Published at 6th of May 2026 6:45 am

Chapter 2134 Azramid's hidden goal

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"...?" The Cosmic Elder frowned deeply, his brows tightening as his expression shifted into something far more serious than before, "In this long life of mine, there are very few things that truly capture my interest and make me feel the need to question them... but with that single sentence of yours, you've just opened several questions all at once." Then he let out a quiet, almost amused sigh, "Heh- perhaps that's one of the reasons I find our strange friendship so enjoyable."

Whoosh

A playing card flew through the air and struck the Cosmic Elder squarely on the forehead, sticking there for a brief moment before slowly sliding down across his face and falling to the ground.

"Replace this while you're wondering, you cheating old man." Robin spoke without even lifting his gaze, his focus still entirely on the documents before him, continuing his inspection as if nothing had happened, then opened his mouth again, "...and by the way-"

Baaam

Something slammed violently into Robin's face, sending him flying backward off his chair with force.

"Ouch!!" Robin stood up quickly, rubbing his head with irritation, then turned his gaze to the side and saw a playing card embedded deep into the ground, its edges slightly buried, its weight clearly in the tens of kilograms, "Are you kidding me, old man?!"

"Before anything else, why don't you tell me about that sixth path?" The Cosmic Elder ignored Robin's complaint entirely, his curiosity now fully engaged, "I noticed the feather pen constantly working without rest, I noticed you assisting it with both hands at times, I noticed how frequently you destroy those panels... but I didn't realize all of that effort was for an entire cultivation path!"

"Tsk~" Robin clicked his tongue, realizing there was no real way to retaliate meaningfully, so he began applying the principles of balance to return the card to its original weight, the heaviness dissipating gradually, "It's not something particularly innovative or miraculous. I'm simply trying to restore things to their proper state... I'm trying to allow humans to use internal energy without obstacles, without relying on injecting beast blood into their bodies or altering themselves unnaturally."

"You're trying to solve the issue of human internal energy?" The Cosmic Elder's reaction was immediate and visible, genuine surprise surfacing, "Is that even possible in the first place?"

"...I don't know." Robin picked up the card after restoring it and returned to his seat, his posture relaxing slightly, but his expression turning distant and contemplative, as if lost in deeper layers of thought, "Human bodies are fundamentally disconnected from the heavenly laws."

"Only a very small minority are born with exceptional talent that allows them to establish a connection with certain laws... individuals like Raiden or the Maizer family."

"The rest..." he paused briefly, "...are destined to remain ordinary for their entire lives, unable to surpass the Sage Realm no matter how hard they try!"

"... It appears to be a simple limitation on the surface, but since ancient times, no one has truly addressed it directly. Instead, they've only circled around it... Whether through injecting beast blood, creating serums, or building weak and ultimately useless foundations that provide no real solution."

Then he turned his gaze toward the distant horizon, his voice lowering slightly, "I've been trying repeatedly to apply the principles of balance and creation to develop solutions. And I do succeed, in a sense... but every solution I arrive at is either temporary or requires an excessive amount of effort and life force, making it impractical in reality."

Then he let out a faint, tired chuckle, one that carried a hint of frustration beneath it, "I even used causality six times... and space-time once... and still ended up with the exact same result."

"Space-time?" The Cosmic Elder questioned, his tone carrying clear skepticism, as if doubting the practicality of such an approach.

"Yes," Robin confirmed without hesitation, "I considered transferring energy from the central gathering point directly to the pores of the hand through an instantaneous space-time gateway, bypassing the natural pathways entirely." "...Has your desperation reached that level?" The Cosmic Elder sighed, shaking his head slightly.

"It's worse than that" Robin replied with a faint smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Nothing seems to work. Every path I explore only ends up exposing the inherent weakness of human nature... nothing more."

Then he lifted his gaze toward the Cosmic Elder, his eyes carrying a rare seriousness and intensity, "Tell me... in all your explorations beyond the known boundaries... did you ever encounter anything that could explain this

phenomenon?"

"No." The Cosmic Elder shook his head slowly, his expression firm, "There's nothing that even suggests this is a problem to begin with."

"This..." he added after a brief pause, "...is simply natural for humans. I've never found anything that points toward a different answer."

"Oh..." Robin tilted his head slightly, falling into silence once more, his thoughts clearly sinking deeper as he tried to reconcile that answer with everything he

had observed.

