unravel as reincarnation activated.

He swore under his breath.

He perceived it sharply. Hidden forces twisted the guidelines from the shadows.

They aimed to lock him in frailty.

They desired his patience.

As his awareness splintered amid the intensifying reincarnation, one icy notion lingered: those entities faced yet another shock.