novelraw Chapter 1109: Forging miracles
Chapter 1109: Forging miracles
"RUMBLE!!!"
Without any warning, a violent tremor spread across the layers of the Abyss.
The vast fiendish realms shook continuously as one of their layers began to collapse, tearing itself apart after failing to withstand the catastrophic power unleashed during a Paragon-tier battle. Mountains split, skies fractured, and the laws that sustained that realm unraveled like threads pulled too tight.
Vlad could not help but reveal a complicated expression.
A few years ago, news that a layer of the Abyss had been destroyed would have filled him with nothing but excitement and anticipation. The fall of an enemy realm would have meant opportunity, chaos, and growth.
But things were different now.
The Abyss was no longer just a battlefield.
It was becoming his stronghold.
Losing a piece of it was far from ideal.
After a few seconds, however, the True Depravita of Wrath simply shrugged.
"There are still six hundred and sixty-five layers left to conquer," he muttered calmly. "Besides, its destruction will help the trio glimpse the principles of creation and collapse. It may bring them closer to breaking through into the Paragon Realm."
With that thought settled, Vlad continued moving through the layers.
Before long, he arrived at the Sixty-Sixth Layer—the strongest among the first hundred, and the one the Six Sun Alliance had fortified heavily. Massive defensive formations, energy barriers, and structured strongholds had turned the layer into a central waypoint for their conquest.
A wide smile appeared on Vlad’s face as he observed the activity below.
Thousands of Legends moved throughout the fortified cities and encampments. Each one radiated powerful soul fluctuations. Their auras were growing stronger by the moment, nourished by the Demon Souls embedded within their hearts.
The army was evolving at an astonishing pace.
Yet Vlad did not linger.
He moved directly toward the central fortress, a massive structure where only the Sovereigns were permitted to enter.
The moment he stepped inside and the gates sealed behind him, his body swayed.
He nearly collapsed.
Utter, absolute exhaustion spread across his face—the kind of weakness he would never allow his warriors to see.
To the Legends, he and the White Death were living embodiments of power. In their minds, the two were invincible beings, divine figures capable of crushing any obstacle. That image gave the army the courage and madness required to march into the Abyss itself.
He could never allow that image to crack.
The next second, the eyes on his forehead trembled.
Several figures separated from him and fell across the hall.
The True Depravitas.
Each one looked pale and drained, their auras unstable. The damage Vlad had suffered during the battle had been shared with them through their fused souls—a clear testament to how brutal and dangerous the fight against Demogorgon and Abaddon had been.
Without delay, Vlad extended his will.
The Origin Power of the layer gathered toward the hall, concentrating into a dense restorative field. Under that energy, the True Depravitas began to recover slowly.
Hours passed.
Only after a long period of rest did Vlad finally relax.
A solemn expression appeared on his face as he looked toward the others. One by one, the True Depravitas nodded silently. No words were needed.
After the battle against the Dream of Madness, the confrontation with Demogorgon and Abaddon had been the closest Vlad had come to death.
If not for the deception created by the White Death’s aura—and the unexpected power of the Celestial Eyes—he might not have survived.
His gaze hardened.
"A.I. Chip, scan me."
[Scan Completed
Name: Vlad Xaos
Race: True Depravita
Class: True Singularity Depravita / Demon Soul Master (Peak Lord Tier)
Level: 42 (Lord)
Life Level: Paragon
Lineage: Celestial Devil (Peak Lord Tier)
...
Stats:
Strength: 1.9 → 4.9
Agility: 0.8 → 3.0
Vitality: 2.1 → 5.2
Energy Pool (Depravita Aura): 1.3 → 4.7
Soul Force: 1.9 → 6.9
...
Seal of Sin: Embodiment of Wrath
Racial Skills:
Wrathful Purpose
Portal of Wrath
...
Gifts:
Depravita Samsara Typhoon
Quantum Expanse]
The last time Vlad had performed a full scan of himself was after the genocide of the Vorometallicae race.
Only a few years had passed since then, yet he had risen four levels.
It was an extraordinary achievement. Many Lords required centuries to advance even a single level. But Vlad’s unique bloodline, the souls he had absorbed, and the endless cycle of life-and-death battles had pushed his growth forward at a terrifying pace.
