Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

Once the Soul Barrier shattered, the metal-like tendrils seemed to wither, rapidly shrinking and falling off.

One meter... ten meters... a hundred meters... a thousand meters!

The Soul Power Beam surged forward relentlessly, breaking through as if it were unstoppable, continuously pushing outward with immense force.

At this point, it seemed like the prison finally realized what was happening. The surrounding dark tendrils began rapidly gathering toward the direction of the beam, attempting to intercept it.

At the same time, countless tendrils extended outward, trying to sever the Soul Power Beam.

However, with the combined power of 3,000 points of soul power and 60 points of advanced soul power, these tendrils barely managed to get close before they quickly melted away, completely ineffective!

This was the raw, unrelenting power of the soul plane—without an equivalent level of soul defense, there was nothing these tendrils could do but disintegrate under the assault.

"Is it really... this strong?"

Sterl stared at the scene in disbelief. Since obtaining the Soul Devourer Sphere, he had never used this ability. He had never imagined that the power of the soul shock would be so overwhelmingly immense!

It made sense, though. While 3,000 points of regular soul power might not be much, the 60 points of advanced soul power were equivalent to the combined soul essence of six gods—roughly one-tenth of the power he had when he first broke his limits.

Moreover, advanced soul power was refined and extracted from divine souls, meaning it was of an extraordinarily high level. Without that level of power, something like Soul Prison's Eerie Eyes could never exist.

However, this ability, as powerful as it was, had a significant drawback: to activate it, the Soul Devourer Sphere had to exhaust all of its stored soul power.

Whether it was one point or a million points, the result was the same—this ability could only be used once, and each use would drain all available power!

But given its immense power and effectiveness, this drawback didn't seem so bad. If necessary, he could always leave some soul power in reserve for future use when absorbing more, turning it into a hidden ace to turn the tide in future battles.

Looking up, Sterl saw that the Soul Power Beam was still relentlessly advancing. The surrounding tendrils were desperately converging, trying to block the collapse, but those tendrils' Soul Barriers were nothing compared to the Soul Power Beam.

The difference between them was like steel and paper!

No matter how many sheets of paper there were, they couldn't crush steel. But as long as the force was strong enough, even the thickest steel would eventually be pierced by a relentless wave of paper.

Sterl didn't waste this opportunity. After all, he had refined all his soul puppets into the Soul Devourer Sphere. If he failed now, it would at least take another day to gather more soul power.

For him, even a single additional day of waiting could mean more danger.

With that thought, he shot upward into the sky. As the Soul Power Beam continued to strike forward, he used his own power to contribute to the destruction.

Thanks to the Soul Power Beam, most of the tendrils' energy was focused on defending against it. As a result, they could only keep crumbling and shattering under Sterl's overwhelming offensive.

Before long, he had forcibly pushed forward to a distance of five kilometers!

"Hmph, this is quite the gift…" he couldn't help but let out a cold snort. He hadn't expected the prison to be so solid. If he had continued at the previous rate of attack, it would have truly been a dead end.

However, Sterl could sense that the power of the soul shock was slowly dissipating.

The old saying, "Enough ants can take down an elephant," rang true in this case. The prison was simply too thick, and it could gather forces from other directions to resist. While the soul shock was powerful, it still wasn't enough in terms of sheer soul power.

"I should have left tens of thousands of soul power behind…" He sighed deeply, but now wasn't the time for regret. Whether or not he could break out, every bit of energy he consumed here would increase his chances of escape.

Meanwhile, far above in the Frozen Desolation Hell, the Will of Hell suddenly paused.

It had noticed something extraordinary—the massive black sphere, which had been completely still and silent until now, was beginning to move rapidly.

Around the sphere, the dark tendrils were quickly gathering toward one specific spot, as if attempting to neutralize and resist some kind of force.

Seeing this, the Will of Hell couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in its chest. It knew that, even though these mysterious invaders were incredibly powerful, they would never be able to overcome that monster!

Through Sterl's liberation of the fourth and sixth layers of Hell, the Will of Hell had witnessed firsthand the terrifying might of this individual.

It was like a bottomless abyss, filled with mystery and the unknown. Seemingly ordinary, yet capable of unleashing world-destroying power at any moment!

Just as the Will of Hell was about to forcibly gather its strength to offer support, the movement of the giant sphere slowly ceased, and everything returned to normal. However, the massive black sphere, which had once been ten kilometers in diameter, was now rapidly shrinking. Discover more content at empire

In no time, it had shrunk to a size of just three kilometers.

