The Saiyan In The Cultivation World.

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"Let's see... if I could birth a soul and spirit into my attacks, what would that mean?" I mused aloud, stepping out of the Dragon Tomb. My mind raced with possibilities, imagining the act of throwing a single punch forward and watching as a massive dragon, imbued with a soul and mind of its own, flew forth.

Could I, in theory, recreate Merlin's ability from Seven Deadly Sins—Infinity?

In the anime, Merlin's Infinity allowed her spells to persist forever. A simple fire spell would burn eternally, an ice spell would create ice that would never melt, and the effects of her magic would last indefinitely, all without the need for additional energy. Beyond that, Infinity enhanced her spells, pushing their power far beyond normal limits.

But I didn't need all of that. What I had in mind was simpler yet potentially just as profound: giving my attacks life.

What would it mean for my strikes if they had souls, minds, and wills of their own? I didn't fully know, but the possibilities excited me. Perhaps I wouldn't need to split my focus to guide my attacks, as they would become autonomous. Or maybe the sheer power of my blows would elevate to something beyond anything I'd ever imagined.

"Oh?" I muttered, raising an eyebrow as my senses picked up on a full-scale war between the dragons and the human race. Without hesitation, I shot forward, closing the distance in an instant. The battlefield fell silent as both sides turned to look at me, their conflict momentarily forgotten.

The silence didn't last long, though. The dragons' eyes burned with rage as they noticed the figure I was carrying—none other than their prince, dangling limply by his damaged tail.

"You overgrown lizards aren't here for me... right?" I asked with a grin, letting the tension hang in the air. The humans stared at me in awe, while the dragons seemed moments away from exploding with fury.

Suddenly, a massive dark red dragon descended from the sky with a roar, its colossal form radiating murderous intent as it barreled toward me.

"And stop," I said half bored.

In an instant, time itself obeyed. The battlefield became eerily still as the mighty dragon froze midair, its gaping maw and burning eyes frozen in place. The humans, the dragons, the very world, it all came to a halt, suspended in an unnatural quiet. 

"What level of space-time manipulation is this?" murmured those in the Spirit Ascension realm as they struggled to move even slightly within my frozen domain. My power over space and time was simply too overwhelming for them to resist.

"Okay, since you dared to attack me, it's clear your dragon race got my warning and spat on it," I said coldly, my gaze sweeping over the frozen battlefield. "Lan Mei, get my carriage ready. I want to head to the Dragon Empire. They'll be treated like the beasts they are, there's no need to waste words on these lizards. Although... I can't wait to try dragon meat."

My mouth watered slightly at the thought. 'I've never eaten a dragon before,' I thought. 'It's not like I could've summoned Shenron from Dragon Ball and eaten him, right? Right?' I paused, shaking the thought away. 'Okay, that's definitely just my Saiyan bloodline talking.'

"Young Master, don't go overboard," Lan Mei said lightly, appearing beside me as if she had been there the whole time. The fact that time was frozen didn't seem to affect her in the slightest—not that it surprised me. She was beyond such limitations.

"Oh?" I said, raising an eyebrow, curious about what Lan Mei was implying.

"The father of all dragons is an ally of your mother. In other words, these dragons are your juniors," Lan Mei said calmly, her words sending shockwaves through the dragons who heard her. Their expressions turned to disbelief, but I clicked my tongue in irritation.

What Lan Mei said was simple: the Ancestor of All Dragons in the Pangu world had ties to my mother. He might not take kindly to me turning his descendants into farm animals. I didn't fear him, of course, but I was running a business empire—I had to consider profits and the bigger picture.

"Fine," I said with a sigh, waving a dismissive hand. "I won't slaughter them all. I'll just break the higher-ups and destroy any hope of them resisting my will." My eyes locked onto the Dragon Emperor, his imposing form trembling under the weight of my presence.

"Now... feel pain. Accept pain. And know pain," I said coldly.

The Dragon Emperor's eyes went lifeless as he was trapped in a powerful illusion of my making. His once-mighty presence crumbled, replaced by utter helplessness. I, of course, didn't forget about the other dragon ancestors.

***

After the whole mind-breaking ordeal with the dragons, Lianchen found himself seated with representatives from the Radiant Sun and the Heaven Splitting Sect. Despite being rivals, the two most powerful human factions had come together to face the Dragon Empire. Their assistance hadn't been necessary—Lianchen's empire already had puppets capable of defeating the dragons on their own—but he wasn't so rude as to dismiss their efforts outright.

