Reborn as a Demonic Tree-Novel

Ashlock now understood why cultivators were so eager to go supernova upon dying. Or at least it made perfect sense for a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like Grand Elder Lunarshade.

[+3143 SC]

Despite the juicy notification confirming that he had devoured the Lunarshade Grand Elder's corpse in its entirety before he could go supernova and destroy everything. Ashlock found himself staring down at the Lunarshade Grand Elder who was standing over where his corpse had been, and only tattered bits of blood-stained white robe remained.

His body was ethereal, made entirely out of flickering moonlight, so faint that it looked like a sudden gust of wind would snuff it out. His appearance—a towering, fat, bald man with empty eyes—made it all the more creepy.

"So this is what an infant soul looks like, I can feel the strength of a Nascent Soul coming from it, but it's so weak that it's barely holding itself together." Ashlock mused as the ghostly man wordlessly floated over to Albis Lunarshade's corpse. "Trying to take over your own son's corpse? I'd expect nothing less from you..."

Ashlock used telekinesis and floated Albis's corpse away. The Lunarshade Grand Elder's fading infant soul desperately went toward it like a cat chasing a laser pointer on a wall.

"No wonder Nascent Soul cultivators can usually live forever. If I hadn't used {Dimensional Overlap} to reduce his infant soul that he was using as spiritual armor to such a pathetic state, I would be facing another Nascent Soul cultivator right now. And that's on top ofbeing lucky that I can devour his body before going supernova."

Honestly, if not for his vast array of system abilities that let him do many impossible things, thinking he could defeat the Lunarshade Grand Elder would have been nothing but hubris.

"If not for Larry and his divine upgrade to beca herald of ash and ruler of decay, the Grand Elder would have never had a reason to use his infant soul as amour in the first place. Even void attacks struggled to penetrate his defenses."

"Sorry, I got lost in thought," Ashlock chuckled as he directed roots to surge up and devour the infant soul.

[+489 SC]

"Almost five hundred credits for a ghost, not bad." Ashlock brought up his system and checked on his progress in forming his Inner World and reaching the Nascent Soul Realm.

[Requirements to turn Chaos Nebula into an Inner World:

7143 / 10000 Sacrificial Credits

0 / 1 Absorbed Fire Star Cores

0 / 1 Absorbed Water Star Cores

0 / 1 Absorbed Earth Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Wind Star Cores

0 / 1 Absorbed Metal Star Cores]

Ashlock had never seen so many credits. He had to admit there was a faint yearning to say fuck it and sign in for an insane draw, but he knew anything he could get from his system was unlikely to be as valuable as reaching Nascent Soul Realm.

Cultivation level aside, the system rewards were nothing to scoff at.

[Rewards upon formation of the Inner World:

You will ascend to the Nascent Soul Realm.

The System will be upgraded with new features.

{Transpiration of Heaven and Chaos [B]} will be upgraded.

Your attacks will carry the weight of your Inner World behind them, and your rate of cultivation will increase the more you develop your Inner World]

Ashlock was unsure how the system would upgrade. Still, his cultivation technique upgrading was easy enough to understand, as was the other reward. In the fight against the Grand Elder, he had already gotten a hint at what attacks carrying the weight of his inner world entailed with the wind Qi boosting the effectiveness of his {Abyssal Whispers} skill.

"That just leavessorting through these corpses and deciding what to do with them," Ashlock gazed over the mountain peak with his Demonic Eye. For sreason, seeing the piles of corpses under the moonlight really set in his victory in this war. He had won despite the odds.

But there had been losses on his side, which was evident in the overall mood on the mountain peak. No cheers or celebrations were occurring. Rather, everyone seemed exhausted as they sat in groups, leaning against his offspring surrounding the peak and having Sol tend to their wounds with whisps of healing light.

The Redclaws looked terrible, especially Amber, who hugged her knees and rocked back and forth. The Star Core prodigy of the Redclaw family was reduced to a terrified mess by the horrors of war. The scent of death on the peak likely wasn't helping either, as her eyes were screwed shut, and sweat glistened on her forehead in the moonlight.

Elder Margret, who didn't look much better, tried to offer the young woman consoling words, but her voice shook too much for them to sound as reassuring as Ashlock assumed they were in her head.

Magnus Redclaw and Elder Mo sat together in silence on opposite sides of one of Ashlock's fire affinity offspring—their clothes were shredded in places, and the grim air of seasoned war veterans matched their serious expressions as they looked to the stars for comfort.

As none of them had been seriously injured, Ashlock sent the cultivators of Nightshade City back to the Duskwalker residence alongside all the mortal maids he had kidnapped from the Lunarshade residence before slaughtering all the cultivators there. He would let Evelyn decide what to do with them as he was sure a lot of the maids likely despised working for the Lunarshades, so killing them would have been too cruel of a fate.

"Yeah... we won," Ashlock replied, unsure of what else to say. With the battle over and the cold night breeze rustling his leaves, the desire to sleep and face this all tomorrow was hard to resist.

"I know! I'm not even sleepy." Ashlock replied, ignoring the effortless brutality Stella had just committed.

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Ashlock looked to the floor with his Demonic Eye in shame. Kaida was his ultimate trump card, and he didn't want to force his summon to expend all of his Qi in a single attack to help them win. It would take months for Kaida to regrow and inscribe his ink scales, and he doubted the Lindwyrm would be very eager to create heavenly contracts in the meantime.

"The Grand Elder destroyed Khaos and Zeus, but the Voidmind and Skyrend families are at war on our doorstep, so I can easily replace them. Sdeal with the Lunarshade Ents that I raised, which were also wiped out." Ashlock said as his gaze drifted to a large mountain of wood of various colors ranging from red to black on the side of the mountain, "Geb lost his head, and Titus lost his arms, but I should be able to repair them with time. That just leaves..."

