This world was full of life but if he were to cultivate the spiritual essences in here, then the planet would turn to a deserted lifeless tomb in but a second. So in the end, he had to innovate.

"This world can't be touched but the empty space around it should serve as a good replacement for my needs." the boy whispered and began cultivating in silence.

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"BANG!" Silent explosions raged upon the body of the boy.

Within moments, copious amounts of smelly residues was expelled from the surface of his skin and dripped unto the white sheets that was now rapidly turning into the color of mud, dirt, and slime.

Even the rapturous cracking of flesh and bones were muted out by the firm array of a flickering pentagram around the radius of the one who had cast it in the first place.

Oh, there was pain.

Much pain in fact that no mortal could ever boast to try and live through this kind of cruel cultivation. For in truth, this was a devouring of sorts.

Forceful and merciless in its strides towards the stages of growth that could never be reciprocated by a beginner along the endless path of the dao.

But who was the Blood Sovereign? This was a Supreme Existence that has seen everything that life and death has to offer.

Even the myriad mysteries of the dao has been mostly explored by this man who had reigned over the heads of not only mortals but even to the immortal gods themselves.

The ten big realms towards reaching the heavens was retaken in just mere minutes and this olden monster only stopped at the peak of the last stage.

"BOOM!" a rumbling thunder could be heard amidst the rather sunny countenance of the day. It was a familiar reminder. The distinct call for the Blood Sovereign to finally halt his cultivation.

"Do you miss me that much that you can't wait to suck me into your domain that eagerly?" The boy smiled and raised his head unto the distant heavens.

For after the apex of the tenth realm was ultimately the Immortal Stage of Cultivation. And true to its name, this mortal reality could certainly not hold an immortal within its delimited boundaries.

If that were to be, perhaps it would prove not a boon to these realms but a grave curse that promised only death and harvest upon its advent.

"I shall conquer everything that is yours once more but..." the boy stopped here and looked towards the east. Within his eyes could be seen an excited twirling of a pair of irises, pitch black and in hunger.

Like the chaos amidst the rotating black holes in the cosmos.

"...since i just got home, let me at least enjoy some years with my loved ones." he added and was looking forward to the reunion that would happen anytime today.

The boy took a deep breath and stood up from his lotus position.

The disgusting grime on the tainted bed vanished when he rose then levitated in full towards the doors that marked a path towards a whole new life.

One that he had dreamed for far too long in the eons that had wantonly passed him by.

"It's time to greet my good old friends."

"Julian?" Hannah called a few seconds after a door opened followed by the measured steps of a young boy. His gait was calm and steady, with wide strides that was truly peculiar to say the least.

He was akin to an arrogant predator that invited malice as his very walk would have caught the eyes of the most decadent bunch in society.

"What is it, woman?" The Blood Sovereign asked without turning around unto the pitiful mortal ant.

If this practitioner of medicine has not given him aid earlier, she would have never been worthy of a word coming from a revered immortal like himself.

"Do you want me to help you make a statement for your absence this morning?" The good doctor asked as she stood up to gaze at the unfamiliar stalwart back that affronted her vision.

She knew from the records that the boy was an academic scholar on the university.

One missed class would prove detrimental to his grades because the school has such a strict requirement regarding their grantees.

The boy unnerved her and there was a voice at the back of her head, whispering caution in her actions.

It was her friendly intuition and she had grown up to this ripe age knowing to listen well to this uncanny instinct. Hannah's eyes wandered on the perfect stance of confidence in the boy's halt.

Gone was the weakened persona of Julian who was hobbling less than 30 minutes in the past.

If she could only see the face of the Blood Sovereign today, then absolute shock would be the least of her reactions.

The wounds that had marred the countenance of the boy had long been sedated into the distant past, never to be seen in this point of time.

Nevertheless, if Hannah would have been more observant at this instant,

the unstained school uniform that was once covered with the residues of crimson would have been an easy clue to the magical transformation that has chanced upon the one she had dutifully aided today.

But alas, the strange but enigmatic boy has put her unawares on this little neglect in vigilance.

"I can handle those myself, woman." The boy replied and began resuming his walk towards the last hindrance before him.

"If you have any misfortune in the future, i can repay this favor once. Farewell, doctor."

"BANG!" the door closed that seemed deafening in the ears of Hannah as it loomed extremely opposite against the silence that ensued a breath later.

But even that, has not diminished the eerie and mysterious parting words of the boy that had just walked out of her office.

"Julian Crow..." she muttered to instill the curious patient into her mind.