As a result, these two human superpowers began to lend their support to Eternal Blossom Enterprises. Lianchen quickly learned that the Radiant Sun had been covertly hindering humanity's progress toward the Spirit Ascension realm. This was a deliberate strategy to prevent anyone from attempting to cut the sky, a feat that could expose their small world to the dangers of the larger universe. They believed this world wasn't ready for such risks.

The Heaven Splitting Sect, however, held the opposite philosophy. They actively encouraged cutting the sky, viewing the Radiant Sun's tactics as detrimental to the world's growth. In their eyes, this small world was a cage—a cage that was becoming increasingly difficult to escape as it slowly matured. Cutting the sky wouldn't just benefit the individuals who achieved it; it would also bring resources, knowledge, and opportunities from the outside, potentially accelerating the development of the entire world.

Lianchen, of course, didn't care about their ideological differences. To him, their resources and influence were far more important. His goal was to expand Eternal Blossom Enterprises to cover every human empire, ensuring his organization's dominance across the world.

This ambition required significant effort on his part. Lianchen began focusing on improving his puppets. While his current puppets could autonomously produce more versions of themselves if necessary, he felt they lacked something vital—life.

To address this, Lianchen turned his attention to the puppet that used to be with Chu Feng. His objective was to study and refine its design, incorporating the ability of his puppets to develop souls and spirits of their own. Why? Because he found his creations lifeless, and he believed this advancement could bring a spark of vitality to their work. For Lianchen, even machines deserved to reflect the perfection he constantly sought.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Yan asked, curiosity evident in his voice as he noticed Lianchen leafing through a stack of papers instead of working on his usual research.

"The Radiant Sun and the Heaven Splitting Sect handed me a list of locations in this small world that might have some connection to outer space," Lianchen replied lazily, flipping a page without much interest.

"It's not perfect," Lianchen continued with a shrug. "They missed the location where you died in your past life before reincarnating. But..." He paused, pulling out a detailed map of the continent and marking two locations. "...I did highlight a couple of places my instincts are telling me might be worth looking into."

"The first one: Hell's Breath," he said, tapping the map. "It used to be an empire, but out of nowhere, the entire population came down with a deadly illness that killed everyone. The Radiant Sun moved quickly to cage the area, quarantining anyone with the illness to prevent it from spreading. They couldn't find a cure, not even their Spirit Ascension realm experts. One of them even died trying to investigate. it was like the fact he was a Spirit Ascension realm expert didn't matter, he died at the same rate everyone else died. 1 month."

Fang Yan's face paled, the description of such an inexplicable illness sending a shiver down his spine. How could something like that exist in this small world?

"The second place," Lianchen continued, pointing at another spot, "is the Hand Holding Up the Heavens. It's exactly what it sounds like—a massive hand-like structure emerging from the ground. The land around it is completely indestructible, no matter what kind of power is used against it. The Radiant Sun marked it as a forbidden zone after the hand twitched and killed a Spirit Ascension realm cultivator instantly."

Fang Yan instinctively took a step back, his unease growing. Even in his past life, he hadn't possessed the strength to kill a Spirit Ascension realm cultivator with a mere twitch of his finger.

"We'll leave tomorrow. I want to see Hell's Breath first since almost everyone there should have died by now," Lianchen said, his tone light, as if discussing a casual outing. "I want to look into the illness. Maybe I could create something similar—an illness that mimics the pain my cultivation brings."

Fang Yan's face paled at the suggestion, but Lianchen ignored him entirely. Lan Mei, standing nearby, sighed heavily.

"Young Master, you can't just go around making all your enemies feel that kind of pain," she said, her voice carrying a touch of exasperation.

Lianchen turned to her with an almost lazy shrug. "I can, and I will," he replied smoothly. "If people know I'm capable of inflicting a slow and agonizing death, they'll think twice about crossing me."

"Like how the dragon race did?" Lan Mei asked, her tone pointed. Her words landed like a slap, causing Lianchen to pause mid-thought.

She was right, and the realization was bitter. No matter how much pain or humiliation he had inflicted on others, it hadn't stopped dragons from going against him. They still dared to defy him, to challenge his authority. His methods weren't working.

Lianchen's brow furrowed, his mind racing. He hated to admit it, but it was clear: he hadn't gone far enough.

"I see your point," he murmured thoughtfully, his voice quieter now but laced with a simmering determination. His gaze sharpened as he came to a decision. Violence and torture did solve everything. If they didn't, it only meant he hadn't used enough of either. The problem wasn't his approach, it was his restraint.