Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1136 - 1133: Can’t Keep On Holding You Back

A heavy scowl, clouded by worry, settled on Corey’s face as he gazed up at the darkening skies.

He hadn't anticipated that offering the six weapon spirits to Primus would trigger another Tribulation.

Corey knew Primus was a peak Origin Weapon—a masterpiece at the very pinnacle of the universe—yet he hadn't expected the blade to transcend to a higher grade so soon.

While he lacked any concrete knowledge of Weapon Grades beyond the Origin Grade, he sensed that the gap between them must be beyond his wildest dreams.

How could Primus suddenly evolve after consuming just six Weapon Spirits?

The spirits were certainly unique, but their low grades should have made them insufficient to push Primus toward a rank that transcended the universe itself.

If Primus reached that next level, it meant both of them would be forced to endure another Tribulation.

This time, Corey feared the trial would be exponentially more powerful than the last; he seriously doubted Primus’s ability to survive such a divine onslaught.

Unbeknownst to Corey, those six Weapon Spirits were far more than just "unique."

Despite their low rank, their origins were extraordinary enough to propel Primus into a new realm of existence.

The Weapon Spirit of his Genesis Armament carried the mark of the Old Ones.

The spirit within his Dual Battle Axes bore the essence of the Paragon Ancestor.

Furthermore, the spirit of his Demonic Sabers was touched by a high-ranking demon whose power surpassed the gods of this universe.

These three specific Weapon Spirits possessed the unparalleled uniqueness required for Primus to advance.

Luckily for Corey, Primus was sentient and fully grasped the consequences of his evolution.

The weapon understood that he could not withstand the impending Tribulation.

Even if he succeeded in advancing, he would only be at the entry level of the next grade, while the Tribulation would be far more terrifying than the one he had just consumed.

Primus’s instincts screamed at him to avoid the lightning at all costs.

Facing it now would mean certain death for both him and Corey.

It didn't take long for Primus to decide how to utilize the massive influx of energy from the six spirits.

Releasing the power was an option, but it would be a terrible waste.

Transferring it to Corey was impossible; since it came from Weapon Spirits rather than the Will or soul of a living creature, it would provide no benefit and might even cause Corey harm.

Instead, Primus chose to channel the energy into refining every fiber of his being.

Had the God of Blacksmiths or a legendary crafter from beyond this universe observed Primus before this, they would have deemed him flawless.

To any eye, he was perfection.

Even Primus had subconsciously believed himself to be perfect, but a deep internal inspection revealed microscopic imperfections.

These flaws were nearly impossible to put into words.

They were like nano-sized fissures running through his physical form, his spirit, his soul, and his Will.

By refining the energies of the six spirits, he reinforced his foundation to an impossible degree.

This consumption ensured there wasn't enough energy left for his entire being to jump to the next grade, yet he could no longer be classified as a mere Origin Weapon.

He had become a Semi-Omega Weapon.

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Seeing the Tribulation clouds begin to scatter, Corey let out a long, involuntary sigh of relief.

Even though only a fraction of the clouds had formed, that small portion emitted an aura far more lethal than the previous Tribulation they had conquered.

His Eyes of Truth and Judgement had shown him a future of absolute darkness—a sign of certain death.

“That was too close,” Corey muttered, a single bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

He turned his gaze toward Primus and was immediately struck with awe.

While the weapon’s physical look remained much the same, the aura it radiated had transformed completely.

Corey couldn't find the words to describe it, but the pressure was enough to make the hair on his arms stand up.

If Primus hadn't been his own creation, forged from his own Will, spirit, and soul, Corey likely would have been forced to his knees by the sheer weight of the weapon's presence.

“A Semi-Omega Grade Weapon, huh...” Corey whispered to himself as Primus shared the details of his internal transformation.

Corey had never even heard of such a rank, but he understood it represented a power level that exceeded the limits of the universe.

It was a staggering, welcome surprise.

He had never calculated that he might forge something that surpassed universal boundaries.

“You’ve changed significantly. I can sense new abilities within you, but I can't seem to grasp or activate them.”

Corey frowned slightly, inspecting Primus closely.

The weapon trembled, sending a mental pulse to communicate.

“So, it's because of my current level that I can't use them? The backlash would destroy me?”

Primus vibrated, throwing a literal tantrum inside Corey’s mind.

The weapon was desperate to test its new powers but was being held back by Corey’s limitations.

It was like a child with a brand-new toy he wasn't allowed to play with.

Corey gave a helpless, wry smile. “Don’t worry. It won’t stay this way for long.”

Primus pulsed again, causing Corey to raise his eyebrows in shock.

“You’re on the verge of an evolution?”

Primus trembled in affirmation.

“And you want to delay it until I’ve finished crafting my armor?”

Another affirmative tremble.

Corey smiled softly. “Alright. Then let’s get to work. I can’t keep you waiting forever.”