Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2378  Balance

Changes were unfolding within Emery's domain, manifesting in the very fabric of the environment. The sky above swirled ominously at the border between two distinct realms, where light and dark energies clashed and danced.

On one side, the vibrant hues of the Spring Lake glimmered under a warm sun, its gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the Elysian Forest, filling the air with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. On the opposite end, smoke billowed ominously from the peak of a dark mountain, casting a shadow over the landscape and hinting at the chaotic forces lurking within.

This time, Emery resolved not to forcefully connect the two energies, as he had in the past. Instead, he focused on gradually harmonizing the opposing forces, allowing them to coexist and intertwine. He envisioned a tapestry woven from threads of light and dark, each strand representing a different aspect of his power and understanding.

This approach echoed the guidance he'd received five years prior from a powerful dark-and-light grand magus, a master of opposing forces recommended to him by Supreme Magus Altus.

The journey to the grand magus realm required him to embody the extremes within him, harmonizing light and darkness. Emery poured years of relentless effort into two primary goals. The first was to elevate his understanding of the laws, working tirelessly to raise his law comprehension to the Full Moon Realm. Once he did, he focused on bringing his opposing forces closer to balance.

The insights he had gained from Fuxi, along with the understanding of life and death drawn from the Blood Tome, provided him with a deeper clarity. It was this knowledge that allowed him to reach the critical level he now needed.

His energy levels reflected his progress, with a small but vital difference tipping toward the dark:

[Energy Balance: Darkness 51%, Light 49%]

Although he was close, Emery knew that true equilibrium remained just out of reach. Achieving a true balance would require a direct connection between the two forces, a feat that demanded he cultivate both cores simultaneously. It was time to attempt this daunting task, one that would mean drawing from both Khaos and Elysian energies and harmonizing them within himself.

Emery sat at the border between the two forces, eyes closed as he summoned them.

The dark, ominous Khaos energy began to unfurl from the mountain peak, spiraling down toward him with an intensity that echoed the raw power of destruction. Simultaneously, the Elysian nature energy flowed gently from the lush forest, carrying the soft vitality of life itself. The two energies approached him like opposing waves, merging but never fully blending.

Centered and focused, Emery absorbed each force, feeling the contrasting energies pulse within him. The darkness roiled with latent fury, while the light energy soothed it, tempering its raw potential. He fought to maintain his focus, drawing on every ounce of control he had honed over years of cultivation. It was a delicate balance—a dance of shadow and light, where one misstep could disrupt everything.

The unique nature of Emery's Domain gave him an advantage most Magus lacked; his internal world allowed him to house both energies in their purest forms, side by side. However, being yet to reach the Grand Magus realm meant he was still denied access to cosmic energy, which could have accelerated his cultivation and made sustaining his Domain far easier.

Drawing from the powerful energies of Khaos and the Elysian tree granted Emery great strength, but balancing them remained an arduous task.

Within just a few hours, he would feel his spirit energy depleting rapidly, making it clear that relying solely on his internal reserves wouldn't be sustainable. To continue, he had to draw on additional resources.

Spirit stones—reservoirs of pure energy that doubled as currency—became his lifeline. With his skill in apothecary techniques, Emery refined these spirit stones on the spot, converting them instantly into usable energy to fuel his cultivation.

The demand was immense; tens of thousands spirit stones were consumed every minute to sustain his Domain's unique requirements, a staggeringly high rate that tested his resources. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This costly ritual, however, came with benefits. The infusion of spirit energy into his Domain created a saturation effect, enriching the atmosphere with a potent energy that spread to all its inhabitants. Chizpurs, Twik, Artio the bear, as well as Livi, Durak, and the dark orcs felt the effects as their own cultivation accelerated within this charged environment. Even the devouring beast, typically restless, grew calmer, subdued by the soothing influence of the heightened energy field.

With each hour of cultivation, Emery felt the two energies intertwining more deeply, their union strengthening and stabilizing the Domain as they pulsed in harmony. One day...

Two days...

Seven days in, Emery had already burned through an astronomical 15 million spirit stones, their energy absorbed directly into his cultivation to feed the dual forces.

While taking a rare pause to replenish his strength, Emery recrafted two true clones, each one assigned with vital responsibilities that would allow him to continue his progress undisturbed.

One clone remained at the academy, guiding his daughter, Shinta, and mentoring the acolytes who trained under him, ensuring their growth continued unhindered. Meanwhile, the second clone divided its time between the Golden City Apothecary Center, Utopia City Gene Center, and Emery's private research chambers. Here, it meticulously explored new recipes and pushed forward with advanced research, crafting complex potions to expand his knowledge and refine the treatments he sought for Chumo, as well as other ongoing projects. One major focus remained the supreme gene project, which continued to advance steadily over time.

As the weeks blurred together, Emery found himself immersed in an intense, demanding rhythm. Despite the relentless dedication he poured into his cultivation, progress came only in small, hard-won increments, and the exertion left him constantly drained.

Two months passed, each following the same rigorous cycle as Emery poured himself into his cultivation. Before he knew it, the final year of the Magus academy was upon him.