Stella followed his gaze, and her eyes widened. She teleported over to Douglas, who had dug a large hole in the stone and tried re-planting the splinters of Willow. Stella collapsed to her knees and placed an ear against Willow's bark as if listening for a heartbeat.

Despite the immense damage, Willow was still alive. It would take more than being split in half to kill a tree, and Ashlock had sacrificed his soul shard, which had resided in Willow, to take the brunt of the damage to try and keep him alive.

A potentially shortsighted move as the Bastion was utterly destroyed as the Bastion Core had crumbled to dust under the Lunarshade Grand Elder's foot, and soul damage was not something to take lightly. Still, so long as he slept under the nine moons, he would slowly regain what he lost, and he felt that it was a worthwhile sacrifice to keep one of his favorite trees around.

Yes, he played favorites with his children. Doesn't every parent?

"Yes, please do. I can't turn Willow back into a Bastion until he fully recovers." Ashlock had tried targeting Willow with his {Skyborne Bastion} skill, but it didn't recognize him as a qualified target in his current state. He should heal with nutrients and water over time, but there wasn't much else Ashlock could do for the tree besides supply Qi.

Stella stood up and put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the piles of corpses littering the mountain peak. Her usually bright blonde hair had taken on a darker shade as it was mixed with dirt, blood, and sweat. Her casual white clothes she liked to wear had suffered a similar fate, with them barely working to maintain her dignity, much like the others who had returned from the battle.

Everyone needed a night's rest and a chance to freshen up.

"Stella, tell everyone to go and rest. I can deal with things here."

"Erm..."

To be fair, the man had been about to go supernova and kill them all, so a shiny ring on his finger hadn't been his top priority.

"Okay, fine. But I want a portion of the loot to go to the Duskwalker, Frostveil, Mystshroud, and Blightbane families, as they contributed greatly to the battle. Especially Elysia and the Blightbane Grand Elder. The Redclaws should also naturally get a share."

Mudcloaks began to pour out of the Citadel beside them, wielding daggers and cheering.

Ashlock did a double take at the one doing an evil laugh and saw a Mudcloak falling on his back after trying to wear one of the jade masks.

There was something deeply disturbing about a wave of knife-wielding midgets passing over the mountain and stripping the corpses of dozens of cultivators that had likely been prodigies or Elders of their various families to nothing but their birthday suits. It somehow felt even more disrespectful than killing them, and he was worried sof the corpses would reanimate merely out of terrible shame.

It didn't help that he had to shift through the piles with telekinesis and look deeply with his Demonic Eye at each corpse to find the ones with Star Cores he needed for his Inner World.

"Nope, nope, still nope—" Ashlock chucked the unneeded corpses into a 'soon to be devoured for credits' pile, most of which were bounty hunters. "—Ah! Here we go." Floating in the air like a rag doll was a silver-haired man.

[Absorb Metal Star Core for Inner World? If so, you will gain no Sacrificial Credits]

"Yes. I should devour him before Ryker or Sebastian notice," Ashlock thought as vines erupted from the ground and cocooned the corpse. He hadn't seen another corpse with a metal core in the piles and wasn't sure if the strength of the chosen core would affect the strength of his Inner World, so he just went for it.

"I should have everything under control up here."

Meanwhile, Ashlock saw Douglas lead Elaine away from the terrible sight of the Mudcloaks looting the corpses. They held hands as they wandered down the mountain path off toward the illusion grove. Both were grinning and chatting about something under the moonlight.

"Magnus, you can take your family and return htoo," Ashlock told the remaining cultivators.

"All the more reason to ascend to Nascent Soul Realm as soon as possible. The quiet days of remaining low-key are long over." Ashlock sighed as he watched the streaks of crimson soar through the sky toward White Stone Peak.

He was now all alone with a thousand Mudcloaks and piles of naked corpses.

"My life is really weird, isn't it?" Ashlock mused as he shifted through the corpses and found the others he needed while trying to avoid accidentally picking up a Mudcloak. Accepting the system prompts, he devoured them all and retreated into his soul to see how they affected his Chaos Nebula.

Metal Qi flowed down his roots and condensed into shards before joining the roaring ball of wind Qi that floated within his soul. Then cthe fire, water, and earth Qi, which had been easy enough to gather as there were quite a few cultivators from the bounty hunters of each type. So that nothing went wrong, he picked out the ones with the strongest cultivation just in case the quality of the Qi mattered.

The swirling ball of wind and metal shards glowed red hot as the fire Qi was added, and then steam began to rise as the water flowed in. Finally, large slabs of rock that looked like continents drifted on the surface, kept in place by the steam and moved around by the wind.

"Wow..." Ashlock could feel the power emanating from this creation in his soul. It wasn't quite coherent like a world was and undoubtedly still deserved the n'Chaos Nebula,' but he could see the shadows of how his Inner World would look once formed.

"Now I just need to gather the Sacrificial Credits necessary to complete the system's requirements." Ashlock returned to the mountain peak and spent the rest of the night indulging in a historical feast as he devoured many corpses. Only as the sun crested the horizon a while later did he get the notification he had been waiting for.

[Requirements to turn Chaos Nebula into an Inner World have been met!]

[10187 / 10000 Sacrificial Credits

1 / 1 Absorbed Fire Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Water Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Earth Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Wind Star Cores

1 / 1 Absorbed Metal Star Cores]

[Do you wish to form your Inner World and begin the ascension process to Nascent Soul Realm?]