Vile Rabbit-Chapter 147: karma progression

Over these years, his comprehension of karma had grown tremendously to the point where it had reached the divine level, in which it granted him the ability [karmic retribution/karmic pardon/karmic blossom/karmic transfer!].

These abilities allowed him to prematurely trigger the punishment or reward for negative and positive karma ; he could also transfer a creature's karma to another.

(He had awakened the nexus sphere of this realm, thus allowing the creatures to reach the stage of the supreme emperor, no further.)

In order for his comprehension of karma to reach the 7th tier, he had to weave the lives of countless creatures.

Some time ago, he discovered that if he interfered with certain key events in a creature's life, he could absorb the karma that is produced from these event, strengthening his own karma comprehension speed.

All the recent major events that happened in the realm could be attributed to him, events such as a talentless peasant suddenly and inexplicably gaining monstrous talent and defeating the creatures that used to look down on it, then going on to become the emperor.

A random creature suddenly taken as a disciple by a supreme emperor for no reason, only to find out that it had a long-extinct bloodline that granted it abilities similar to innate talent. It then later went on to conquer its continent and defeated sea monsters that were one step away from devouring its continent.

An evil beast suddenly defied its preordained death and defeated the righteous warrior that was one step away from taking its head; it then went on to rule multiple continents with tyranny.

A genius creature pushed all the way, never to be defeated.

A sudden multi-continental apocalypse that required thousands of continents to unite in order to stop it. Events like these occurred in the trillions and trillions simultaneously in all directions of this world…

But even though his karma had reached the seventh tier, it still wasn't enough to get him to the true eighth tier entity.

He deduced that he would need to reach the level of a grand law for it to affect the barrier that was stopping his ascension.

That was where the problem came in: the karma the creatures in this realm produced no longer had any effects on his comprehension, meaning he was stuck.

He felt that he would need to weave the lives of divine-tier beings for him to progress any further.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind as he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed...

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{At the same time, inside the doom realm}

The wrathful one gazed at, rusty blade that was now enveloped in an evolutionary cocoon. He waved his hand, and the cocoon vanished. He then turned and gazed at the rest of the divine beings that had fled into the distance and vanished after them, one by one, he hunted them and sealed their laws.

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Somewhere inside the false realm, a concealed obsidian spiral tower moved at extreme speeds as it pierced through the darkness. Inside this tower stood a figure clad in grey, the envious one.

His eyes shone with slight madness as he gazed at the shimmering giant wooden chest that floated a meter before him. His hands flashed as he inscribed countless laws on it.

Vash! Vash!

Suddenly, the space a meter next to him twisted, and a wooden chest similar to the one that was before him materialized; the only difference was that it was duller.

He grabbed the newly appeared chest with his right hand and threw it inside the chest shimmering

before him, which seamlessly swallowed it, after which it started shimmering brighter. He then continued to inscribe, and a few moments later, the space twisted again, and another chest appeared.

He did the same with it as he did the first one.

These chests contained the seal laws of the creatures that the wrathful one was killing within the doom realm…

Time passed. Suddenly, his hands paused, and he turned to his left. His gaze penetrated the distance of a thousand light years and landed on a stain and polluted area infused with the essence of two grand laws.

He vanished from inside the tower and appeared directly before the stained area. His will pulsed out as he scanned the two laws. An instant later, his eyes flashed with clarity, and he muttered,

"The law of Silence and Fist."

These two law subconsciously clashed with each other as if they were life and death enemies.

The silence law exploded with soundless shockwaves that silenced everything it touched, and the fist law constantly morphed into giant fists that shattered everything they touched.

Boom! Boom!

As he identified these laws, memories of a being flashed in his mind: the silent one, the being who had

almost infiltrated his memories. His eyes flashed with madness; the silent one was at the top of the list of beings that he wanted to dissect, kill, dissect, kill, and kill again, over and over. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

As for the fist law, he had no idea who it belonged to; its signature didn't matched any creature within his memories. He could tell that the stain was a little over a hundred thousand years old, which was about the same time he clashed with the projection of the silent one.

His eyes

darted around as he scanned every direction with in tens of millions of light years in search of any more traces of the two, and unsurprisingly, there were none.

He waved his right hand as he collected traces of the two laws, then he vanished and reappeared inside his tower, continued his journey in search of a forbidden echo and the creation of one of his greatest weapons yet.

As for the stain, it would always remain there for billions of years locked in a subconscious endless battle unless a being at the eighth tier or higher removed it.

As for the seventh tier, they could only hope that they didn't accidentally enter that area, for they would be instantly killed or, worse, assimilated, becoming mere clones of the owners of the grand laws.

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At the same time, countless light years away from the envious one, two cosmic horrors spanning realm clusters were locked in a brutal battle.

one clad in silver knight armor with a red cape that had the engraving of a grasping hand laced with endless greed on its back, and the other a being clad in bloody rags, its bloody face etched with a permanent smile that would consume the minds of lower beings if they should gazed at it. In its right hand, it held an ancient bell made from bloody ears, tongues, and intestines. This bell stretched for light years.

Boom! Boom!

As they battled, the false realm around them cracked bit by bit.

Crack! Crack!

Fate twisted and turned, and countless ethereal structures instantly bloomed around them.

The silent one would ring his bell of silence, and the silence would ring out so loud that it would deafen and silence the laws around it.

Din! Din!

Adrian the Conqueror, one of the twelve human prime generals, would launch countless apocalyptic punches that shattered the silence.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a sliver of their wills buzzed as they saw images of a figure near one of their battlefield through the traces of the essence of their laws.

The silent one buzzed as it tried to disengage and capture its true target, the reason it was sneaking inside this arch realm.

But how could Adrian allow the merit that could push his existence to the end of the eighth tier to get away?

His bloodline started pulsing as his strength increased, and he instantly intercepted the silent one, and they once again locked in combat.

As for that figure, he had an idea about what it was, and he also understood that it was the unseen thing that had killed the eight damned ones and clashed with the projection of the silent one a hundred thousand years ago.

However, because he didn't receive any orders from the ancestor pertaining to this being, he decided not to move against it.

As he battled, he pulled the silent one toward the exit of this arch realm, as he had been doing for over a hundred thousand years. For He shouldn't even be here, much less wreak this much havoc, as that could alert the one known as the Hanging Tree, the ruler of this arch realm.

And It's not that he was terrified of the Hanging Tree; no, it was more so that his identity held too much weight, and if he clashed with the Hanging Tree, he might trigger a humanity and innate war, something that humanity would have to pay a steep cost for to win , and such a war would derail humanity's plans as a whole something that he couldn't bear.

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At the same time, inside the passage of the supercluster, the Lust One calmly walked through the gravity that was hundreds of millions times his.