My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 673: New Changes In The Capital

The world core of Armus possessed a higher level of complexity than that of Vaythos, a fact made evident by the shifting sensations within my Dawn Core. As the final cluster of azure particles integrated, a profound vibration rippled through the core, signaling the true start of its evolution.

The initial transformation manifested in the heavens of the Dawn Core.

The suffocating darkness that once reigned began to peel away in layers, much like the retreat of night before the first light of dawn. The sky transitioned into a muted, serene radiance, mirroring the hues of a world just before sunrise. While not blindingly bright, the void was gone. A gentle luminescence stretched across the horizon, unveiling silhouettes that had remained hidden in the shadows until now.

Under this newfound sky, the Law Volcanoes loomed, their surfaces shimmering with a suppressed, pulsing power. The Star of Origin remained in its state of absolute, silent stillness, while the Abyss Core sat to the side, profound and hushed. Their collective presence granted the Dawn Core a majestic, nearly hallowed aesthetic. It no longer felt like a restricted territory; instead, it felt like the birth of a nascent world.

However, this was merely the prelude.

The bulk of the remaining blue particles swarmed toward the volcano representing my Law of Elemental Convergence. Upon contact, the massive structure shuddered, and I felt a surge of realization course through my being.

Fire.

Pure, unadulterated natural fire.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my consciousness to be submerged in its essence.

My mind was flooded with manifestations of fire in every conceivable form. I saw fire that brought ruthless annihilation and fire that provided warmth and sanctuary. I witnessed fire devouring other flames, fire that purified, fire that forged, and fire that burned with a quiet heat, devoid of light. These visions merged seamlessly, teaching me that fire was a multifaceted force of infinite layers.

I offered no resistance, letting the law saturate my mind and mend the fractures in my comprehension.

When my eyes finally opened, the evolution had stabilized.

The result was unmistakable. My Fire Law had progressed beyond the second stage of a major law. The corresponding volcano burned with renewed intensity, its output of Qi more potent and consistent than ever before. It no longer felt like a tool I simply commanded; it felt like a part of myself.

Once the transformation reached its end, I checked my status out of habit. My talent regarding the Dawn Core was unchanged, as I had anticipated. Yet, a new development had surfaced.

A connection.

I could now sense the very heartbeat of Armus.

I felt its rhythmic pulse, its internal flow, and its delicate equilibrium. Acknowledging this bond, the world core emitted one last ripple. This wave traveled outward, sweeping across the entire surface of Armus. An invisible veil of violet Essence expanded across the globe, creating a protective barrier that enveloped the planet like a silent firmament.

In the world below, life moved forward, oblivious to the monumental shift.

With the link firmly established, I performed a meticulous scan of Armus. I hunted for concealed rifts, traces of outsiders, or any lingering marks left by the phantoms or Lana. I scrutinized every layer of space and physical matter. When the search concluded, I found nothing. Armus was purified.

Satisfied, I utilized my connection to the world core to teleport.

In a heartbeat, I was hovering, concealed, far above the capital of Armus.

The metropolis below was already in a state of unrest. Demons paused their activities, tilting their heads to gaze at the firmament. The shield was invisible to their eyes, yet they sensed its presence. They felt the fundamental change, and the more gifted Cultivators among them could even discern the nature of the shift. As murmurs began to echo through the capital, I prepared for the subsequent phase.

Focusing my power on the city's layout, I observed the central envoy tower, which was flanked by the estates of the three great families. That old hierarchy was dead; the Del Reys were no more.

The city required a reconstruction. However, before altering the physical landscape, I projected my perception outward.

It rolled out like a silent tide, but I intentionally allowed the demons to feel its weight. Thousands felt it simultaneously. Conversations died out. Movement ceased. Faces turned upward. For a fleeting moment, the entire capital was paralyzed in anticipation.

Then, the displacement began.

Space warped gently around every demon in the central district. In a flash, the streets were cleared, the walls were emptied of guards, and buildings were vacated. They were all safely relocated beyond the city’s central ring, appearing in open squares and fields, where they stood huddled together, staring back at the city in shock.

“What’s going on?”

“What the hell! I was in the middle of a bath, you bastard!”

“Who took my MEAT?!”

I sensed their bewilderment and heard their cries. A small smile touched my lips as their curses reached my ears.

With the heart of the city cleared, I turned my attention to the envoy tower.

The foundations beneath it began to groan.

The earth split into glowing fissures, and waves of intense heat radiated outward. Dark crimson stone erupted from the depths, guided by my will, molding itself as if the planet were reclaiming a forgotten shape. The soil rose higher, curving into the broad base of a massive, volcano-like stronghold. My Law of Elemental Convergence was finally being put to use for architecture. As I reshaped the capital, I considered whether I should perform a similar feat on Vaythos upon my return.

The envoy tower remained untouched at the center, standing still as the new structure encased it. The stone came close but never made contact, leaving the tower at the very heart of the rising peak, like a gem inside a mountain. From the outside, it appeared magnificent and sacred. Yet, those with a deep understanding of power would see it for what it truly was: a cage. A prison for the future envoy, serving as a declaration that the inhabitants of Armus would not be mere pawns in their own realm.

The fortress continued its ascent.

Two gargantuan rings of stairs spiraled around the volcanic structure in wide, rhythmic paths. The lower staircase emitted a faint, comforting warmth. The higher path burned with such intensity that the air shimmered. Each step toward the top became a greater trial, the fire challenging the physical form and the Dantian of anyone brave enough to ascend.

At the peak, the stone parted.

A vast platform took form, and at its center, primordial fire was ignited. Drawing upon the insights I had gained from the world core of Armus, I manifested three distinct flames. Each one embodied the essence, role, and aura of the three great families.

Since their authentic flames were tied to specific bloodlines, I couldn't produce perfect duplicates. Nevertheless, the fires burning before me were near-perfect imitations—recognizable enough to command respect and potent enough to aid the Cultivation of any demon capable of reaching the summit.