CHAPTER 735: DEPRAVITA SAMSARA TYPHOON

Determination. Decision. Desire.

A powerful will surged from the core of Terra as the World Will fully absorbed Vlad’s words. It had heard him—not just with thought, but with purpose. And it agreed.

A Crystal Wall was still formed, but only strong enough to shield the planet from the chaotic forces swirling in the void between worlds. It would keep the cosmic turbulence at bay but offered no illusion of invincibility. The true focus lay elsewhere.

With newfound resolve, the World Will channeled every drop of the vast ocean of Origin Power inward. Like golden rivers of divinity, the energy surged across the continents, spiraling through the atmosphere, and then plunging deep into the earth—down to the planet’s molten heart.

"RUMBLE!!!"

The ground shook with a ferocity that defied logic, not in destruction, but in transformation. Mountains did not crumble—they grew. Valleys stretched wider, deeper. The land surged, reshaping itself not in chaos, but in divine elegance.

Across the world, majestic phenomena unfolded.

Mountain ranges erupted toward the heavens, their peaks breaking through the cloud line and continuing to rise, etched with glowing runes that shimmered in response to the infusion of Origin Power. Entire plains expanded, lush fields blooming with new flora unseen by any mortal eyes, their petals glimmering like stardust. Rivers widened and became crystalline, their waters humming with ancient songs of life and power.

From beneath the shifting earth, new ores and metals emerged—veins of mythic minerals once buried beneath the planet’s deepest layers now lay exposed. Some shimmered like liquid moonlight, others pulsed with fiery energy, and still more radiated darkness so deep it bent the light around them. These materials were clearly meant for creation, capable of birthing weapons, artifacts, and structures on a divine level.

The most awe-inspiring revelation was the fact that the planet itself was growing.

Terra’s mass increased exponentially, its crust expanding with purpose. Continents grew broader, tectonic plates stabilized under divine guidance, and even the gravitational constant adjusted, calibrated to maintain harmony. The very laws of physics bent and evolved to accommodate the ascension.

It was a rebirth on a planetary scale.

Thanks to the safeguards Overlord had implemented, the people of Terra watched this transformation safely. From within reinforced structures, elevated shelters, or behind protective arrays, they witnessed what no civilization before them had ever seen—a world becoming something more than a world. A realm becoming a divine domain.

For six days, the Origin Power continued to pour in, reshaping Terra into something far grander than its original form. It evolved from a single world among many into a beacon of power—an anchor in the Higher Dimension. Then, at the dawn of the seventh day, the final threads of Origin Power were absorbed, and the world finally... rested.

Silence followed.

But only for a moment.

From deep within the planet’s rejuvenated core, something began to rise—a gentle, golden fog, luminous and warm. At first, people were wary, uncertain of its nature. But that fear quickly turned to awe as they felt its presence.

It was nurturing. Restorative. Alive.

Where it flowed, crops grew taller. Wounds healed. Minds cleared. Even the weakest among them felt their vitality rise. The golden mist was Terra’s gratitude—its natural essence now evolved, designed not just to sustain, but to elevate those who lived within its bounds.

This was the true reason ancient beings so often fought to protect and elevate their worlds. It wasn’t just love. A powerful world didn’t just host life—it nurtured it. As the world ascended, so too did its inhabitants.

Within the heart of Xaos Tower, Jormungandr, Ouroboros, Fafnir, and Overlord stood in silence, their Legendary bodies reacting to the golden mist now seeping into the structure. Even they—beings already tempered by war and hardened by divine battles—felt their bodies absorbing the enriched energy. Muscles relaxed. Bones strengthened. Minds sharpened.

But for them, it was only a gentle blessing.

For Vlad, the World King, it was so much more.

From every corner of the planet, hundreds of golden streams converged—thin, concentrated, and utterly pure. These rivers of Origin Power, drawn directly from the now-divine heart of Terra, flowed into his body, soul, and spirit.

His face was the very image of peace. A deep, resonant stillness filled him as the power washed over and through him. He didn’t just feel it—he became it.

The Origin Power reached into his very cells, refining them to a microscopic perfection. Each strand of DNA, once merely a vehicle for life, now pulsed with divine logic and energy. Muscles became denser, bones stronger yet lighter, nerves more responsive than lightning.

