Heavenly Harem Sect

I never expected to encounter another cultivator like Stelia.

A cultivator who had been reincarnated from the Immortal Realm.

It was a rare intriguing development that piqued my interest.

What truly surprised me, though, was Zena\'s immediate loyalty towards me.

Her sudden commitment was unexpected, but it brought me great delight.

With Zena having willingly accepted the role of my disciple, it was time to reward her for her decision.

I confidently declared, "You won\'t ever regret this choice," and noticed the questioning look in her eyes, which I found rather adorable.

Without any delay, I snapped my fingers, channeling the powers from the cards to her, bestowing upon her newfound abilities.

As soon as the powers were transferred to her, Zena\'s body emitted a potent aura.

Her questioning look was cut short as her consciousness suddenly transported to an unfamiliar dimension.

In this mysterious space, Zena found herself under the watchful gaze of an Entity.

Its eyes were colossal, resembling the size of hundreds of galaxies, and despite her past as an immortal, she had never felt as insignificant as she did in that moment.

"What is this...?"

Her consciousness trembled in the presence of the Entity, and the aura it exuded was unlike anything she had ever encountered.

It surpassed even the ancient beings of the Immortal Realm she had crossed paths with.

The aura emanating from the Entity seemed to be on an entirely different scale, perhaps thousands, millions, or even trillions of times more potent than any power she had ever encountered.

Zena was now confronted with a force of unimaginable magnitude.

Despite the overwhelming aura she sensed from the Entity, it was only like a gentle breeze to Zena.

She couldn\'t help but question, "Who...are...you?" while the immense power surrounded her.

Despite the power\'s magnitude, Zena sensed no malevolence.

It felt strangely familiar yet foreign, like a part of her she had yet to uncover.

It was as if the Entity was reaching out to her, and her query was soon answered.

\'The Physique... of... Astral Eye?\'

The flood of information overwhelmed her, and she finally grasped the true identity of the Entity.

But as she absorbed this knowledge, she became even more stunned and speechless, realizing the incredible power she had assimilated.

Before she could delve deeper into her newfound insights, she found herself in yet another realm.

This time, it seemed as if she had entered an unknown domain of spirits, filled with mysteries waiting to be discovered.

"This... is the Spirit Realm! But it\'s far more potent than the one I\'m familiar with! Could it be on a higher plane altogether?"

Zena was utterly shocked, struggling to find words to convey her disbelief.

While she had ventured into the Spirit Realm before, the aura of this realm surpassed anything she had experienced.

The enormity of it all left her astonished and questioning.

"How can this be?"

She wondered about the kind of supreme master, which is me of course, who could orchestrate such an encounter.

From the enlightenment she had experienced earlier, Zena realized that the master she had chosen to serve—me, in this case—could no longer be defined as an Immortal.

Instead, I was seemed more akin to a god that she has now feel indebted and loyal towards to.

Suddenly, within the Spirit Realm she had entered, hundreds of spirits emanating unfathomable auras materialized before her, leaving Zena in a state of profound shock.

She was becoming more curious about the mysteries of this spirit realm.

"These! Each of these spirits could effortlessly obliterate thousands of Immortal Realms, and there are hundreds of them!"

Zena exclaimed in awe as she watched the spirits continue to manifest.

Initially, there had been just a hundred, but their numbers grew exponentially, eventually reaching millions, if not billions.

This revelation left Zena with a stark realization, these spirits existed on a plane far superior to the Immortal Realm.

If she had a physical form at this moment, she would have trembled, cold sweat trickling down her face.

Suddenly, the realm itself cracked, and an even more formidable spirit emerged before the countless others.

The multitude of spirits bowed in reverence, as if acknowledging their supreme master.

A new level of awe and wonder filled the already mystifying Spirit Realm.

Zena found herself overwhelmed by the presence of the Spirit, which was trillions of times more potent than all the billions of spirits combined.

It felt like the meaning of cultivation, which she had thought she understood, now felt elusive.