At the same time, the core of this layer of Hell seemed to have been stimulated, suddenly accelerating its pace. It devoured the material of this layer of Hell at an incredible rate, while the Silver-white Torrent under its command also increased its assault, eradicating the Hell creatures at an even faster pace.

Soon after, the silver-white secretion on the ground surged toward the giant sphere at an even faster speed, fusing into it and gradually restoring its original accumulation.

However, at this rate, it would take at least one or two more days for the sphere to barely return to its previous state.

"Such a pity… Did we fail after all?" The Will of Hell's movements came to a halt, and the hope in its eyes shattered once more. But compared to the despair before, at least there was now some glimmer of hope. Without it, it would truly be a matter of watching itself fade away into oblivion.

In some ways, it wasn't even truly a living being. It was merely a conglomerate of consciousness, a product born from the myriad of wills gathered within the Hell creatures, helping the entire Hell to maintain its cycles and existence.

Yet after countless years of erosion and nurturing, this collective consciousness had gradually given birth to a new awareness—the Will of Hell.

And it did not want to fade away just like this. It possessed nearly infinite longevity. So how could it be content to simply be extinguished?

Furthermore, as the ruler and orderer of all Hell, defending its own survival was an instinct.

"Help me overcome this crisis, and any wish of yours, I will grant." A signal of special meaning was sent out by the Will of Hell, as its consciousness focused on the enormous black sphere. It believed that if the monster could harm the black sphere once, it could do so a second time, and eventually break through.

What it had to do now was to hold the other layers of Hell, to delay its own demise, and buy Sterl some time.

Inside the Pitch-Black Prison, Sterl slowly came to a stop, retreating back to his starting position.

"As expected, the soul power is still too little, unable to pierce through all at once."

He exhaled a deep breath, and under his immense vitality and regenerative abilities, his breath soon returned to its full strength.

With the protection of the Soul Power Beam, he had managed to push up to a distance of nearly eight kilometers. But still, due to a lack of continued force, he was forced to halt.

The prison's strength far exceeded what he had anticipated. There were no weaknesses or flaws. The only way to break through was through sheer, overwhelming power.

Looking at the tendrils that were squeezing in once again, it seemed as though the prison had fully recovered to its previous state.

However, Sterl could clearly feel that the various bindings and suppressions within the prison had weakened considerably. This proved that the previous soul power impact had indeed caused significant damage.

Moreover, he was certain that there was still a core entity from the outside world, continuously restoring and strengthening the prison's energy.

But Sterl was in no hurry. Now that he knew the effect of the soul power impact, all he needed to do was wait patiently. If 3,000 points of regular soul power combined with 60 points of high-level soul power couldn't break through, then it was time to accumulate more soul power!

With the mother body puppet around, it would be possible to gather more than 40 points of high-level soul power in a single day. Even if he had to wait a few more days, he didn't believe this shell couldn't be cracked!

And if that didn't work, he still had plenty of reserves...

With these thoughts in mind, he glanced sideways at Boris and the dozen or so silver puppets.

Instantly, Boris and the others felt a chill wash over them, a sense of impending death shrouding their entire bodies. Yet, they couldn't pinpoint the source of this ominous feeling.

They would never have imagined that in Sterl's mind, they were not merely enslaved—rather, they were hidden reserves of energy.

But as followers, offering their lives for their master was an honor. Even if they knew, it wouldn't have made a difference. With the followers' mark on them, they had no room for resistance.

Sterl then issued the command to continue the attack. Although they no longer had the 30 million soul puppets, those had only been cannon fodder. They were useful for dealing with ordinary enemies, but in this situation, the only thing they had to offer was their sheer numbers and imposing presence—beyond that, they were useless.

So, while the progress was slower, it wasn't much slower.

In particular, the fused monster's soul, due to its extremely high soul quality, destroyed the Soul Barriers faster than all the puppets combined.

Although Sterl never intended to rely on them to break the prison, at least they were able to slow the prison's recovery rate.

Time passed by, second by second, and soon six full days had passed. Sterl, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and a gleam of light flashed in his gaze.

"Seven days have passed since entering Hell. Given the time flow between Hell and the main world, my evolutionary ability should have refreshed!"

Sterl's heart trembled. After entering Hell, his evolution, which had originally reset every day, had been stretched to seven days due to the difference in time flow. This made the interval between this evolution far longer than expected.

Now that the cheat had finally refreshed, Sterl was momentarily at a loss.