Still, even his rapid evolution had limits.
He was approaching them.
Of course, his power would continue to rise. Nothing was truly blocking his path toward the Paragon rank.
But the journey ahead would be slow.
And difficult.
Vlad’s eyes sharpened.
He did not have time for the slow path.
It was not only the pressure of needing greater power to survive a future clash with the Master. His instincts were also warning him.
Danger was coming.
And it was approaching quickly.
He turned toward Overlord.
The True Depravita of Pride met his gaze and gave a slow nod.
"I feel it as well," Overlord said quietly. "Something—or someone—is coming for us. If I had to guess, the Alien Powers are making their move."
Solemn expressions appeared across the faces of the True Depravitas.
The Master and the other Alien Lords might be trapped within the Ring of Valhalla, restrained by their caution toward the will of the universe. But their lesser agents could still move freely through the cosmos.
"It was expected," Vlad said with a sigh. "We killed the Dream of Madness. They were never going to let that pass."
The pressure felt like a mountain settling onto his shoulders.
But then his eyes suddenly sharpened.
He turned toward Jormungandr.
"It’s time."
The small yellow cat’s expression became serious as he nodded.
There had been a reason they took the risk of devouring part of Abaddon’s bloodline during the battle instead of aiming at the total destruction of the Demon Paragon’s heart.
The reason they had risked their lives to seize a fragment of the Demon Paragon’s bloodline was also the answer to their looming crisis.
The Unification Project.
Their goal was simple in theory, yet monstrous in execution: to fuse the bloodline of Hell, Abyss, and Heaven and give birth to a force greater than the mere sum of its parts.
Jormungandr had devoted every spare second to this undertaking. He had pushed his mind and alchemical mastery to their absolute limits, refining calculations, testing theoretical combinations, and simulating countless failures in preparation for this moment.
Now, it was time to put that knowledge to the test.
"I will begin with several Lord-tier bloodlines," the small yellow cat said, his tone serious and steady. "Once I am ready, I will inform you. In the meantime, you should prepare yourself."
With that, Jormungandr departed, his eyes filled with determination. He was about to attempt something that bordered on madness—an act that could either forge a miracle or unleash catastrophe.
Vlad inhaled slowly and adopted a solemn expression.
With a wave of his hand, streams of pure, powerful blood manifested above his palm. Each strand shimmered with oppressive gravity and destructive might.
This was the blood he had carved directly from Baal’s heart—the Devil Paragon who had mastered gravity itself.
It was nowhere near enough to recreate Baal’s full bloodline.
But it might be enough.
Enough to push Vlad’s own Celestial Devil bloodline to the next level.
The True Depravita of Wrath had already integrated the Celestial Devil bloodline deeply into his combat foundation. Its abilities and enhancements had become a core component of his fighting style and overall power structure.
He was not willing to discard it for something entirely new.
Instead of replacing it with a stronger lineage, he intended to evolve it.
By drawing upon Origin Power from both Hell and the Abyss, Vlad had already pushed the Celestial Devil bloodline to the absolute peak of the Lord tier. However, that was the natural limit of what Origin Power alone could achieve.
If he wanted to transcend that boundary—if he wanted the bloodline to step into the Paragon Realm—he would need something more.
He would need the essence of a Paragon.
"Hopefully, this is enough," Vlad murmured.
His eyes glowed with focus and determination as he gathered the streams of Baal’s blood and turned toward his isolated cultivation chamber.
Elsewhere within the stronghold, another plan was already in motion.
"You two will work with me," Overlord’s voice echoed calmly as he addressed Ouroboros and Fafnir.
"We are going to focus on a different path."
Though the True Depravita of Pride did not provide further details, neither of them questioned him. They trusted in his judgment and in the vision he carried.
Both nodded with unwavering resolve.
For the first time since their arrival in the Abyss, the True Depravitas were dividing their efforts completely. Each would pursue a separate path toward power—each striving to create a miracle in their own way.
Time was short.
The Alien Powers were moving.
And if the coming storm was as dangerous as their instincts warned, then ordinary growth would not be enough.
They would need to surpass limits.
They would need to redefine them.