Her previous life in the Immortal Realm seemed like a mere mockery in comparison to the vast power of these spirits.

She felt minuscule, her position lower than that of an ant before them.

But just as she was sinking into depression over this revelation, a voice resonated in her mind, revealing the name of the Spirit.

\'Spiritual Root of Lightbringer.\'

In an instant, a flood of information about this Spirit\'s name, existence, and abilities filled her mind.

Simultaneously, all the spirits, including the Lightbringer, began merging with her.

They formed a formation, and Zena immediately felt a strong suction force at play.

The mysteries of this new realm were unfolding at a rapid pace.

It was as if there were a black hole within her soul, it began absorbing all the of spirits knowledge and power without causing her any pain or damage.

To her surprise, instead of destruction, it resulted in enhancement.

Zena felt herself evolving and growing immeasurably stronger.

Describing this newfound strength as merely "stronger" would be an understatement.

Her power had reached such heights that she could easily obliterate thousands of Immortal Realms with ease.

With the enlightenment process complete, Zena underwent a profound transformation.

She now comprehended the depth of the power she had received and understood its origin, which was none other than me.

Her loyalty towards me surged tremendously as a result of this extraordinary experience.

The journey was far from over as Zena found herself teleported into an unknown realm.

This time, she was met by an entity that bore an identical appearance and size to her, but with one striking difference.

The entity was draped in the fabric of the universe itself.

It was as if she had encountered the very embodiment of the cosmos, using her own likeness as its visage.

The entity\'s form was adorned with galaxies and stars.

And Zena could sense that it wielded power equivalent to that of the Spirit to which the billions of spirits had bowed.

Gone were the days of surprise, for Zena had come to understand that I, her master, was a being beyond her comprehension.

She no longer questioned the strangeness of her experiences as she boldly inquired,

"Who are you...?"

In response, the entity representing the universe drew closer to her.

Eventually, it touched her forehead, and Zena was enlightened once again as a deluge of information streamed into her consciousness.

"The Bloodline... of Origin."

Zena was utterly astounded by the information she had received.

It was a bloodline she had never even heard of, yet she couldn\'t help but feel her heart race with both excitement and trepidation at the immense power it held.

Following that revelation, she acquired mastery and knowledge of the Cultivation Manual and Technique.

Eventually, as her consciousness returned to her body, she opened her eyes and gazed Her every cell tingled with an incomprehensible, godly power.

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Her appearance had transformed as well, most notably her hair, which was now at me.

There was only one word that escaped her lips, but it carried a depth of emotion that words alone couldn\'t capture.

"Master..."

Though a single word, it conveyed a profound blend of gratitude, admiration, and an indescribable sense of worship.

Zena\'s excitement was palpable, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Her mind raced with countless thoughts, but her emotions had already surpassed the limits of mere words.

"Master..."

Once again, she called out to me, her voice filled with reverence and gratitude.

I watched her silently, fully aware of the profound impact this moment held for her.

Tears welled up in her eyes, tracing a path down her cheeks.

The sensation was overwhelming, an intoxicating elation that left her feeling light-headed and giddy.

Standing there, Zena seemed to radiate an otherworldly glow, her body pulsating with an almost ethereal strength.

Her every cell tingled with an incomprehensible, godly power.

Her appearance had transformed as well, most notably her hair, which was now adorned with the very essence of the universe itself.

It shimmered with the light of distant stars and the beauty of countless galaxies, a proor to the awe-inspiring power she now possessed.

"How do you feel?"

I asked with warmth in my eyes, concerned about her well-being.

Zena, overwhelmed by her experiences, couldn\'t find the words to respond.

Her emotions were caught in her throat, rendering her momentarily speechless.

Her body weakened, and I quickly caught her, supporting her weight.

She clung to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, as tears flowed freely.

In that vulnerable moment, she poured out her heart, sharing her story and venting her anger and frustration.

I listened attentively, providing her with the comfort and solace she needed during this emotional release.