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Chapter 1772 Soul cultivation new era

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"Of course it's complete. How could I possibly work on something for this long and dedicate so much effort without achieving any tangible results?" Arkalon lifted his head with unmistakable pride, his posture radiating confidence and satisfaction. "But it's still not the ultimate version... According to my careful estimates, the speed at which soul units are absorbed using this technique reaches only about a quarter of the natural energy absorption rate."

"A quarter?!" Robin's golden eyes widened dramatically, pupils sharp and scanning every inch of the glowing sphere with intense scrutiny. "That's still a monumental achievement... The current baseline absorption is no more than 1%, meaning you've managed to amplify the natural rate by twenty-five times in a single leap! That's astronomical!"

"From my perspective, this is only the groundwork," Arkalon waved his hand gently, as if brushing aside trivialities. "The technique itself is complete, and I have identified every missing piece that ensures it functions correctly. That, for now, is the critical part. What remains is the process of refinement: moving components here and there, experimenting with multiple different configurations, and testing countless patterns until I can push the absorption rate even higher-to match or even surpass the natural energy absorption rate!"

"Surpass it? surpass the natural energy absorption rate?!" Robin's eyebrows shot up in astonishment, his mouth slightly agape, "Is it even possible?"

"Yes, why not?" Arkalon chuckled, the sound echoing with confidence. "In truth, although planetary spirits absorb natural energy at high density to maintain a relatively constant atmospheric ratio, the concentration of soul units in the atmosphere is even higher. This is a result of the accumulation of countless deaths of living beings since ancient times. Moreover, because so few soul masters exist to utilize this abundance, I see it as the perfect opportunity to fully harness this natural potential and exploit it to its maximum!"

"..." Robin let a faint, almost wary smile cross his face. The possibilities that were now unraveling before his eyes were immense, almost overwhelming. "This version is more than sufficient for the present!"

"Leave this formula with me here. I will convert it into a fully written technique, a clear, precise instruction set. Meanwhile, you can continue your work on enhancing and perfecting it further." Robin waved his hand a few times, never breaking his gaze from the glowing sphere, its light reflecting in his golden eyes. Then, finally, he turned toward Arkalon. "Do you wish to remain here and continue working, or return to the Soul Domain?"

"Return," Arkalon replied promptly, without hesitation. "I haven't finished constructing my house yet."

"...Constructing a house?" Robin's eyebrows shot up, his astonishment deepening. Then he smiled, unable to hide a touch of amusement. "Don't tell me you're planning to start a married life already, hehe."

".."

"...?!" Robin's expression twisted in disbelief. "Are you actually joking with me right now?!"

"What's the problem?" Arkalon's voice rose, firm and resolute. "I've lived my entire life as a bachelor. Why shouldn't I marry now, even after death? I've lost the ability to reproduce, but I still want to feel the presence of a partner. What's wrong with that desire?!"

"..." Robin scratched his head in a mix of bewilderment and exasperation. "As always, you're strangely convincing."

"If you'll excuse me, I'll return to establishing the backyard," Arkalon said, giving Robin a polite nod of farewell. He then opened a soul gate for himself and calmly stepped through, disappearing into the dimensional space beyond. "...Sometimes I feel like I'm keeping a fully grown man trapped inside my head rather than a soul creature," Robin murmured, exhaling a long sigh. "I wonder just how far soul creatures could evolve if I were to create a few more stars to nurture them..."

He then drew the Seraphim quill and opened a massive, blank tome, its pages pristine and waiting. He began meticulously writing, converting every pattern, every line, every minute point into precise, comprehensible instructions. These instructions were so clear and detailed that even beginner soul masters could follow them and replicate the technique.

Six hours passed-

Thunk. Robin finally closed the enormous book, its last page filled with neat, dense script. With a graceful wave of his hand, he allowed the glowing sphere to fade entirely, its radiant energy dissipating into nothingness. Leaning back against the chair, he let out a long, relieved breath. "Hoooh~"

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

He had analyzed the technique thoroughly while transcribing it. The results were nothing short of miraculous. If this was indeed the "weakest" version of the technique, it was no wonder that Arkalon had once faced assassination attempts because of it. The power contained within was staggering, a creation capable of altering the very balance of soul mastery throughout the universe. Honestly, in all honesty, it was probably for the best that he had been killed. The idea alone of this powerful technique falling into the hands of his enemies sent shivers down Robin's spine. Just imagining a world where such a device was wielded by those opposed to him was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It would have been a catastrophe of

unimaginable proportions.

Yet, as always, fortune was a fickle thing-his luck had not fully run its course. Morpheus the Dreamer's galaxy possessed the original version of this technique, and after countless years of refinement and development, it was highly likely that they had enhanced it to levels far beyond anything Arkalon had achieved! Perhaps they had even devised a method for compressing stars themselves. After all, if Arkalon could accomplish such feats, what could possibly prevent the Dreamer from doing the same or even surpassing him? Morpheus the Dreamer himself... just how many stars did he truly command? How vast was the reservoir of his power?

...The foundation of the Dreamer Galaxy, and the true extent of their might, was beyond comprehension. While countless voices spoke of their immense wealth, accumulated through the Soul Society, no one dared to speak of their actual power. No one wanted to initiate that conversation, for the subject was simply too terrifying to confront.

"Heh~ There's no point in obsessing over this right now," Robin muttered to himself, shaking his head as he reached that inevitable conclusion.

Afterward, he carefully wrote an additional page and affixed it to the cover of the massive tome. This extra page outlined, in clear and general terms, the technique's benefits, and it stipulated that anyone entrusted with it must take the most rigorous, unbreakable oath imaginable. Then, with a simple flick of his hand, he pushed the thick book aside.

This volume would join several other scrolls and tomes, all scheduled to be delivered to Harper in the next shipment. From there, it would be handed over to Zara and distributed among the specialists stationed in Sky Opening City. Robin allowed himself a faint smile, thinking of the wave of advancement nd evolution that soul masters would experience once this knowledge was released, following the prior publication of the two atlases. The anticipation of seeing the collective growth of their powers brought him a quiet sense of satisfaction.

Then, after closing his eyes for several minutes, he sought to clear his mind of all distractions, allowing a calm focus to settle over him.

Woosh

A cascade of information began to flow from Robin's mind, streaming outward as glowing inscriptions. The flood of knowledge took shape gradually, forming a massive circular pattern. It began to condense until it was roughly the size of Robin's desk, a compact yet infinitely complex representation of the system he had been building.

This was the same colossal pattern that had once dominated the entire front of the mountain in Jura more than five centuries ago-a design intended to permanently solve humanity's problems with the fourth-grade Laws. This, without question, was the long-awaited solution of the Fifth Path. And unlike that earlier day when he had explained everything to Evergreen, this current pattern was flawless, without gaps or inconsistencies. Every connection, every link, every relationship between components was perfectly

aligned.

Yes... the Fifth Path was complete, and had been so for a very long time.

Yet, strangely, Robin displayed neither pride nor joy as he observed it. He did not smile, nor did he allow himself any sense of triumph.

"..." Robin's attention returned to that single spot-the tiny inscription that

connected the entirety of the pattern. It was the linchpin, the piece that ensured every other part of the structure worked in perfect harmony. This was the piece that had once been missing, the one that now stood at the center of the pattern, dominant and unmistakably prominent.

That missing piece... Robin had crafted it long ago, long before using the Master

Balance Law.

It had been the keystone, the element without which the Fifth Path could never have achieved completion. And now, after all this time, it had finally reclaimed its place at the heart of the design, binding everything together into a seamless,

unbreakable whole.

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