Infinite Evolution: My Idle Evolution System

"Looks like I still need to create a Technique in the end," stated Necro as he browsed through his knowledge bank, extracting and extrapolating various information related to cultivation. "However, rather than create something that'll speed up and assist my cultivation, I'll have to create one that'll slow and restrain my cultivation."

In a never-before-seen case like this one, there was only one thing that could and should be done.

"The cultivation technique I create," said Necro, "it has to be one that prioritizes quality."

Only that way could he fully take advantage of his ludicrous cultivation speed.

Necro opened his palm, and a single thread of pale silver qi drifted upward—thin, fragile, but impossibly pure.

"Everyone chases more… more Qi, more power, more breakthroughs." His voice was quiet, thoughtful. "But what's the point of an ocean… if it's poisoned?"

He closed his eyes.

Within the darkness of his mind, he saw a lotus blooming atop a bed of ash—its petals unblemished, glowing with quiet brilliance.

"I don't want a flood of unstable strength. I want refinement. Precision."

Necro inhaled deeply, guiding the Qi back into his body, letting it cycle slowly—meticulously—until it shimmered like crystal.

"Not blind growth… but rebirth through tempering. Strip away the excess. Leave only the essence."

His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, sketching intricate sigils into the air. Each one glowed brighter than the last, but only for a breath—then vanished, absorbed into his soul.

He smiled faintly.

"I'll call it…"

A single drop of condensation fell from the ceiling, rippling across the surface of a quiet marbled floor.

"…The Divine Lotus Tempering Sutra."

OUNG!

Heaven itself seemed to recognize the birth of this unparalleled cultivation technique, for it rang with the bells of Fate and Destiny.

Countless were alerted of this phenomenon.

"This…" The old Supreme Deity from the High-Heaven Kingdom performed numerous incomprehensible hand sigils, his brows furrowing in bewilderment. "What is going on in this world…?"

Somewhere else in the vastness of the Ancient Desolate Continent, a different Supreme Deity voraciously licked her bright red lips. She was looking in the direction of the Skyriser Kingdom, her beautiful eyes shining with unbridled lust.

"A Destiny Holder of this caliber—where are you trying to hide, fufu~?"

Meanwhile, someone whom Cassius would find gratingly familiar was also looking toward the Skyriser Kingdom. It was the mysterious cultivator that ruined Cassius's life and stole away from him everything he ever cared about.

The Desolate Wanderer—Yang Tiandong—the one who wanders the Desolate Expanse.

"A High-level Destiny Holder." Yang Tiandong frowned. "If it was before I found this treasure, I'd be more concerned. However, with HER and her ridiculous amount of Fate Power, there's no possible way for this new High-level Destiny Holder to shake me."

He coldly scoffed before glancing over at an astonishingly cute girl approximately 15 years of age. She was cultivating with closed eyes, a listless, almost robotic way about her.

"Even though your progression to maturity was slowed as a result of improving your overall quality, it matters not," Yang Tiandong said with a sinister smile. "What are a few meager additional years in the face of what I have to gain after extracting the Essence of your Physique following your complete transformation into my Cultivation Furnace!?"

A peal of evil cackling echoed out as a crazy old man stirred a devilish concoction within a cave in the middle of one of the most terrifying territories in the world.

— Elsewhere, in a certain mansion owned by the Blue Legion Family of the Blue Ring Region —

Necro opened his exotic eyes. Marring his exquisite facial features was a frown.

"I don't know why, but I really feel like beating someone up right now," he clicked his tongue.

Shifting his head, he saw rays of sunlight sneaking through the blinders of his room.

"It's morning already?"

Without having noticed the passing of time, half a day flew by.

During this period, Necro had been actively circulating the newly created Divine Lotus Tempering Sutra. He successfully cultivated his Divine Lotus to the 3rd Petal of the Orange Rank, which was to say that he completely cultivated to the peak of Half-step Qi Condensation before condensing and restarting his cultivation a total of two times.

Now he was back in the Bone Refinement Realm.

However, the quality of his cultivation was… it was not something that could be matched by any other Body Refinement Realm cultivator…

"Although most of the Cultivation Technique is theorized, it is nonetheless based on fundamental laws of the universe," said Necro. "And because of the involuntary involvement of that source of universal life or whatever that's inside me, a truly miraculous technique was born."

There were numerous Ranks of the Divine Lotus Tempering Sutra. The first three, from descending to ascending order, were Orange → Red → Green.

Whenever Necro restarted his cultivation, an additional petal of his Divine Lotus would light up to match the specific Rank his Divine Lotus was at. This would cycle until 12 petals were lit up of that rank.

After which, a True Extreme Qualitative change would occur, and a breakthrough into the next Major Realm of cultivation would be made.

"Each petal will be harder to light up than the one prior, which would come off as a huge disadvantage for normal people. However, this Technique is one that defies the natural order of things, allotting illogical levels of strength to those with enough talent to practice it."

Cultivation itself was the act of defying the Heavens. To add an insane Technique like the Divine Lotus Tempering Sutra on top of that was… insane.

Only a masochist of the highest order would dare do something so self-destructive.

"I would pass on this Technique to those under me, but they have neither the talent nor grit necessary to practice it."

This was something only he could use.

And one day, it might just very well… be the death of him.

"I'm not yet at the point where I have to stick with this volatile technique. I can abandon it," Necro murmured. "But… I won't."

As if by some sort of instinctive feeling, he could sense the Divine Lotus Tempering Sutra to be the only cultivation technique for him. It was his and his alone. Created by him and his mysterious origins in order to help him accomplish his goals and even go beyond them…

"???"