I Refused To Be Reincarnated-Chapter 667: Breaking the Black Hole

Intrigued but frowning, Adam scanned his body thoroughly. His muscles, organs, bones, and veins were denser—better than before his breakthrough.

’Where does that feeling come from, then?’ His frown deepened. ’Could it be... my soul sea?’

He closed his eyes and dived in to get the answer.

He reopened them on the lush plain of swaying grass. As usual, the wind blew the rich scent of the nearby forest’s soil and trees, along with the sound of their rustling leaves. The same lake offered a bit of freshness while the far reaches of the field blazed an unnatural green where the demonic cleaver had settled.

Thinking about it, it was strangely silent. ’It’s for the best. I don’t want to hear this prick ever again.’

Finally, his sparkling eyes landed on the silver moon tree’s majestic branches. They had come a long way from their dried state and now extended everywhere. Soft silver leaves sprouted from them, but their edges drew his attention more—blooming burgeons! Perhaps he would finally taste its legendary fruits soon? Just thinking about it made him clench his fists.

Above it, the moon formed by the gem he had buried in its roots still provided a soft glow. But gazing at the sky revealed to him the first difference.

Seven new clusters of stars illuminated the patch of night sky. Connecting them mentally, he almost saw the deployed wings and wide open beak of the vermillion bird of the south.

’My cultivation impacts my soul sea?’ He tucked his fingers around his chin. Why did it, though? Rummaging through his memories, his eyes widened a second later. "My dantian! I remember now—it’s a world seed that flourishes with each of my breakthroughs!"

After ten years, he had forgotten about it. But now that he focused, he felt the humidity in the air and the grass caressing his feet. His perfect affinities had turned everything real! No, not everything was.

With quick steps, he measured where the soil became ethereal again—a square around twenty steps. ’Not bad. The space should scale exponentially with my cultivation.’ He tapped a finger on his cheek, then nodded. ’If it widens enough to house the blessed land, I’ll have somewhere to ’park’ or even settle it after I turn it into a flying bastion.’

He shook his head. ’My soul sea can become its own world, with a unique flora and fauna. Thinking about flora...’ A smirk split his face. ’So that’s why the cleaver shut its mouth.’

After moving before its fiery island, he snickered. "Hey, bastard. I remember something interesting from that contract you forced me to sign. Didn’t you mention growing demonic plants? Isn’t it amazing? You can finally pay rent now."

"Tsk. Damn you, lying monkey. If not for this contract..." The cleaver exhaled, its blade trembling. "You’re lucky I can’t torture you for a million years. No, it won’t even compensate for a tenth of Andras’ lost soul!"

"Cry me a river. I have no obligation to strengthen a parasite like you. Think about it." A cunning glint flashed in his eyes. "Perhaps I would have been more inclined to give you the soul had you not bothered me for eight years. You can’t blame me. You just paid for your childish behavior."

The cleaver trembled harder, and green flames erupted around its island. "You fool! There is a difference between momentary annoyance and the total erasure of the third treasure of the demon realm. What? Did you think it was the puppet?"

Its voice grew somber. "The superior demons’ soul fragments are. They’re unique, vestige of beings you can’t fathom. I could have enslaved it, offered you a staunch bodyguard of the ninth tier even if you stubbornly refused to let me absorb it. But no—you had to destroy it!"

Adam dusted his hands. "Good riddance. I don’t care about those beings or your feelings, and you? Offering me something for free? I definitely believe you. Now, help with demonic plants or shut up."

"I hope you’ll choke during your sleep, you bastard. And what do you want to grow on a small patch of land? I don’t want to see your ugly face. Get lost! I’ll build a demonic forest and garden once space allows it... stupid contract."

Adam flipped it a middle finger. ’I’ll melt you one day, blabbering piece of junk.’ Then, he closed his eyes and returned to his cultivation chamber.

Talking with the cleaver was just as infuriating as ever. Each word it spouted aimed to either manipulate or drive him mad. The fewer interactions they had, the better he felt—until he found a way to void his end of the contract and unbind it from his soul, that is. But first dinner with the girls, then cultivation.

Driven by his many goals and pushed by the looming war against the sects, he condensed star clusters one after another.

Just like with the vermillion bird, he condensed the azure dragon’s clusters, each piece refining his connection with the surrounding life force and improving his vitality.

It took him around four weeks of absorption and mind-numbing folding after they increased to almost three million per star—and it kept getting harder. He couldn’t complain, though. The bottlenecks dreaded by every cultivator didn’t hinder him.

At least not during the following year, during which the white tiger of the west and the black tortoise constellations blazed to life in his dantian. That was also when he faced his first major hurdle.

He broke his teeth on the black hole formation for much longer than he was comfortable admitting—a long year. Just imagining people stuck on the same level for five, ten, or even twenty sent an icy shudder down his spine. Surely, it wouldn’t happen to him, right?

He started by folding a giant star, then gave it a gravitational force far surpassing its mass. Assaulted by the pressure, it collapsed into a black hole as expected but was unstable. Unfazed by the failures, he made them bigger, reasoning that he had to find a suitable mass.

However, he watched in horror as the uncontrollable natural force almost swallowed his freshly formed tortoise. Veins throbbing on his forehead, he tore the black hole out of his dantian, weakening the surrounding space and... piercing it. ’Shit...’

Though worried at first, he rapidly recovered after noticing the needle-sized opening hadn’t wounded him. In fact, it felt like a tunnel to the other side of the torn black hole rather than to his body.

Delighted, he understood the missing step that had prevented him from succeeding. He had created an entry point but no exit! Learning from the mistake, he recreated one right above the hole.

Sweat trickled down his face, and his fingers dug into his knees. ’I will break through this time!’ Focusing more than when he crafted his chronoscar, he formed the black hole. Breathe ragged, he observed it devour the surrounding qi. He bit his lip. Another failure?

No! The qi began to swirl around it! A second later, he leapt to his feet, his fists raised in triumph as thick accretion disks formed. "YES!"

He could feel the insane energy generated by the friction and his qi quality leap through the roof. Truly deserving of the Abyssal Qi Sublimation name.

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