His spirit particles—those ephemeral fragments that defined his soul and consciousness—were tempered by the energy, hardened into crystalline clarity and laced with cosmic potential. Where once they drifted as mist, now they shone like polished gemstones.

Even his psychic energy was being compressed, tempered, and refined. The chaotic bursts became focused beams, his mental capacity expanding to accommodate more computation, more memory, and more instinct. His mind was no longer just intelligent; it was cosmically aware.

And through it all, his Depravita Star, the source of his cultivation and the heart of his Depravita Path of Power, absorbed the power with a hunger that mirrored the World Will itself. It spun faster, brighter, and deeper, pulling in the divine essence and using it not to increase level arbitrarily—but to actualize his existence.

Vlad had made a choice.

He did not simply want to grow stronger—he wanted to evolve. Not just as a warrior, but as a being. As a concept.

And as the golden streams of Origin Power continued to surge into his being, his transformation entered its final phase.

"RUMBLE!"

A new tremor echoed through the air, but this time, it didn’t come from the earth.

It came from Vlad.

From the deepest, most profound layers of his being, an explosive wave of energy surged outward. It expanded through every cell, every particle, every thread of his existence. The transformation was so intense that the very space around him distorted briefly, bending under the pressure of his awakened power.

Then, with a final pulse of stabilization, the surging force settled. Vlad’s body ceased trembling, and his eyes—previously unfocused from the overwhelming flow of Origin Power—snapped back into clarity. They were no longer just the eyes of a warrior; they were the eyes of a sovereign force, a being who had walked to the edge of ascension and returned stronger.

A wide, almost feral smile stretched across his face. He clenched his fists, feeling the perfect harmony in his being—the seamless movement of physical might, spiritual energy, and psychic force. It was as if every part of him now functioned at its absolute peak.

"Hahahaha!" Vlad burst into laughter, unable to contain the euphoria radiating from within. He could feel the improvement down to the subatomic level of his form. Without delay, he issued a mental command.

"A.I. Chip, scan me."

Immediately, the ever-reliable, metallic voice of the artificial intelligence echoed inside his mind:

[Beep! Scanning the Host....

Name: Vlad Xaos

Race: True Depravita

Class: Depravita / Demon Soul Hunter

...

Level (Energy): 21

Level (Body): 23

Level (Demon Soul Hunter): Legendary Realm

Lineage: Endless Horizon Monarch (Legendary Tier)

Life Level: Pseudo-Lord Tier

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Stats:

Strength: 1.2 -- 2.2

Agility: 0.7 -- 1.6

Vitality: 2.1 -- 3.1

Energy Pool (Depravita Aura): 0.5 -- 1.1

Soul Force: 1.2 -- 3.1

...

Seal of Sin: Skin of Wrath

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Demon Soul Ability: Asura Form

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Racial Skills:

Will of Wrath

Eyes of Wrath

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Bloodline Ability: Sphere of Spatial Domain

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Gift: Depravita Samsara Typhoon (↑)]

Vlad’s eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he studied the report. Though his base cultivation level hadn’t dramatically jumped, the increase in stats was staggering—his strength and agility had nearly doubled, while his soul force had nearly tripled. His very existence had been elevated, his foundation reinforced beyond recognition.

And that wasn’t all.

What truly caught his attention was the evolution of his Gift—Depravita Samsara Typhoon. Up until now, it had served only one purpose: helping him retrieve fragments of his past memories. Useful, but limited. Now, however, it had actualized. As Vlad reached inward and focused on its core, his breath caught in his throat.

The power sleeping inside the Gift now felt limitless—not just memory, but rebirth, reversal, and resonance. He could feel cycles overlapping inside him, timelines brushing against each other, as if he were becoming a nexus between past, present, and future. He hadn’t merely evolved; he had stepped into a new dimension of potential.

A deep, primal desire rose within him—to test it. To unleash it.

He turned toward Jormungandr with a smirk, as he needed the help of another True Depravita to unleash its power.

But before he could speak, a sudden shift in the air snapped his attention skyward. His expression hardened. His smile faded.

His gaze wasn’t directed at the clouds—but beyond them.

His eyes, now sharpened with divine clarity, pierced the very edge of the world.

Something... was coming.