Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign-Chapter 445: Organ strengthening

Ezra trudges forward, each step heavier than the last as his body screamed for rest.

The faint light ahead pulses gently, beckoning him towards it.

It was a stark contrast to the suffocating darkness surrounding him moments before.

The cursed energy of this section of the island had subsided significantly, making it easier to breathe, but Ezra remained cautious, his senses alert for any lingering threats.

As he nears the glowing spot, the faint outline of a pedestal becomes visible.

Simple and unadorned, yet it radiates an air of significance.

Resting atop the pedestal is a vial, its contents swirling with a luminous silver liquid.

Ezra stopped a few feet away, inspecting it carefully.

The liquid shimmers as if alive, shifting and pulsating within the glass.

He could feel the energy emanating from it—dense, potent, and unlike anything he had encountered before.

"A serum?" he murmurs, his curiosity piqued.

He stepped closer, his hand brushing against the pedestal.

The moment his fingers made contact, a surge of warmth spread through him, soothing his fatigued mind and muscles.

"Hmmm" Ezra pauses, looking over the serum a few times.

"For that much trouble, this better be a decent reward" he says, clicking his tongue.

Pocketing the vial, he glances back at the darkness behind him.

While still ominous, the oppressive weight had lifted significantly.

He had conquered this trial, and it seemed the island recognized his success.

Ezra turns back toward the light, his steps steadier now as he approaches the exit.

As he crosses the threshold, Ezra finds himself floating once more in the expanse of the Starbound Sanctuary.

The suffocating aura diminishes but not entirely, as Ezra still feels lingering effects.

Fatigued both mentally and physically, Ezra activates <Gatekeeper>, vanishing.

The repressing atmosphere and its lingering effects vanish, replaced by the familiar serenity of the Sovereign Universe.

The shift was instantaneous.

The vibrant stars and boundless energy of his personal domain embraces him, rejuvenating his tired body and weary mind.

Ezra lets out a sigh of relief, mentally activating <sovereign’s movement> and collapsing onto the soft bed within the Kingsmere castle.

"Haaaa..."

Ezra lets off a tired moan as comfort envelopes his aching body.

For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling.

His mind replaying the events of the trial—the shadows, the Sovereign Space, and the vial now in his possession.

"It was worth it," he muttered, closing his eyes briefly.

After a few minutes, Ezra sits up, his head protesting vehemently with throbs as he summons a small flame in his palm.

The energy flows out smoothly, a sign that his reserves were already beginning to replenish.

The Sovereign Universe had that effect—it was his sanctuary, a place where he could recover and grow without interference.

Like this, Ezra falls asleep moments later.

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Hours later, Ezra sits up slowly, stretching his arms.

The battle had drained him to his core, but a few hours of sleep restored his energy reserves back to near completion.

He felt the familiar hum of energy coursing through him, seeping into his body like a steady heartbeat.

"Time to move," he said softly, standing to his feet.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the vial, studying it again.

The silver liquid inside swirled hypnotically, its luminescence pulsing like a living thing.

Ezra couldn’t identify its exact nature, but the power it radiated was undeniable.

"Whatever you are, you’re definitely going to help," he said with a faint smile, tucking the vial safely away.

Ezra stretched, rolling his shoulders as he prepared for what came next.

The trial had given him more than just a reward; it had sharpened his instincts, tested his skills, and forced him to tap into the <Sovereign Space> for the first time in a real confrontation.

The memory of activating the skill lingered in his mind—the surge of control, the sense of authority over his surroundings, and the clarity it brought to his senses.

It wasn’t perfect, not yet, but it was a glimpse of the potential he could unlock with mastery.

Thinking back to it, Ezra’s mouth unintentionally stretches into a wide, dangerous grin.

Teleporting off the bed, Ezra arrives on the cold red soil of planet Ketta.

’Dammit’

Ezra couldn’t help but lament, the change in environment was too drastic.

It had him wishing to return to the comfy bed he had just left, but Ezra fought such thoughts, sitting up as he prepared to start a new cultivation session.

Taking out the vial once more, Ezra is faced with two choices.

’Should I drink it now or postpone it till after I’m done cultivating...?’

Stuck at crossroads, Ezra calls upon his trusted advisor for a solution.

[Let me see...it contains a lot of nova essence, and judging from how it looks, it should also grant you other benefits]

"What kind of benefits?"

[I have no idea] Zydrax replies. [Perhaps a new ability or some sort]

Ezra rolled the vial between his fingers, its silver liquid glowing faintly under the dim light of the red sky.

The thought of drinking it now was tempting—power was always an alluring prospect.

But rushing headfirst into the unknown was rarely wise, even for someone as daring as him.

"Unknown benefits, huh?" Ezra mutters, his gaze fixed on the swirling liquid.