"...But let me tell you this," the Cosmic Elder continued, his tone turning more reflective and weighted with memory, "I have lived through four Great Truth Chosen before you... and every single one of them, without exception, spent a portion of their lives studying this very problem."

"Ooh?!" Robin lifted his head instantly, his eyes sharpening, clear excitement and curiosity flashing across his face as if he had just found a long-awaited

clue.

Then the Cosmic Elder added plainly, without softening the truth, "And they found nothing as well."

"Tsk." Robin clicked his tongue in visible annoyance and threw the first card onto the table with more force than necessary, the sound echoing faintly, "Play,

play."

"What kind of answer were you expecting?" The Cosmic Elder tossed down a card in return, his tone calm but slightly teasing, "They did study the problem, but not for the sake of humans themselves... rather, they wanted to give mutated and hybrid races a way to use laws beyond the ones they were born with affinity toward."

Then he continued, his gaze drifting slightly as if recalling fragmented memories, "I don't know the exact conclusions reached by three of them, other than the fact that they failed completely and left no meaningful solution behind. But Azramid... I remember his findings clearly. We've discussed it

before."

He paused for a brief moment, then added with a faint smile, "I was honestly surprised when I realized you had begun thinking about this at such a young age, barely a thousand years old. It almost feels like an inevitable path... something every Great Truth Chosen is destined to confront eventually, whether they want to or not."

"What did he find?!" Robin asked immediately, leaning forwardslightly, his tone carrying urgency that he didn't bother to hide.

"Azramid spent nearly half of his life studying this problem," the Cosmic Elder said, turning his gaze toward the distant horizon, as if the past itself was laid out before him, "He believed that solving it wouldn't just end the oppression and limitations placed upon humans... but would open an entirely new path for all creatures in the universe, allowing them to cultivate in whatever they truly desired, unrestricted by innate limitations."

"...Azramid wasn't as greedy or miserly as people tend to believe," he added, his tone softening slightly with respect, "If he truly were like that, Truth would never have chosen him in the first place. He simply endured far too many unfortunate circumstances... much like you."

Then he turned his head back toward Robin, his eyes steady, "But unlike you, he didn't build empires or try to crush those circumstances head-on. Instead, he withdrew from society entirely and made this problem his sole objective... something he had to solve before the end of his life. As for all the inventions and breakthroughs attributed to him, those were merely byproducts... secondary efforts created only to fund his primary research."

"The Great Truth Chosen Azramid... spent half his life studying the problem of humans breaking into the Martial Emperor realm?" Robin said in disbelief, clearly struggling to reconcile that image with the legend.

"This isn't about humans and the Martial Emperor realm!" The Cosmic Elder raised his voice slightly, his tone sharpening with emphasis, "Robin, after all the time you've spent studying this issue, what do you think the real bottleneck is?"

"..." Robin fell silent for a few moments, his gaze lowering as his thoughts raced, his expression tightening with focus, "At first, I thought it was simply the weakness of the human body... that it couldn't withstand the movement of energy within it without collapsing under the strain."

"But after examining exceptional humans... and studying mutated and hybrid races in detail... I realized the issue lies deeper... within the laws themselves. The law that humans use to build their foundational stages does not support the transfer of energy. It doesn't prepare their bodies adequately for it, no

matter how much they refine it."

"...Even in other races, as their levels increase and their affinity grows, that affinity enhances the speed of their techniques or the intensity of their output... but it doesn't improve the body's own affinity. That innate connection, the one they are born with, remains unchanged."

"So if someone is born into a mutated race without sufficient natural talent... they will end up just like humans unable to utilize internal energy beyond the third stage... no matter how many laws they attempt to integrate or force into

their system."

"So the problem is...?" The Cosmic Elder asked again, his gaze fixed firmly on Robin, as if testing the clarity of his conclusion.

"The abandonment of humans in particular... and most creatures in general... by

the heavenly laws," Robin said slowly, his brows tightly furrowed, a faint but undeniable anger surfacing in his voice, "and their selective favoring of a small minority to represent them."

"Azramid reached a similar conclusion," the Cosmic Elder nodded slowly, his expression darkening slightly, "And after spending countless years chasing an answer...He ended his entire journey of research with a single sentence...: {That damned seal refuses to fuck off.}"

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