He felt Zydrax’s presence shift slightly, his curiosity piqued as well.

[It could enhance your cultivation, or perhaps reinforce your body. However, there’s also the chance of rejection, considering how peculiar this energy is.]

Zydrax’s tone carried a hint of caution. [Your soul could likely counteract most adverse effects, but why risk it when you could stabilize first?]

Ezra nodded thoughtfully, slipping the vial back into his pocket. "Fair enough"

He gathers the shards he had collected from the first section of the island alongside the prismatic core as well as the shards remaining from his exploits in the fire island.

Even now, the core continued to leak essence, thus making it Ezra’s priority target.

Ezra begins advancement to enter the fourth stage of body refinement.

The Nebula Cloud stage.

With the energy core created around his heart, there was no turbulence during the infusion of additional energy, despite it being a significant volume.

Up to this stage, the veins and the bones had been strengthened and refined.

This stage on its own foresaw the strengthening of all the bodily organs.

As one would expect, the difficulty of cultivation spiked exponentially as a result.

This stage is known to be the most difficult of all stages to progress through, notorious for the exorbitant amount of essence it took to reach completion.

It is said to have at least thirty percent influence on the final grade of the stellar body.

As such, it is also the stage nascents stay the longest in.

With centuries having gone by and much research done, higher beings had now made an order list in which the organs should be refined to ensure the best efficiency.

Exhaling, Ezra tosses aside all these thought out of his mind and focuses intently on the process ahead.

The shards he had collected floated around him in a controlled orbit, glimmering faintly.

The prismatic core’s essence radiated an almost overwhelming pressure, its potency evident even before it was fully ground.

Ezra narrowed his eyes as the Blood Sphere began the slow, arduous process of breaking down the core into fine particles.

Every second felt like an eternity as he controlled the sphere’s movements with precision, his mind stretched to its limits to ensure none of the essence escaped.

The prismatic core sought to resist, its energy flaring like a trapped beast, but Ezra’s will was unyielding.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the core disintegrated into shimmering motes of energy.

They pulsed with life, a stark contrast to the more subdued shards from the fire island.

Ezra exhaled deeply, wiping sweat from his brow as he absorbed the motes into his bloodstream.

A wave of heat coursed through his body, his veins glowing faintly as the essence merged with his existing reserves.

The process of refinement began immediately.

The energy surged toward his heart, where the Energy Core pulsed steadily.

Unlike the turbulent breakthroughs of earlier stages, this transition was smooth.

The core, now a stabilizing anchor in his cultivation, dispersed the essence evenly throughout his body.

Ezra felt the change instantly. His lungs expanded, drawing in the red-tinged air of Ketta more efficiently.

His heart pumped stronger, the flow of blood becoming almost audible in his ears.

His liver, kidneys, and other organs hummed with newfound vitality as the refining energy worked its way through each in turn.

This was the Nebula Cloud Stage, where the body’s organs were systematically strengthened and refined to their utmost potential.

It was no longer just about power—it was about endurance, longevity, and fortitude.

Ezra’s thoughts drifted to the words of the higher beings he’d studied.

"The heart is the foundation, the lungs the sustainers, the liver the purifier. Refine them in this order to build a body worthy of the stars."

The essence from the prismatic core was immense, enough to push his refinement process well into the initial stages of the Nebula Cloud.

Yet, Ezra knew this stage would be a marathon, not a sprint.

His body grew hotter as the process intensified.

The shards floating around him dissolved one by one, their energies adding to the flood now coursing through his system.

The faint glow of his veins grew brighter, his skin shimmering faintly as if on the verge of bursting into light.

Suddenly, a sharp pang shot through his chest. Ezra winced, his breathing labored as the energy began to converge toward his heart.

This was the critical moment, where the heart would either accept the infusion or falter under the strain.

"Focus," he whispers, his voice strained but steady.

He calls upon his mental discipline, honed through countless trials, to guide the energy into the intricate channels surrounding his heart.

The essence swirls violently, resisting his control, but Ezra’s focus remains unbroken.

Thanks to the work during the core creation stage, he didn’t have to refine his heart from scratch.

Though, that didn’t make it any less grueling.

With deliberate precision, he directs the surging energy into the core of his heart, reinforcing its structure.

The pressure was immense, as if his chest might cave in at any moment, but Ezra grits his teeth and pushes forward.

Time passes as the glow around him intensifies, bathing the red soil of Ketta in radiant light.

His heart began to beat harder, the rhythm echoing like a war drum in his ears.

Then, a sudden snap.

The energy disperses evenly, its violen

t surge calming into a steady, controlled flow.

Ezra exhales sharply, his body relaxing as the pressure lifts.

His heart now pulses with a newfound strength, its beats resonating with a rhythmic hum of refined energy.