Earth's Greatest Magus

[Message Sent.]

After informing Klea, Rosia, and Morgana of his situation, Emery remained alone within the Chamber of the Stellar Beast Emperor.

The heavy stone door sealed shut behind him and whatever skepticism he had bore about learning an Emperor-level inheritance faded beneath the quiet authority of the moment. Xernas had been clear: the Beast Emperor wished to see how much Emery could truly grasp.

This was not optional learning.

It was evaluation.

Without allowing himself further hesitation, Emery set aside all other concerns and began his seven-day training within the Supreme Chamber.

The room was hexagonal, carved from dark stone that absorbed light rather than reflected it. Six massive stone panels formed the enclosing walls, each one covered from floor to ceiling in dense inscriptions. The characters were ancient, they curved and intersected in patterns that seemed both organic and mathematical, like constellations captured in stone.

The universal translator rendered the surface meaning into his consciousness word by word, yet translation alone was insufficient.

The real difficulty lay beneath the language.

Each stroke carried weight.

These were not mere instructions carved into rock; they were fragments of the Beast Emperor’s own comprehension, preserved within structure and rhythm. Compared to studying written manuals, this chamber offered something far more direct-it transmitted the resonance of a Supreme’s understanding.

Six elevated stone tablets arranged in a circular formation. Each corresponded to one stage of the Stellar Beast Emperor’s inheritance.

Emery stepped toward the first.

Thirteen vertical lines of inscription comprised the opening form.

He began reading carefully.

Hours passed.

By the time he reached the third line, his mind felt strained. He had translated the structure. He understood the phrasing.

But there was nothing beyond the surface.

No vision.

No echo of law.

The chamber remained silent.

Emery exhaled slowly, frustration creeping into his voice. “This isn’t working… something is wrong.”

Every hour inside this chamber was precious. Even with disciple privileges, the opportunity itself was rare. He could not afford to spend days simply deciphering words without gaining insight.

His thoughts sharpened.

After a brief pause, he summoned his Light Avatar.

The luminous figure emerged within his inner domain and synchronized perception through their shared soul link. Instantly, Emery felt the effect. His analytical clarity sharpened.

His speed improved dramatically-at least fifty percent faster.

Without hesitation, he extended his consciousness through the Khaos Gate and recalled his Dark Avatar, who had only recently arrived at Dawnstar.

The Dark Avatar was openly annoyed, as if his holiday had just been cut short.

Within moments, all three aspects of himself were engaged in collective study. The progress accelerated.

It still took nearly an entire day for the trio to fully interpret all thirteen lines of the first stage, but eventually the structure crystallized within his mind.

The First Form of the Stellar Beast Emperor’s legacy.

[Star-Rending Claw]

It was a pure offensive strike-direct, brutal, and absolute. Classified as a Tier 8, Divine-rank technique, it did not rely on complex formations or layered spell constructs. Instead, it condensed primal lineage energy into a single, devastating release capable of tearing through both physical matter and spiritual defense.

The structure alone stirred genuine excitement in Emery. There was a raw purity to it, a refined brutality that embodied the authority of a true apex predator.

And yet-

It remained incomplete.

Although he could now translate every line into meaning, visualize the posture, and reconstruct the intended circulation pattern, there was no resonance behind it. No surge of insight. No spontaneous vision of the Emperor’s original execution.

One full day had passed, and his progress felt shallow.

Emery closed his eyes briefly, reassessing. Despite standing only at the Second Cosmos Realm, he had never doubted the strength of his soul.

The problem was not capacity.

It was absence.

He lacked the Law of Beast entirely.

He frowned, mind turning rapidly.

“My new Master would not have allowed me into this chamber if the Law of Beast were an absolute barrier,” he murmured under his breath. “There must be

a way to bridge it.”

Then clarity struck.

Within his inner domain, the Star Devouring Beast slept.

It was not merely a bloodline imprint; it was a living inheritance of primordial

authority.

“That’s it.”

He summoned his Dark Avatar once more and delivered a decisive command: possess the Star Devouring Beast, just as he had during primal transformations.

The Dark Avatar merged into the colossal creature’s consciousness, and immediately the domain responded. Massive golden eyes opened slowly,

ancient and predatory.

Through the beast’s perception, the Dark Avatar turned again toward the

engraved walls of the chamber.

Gradually, the inscriptions began to pulsed with rhythm. Each stroke carried a weight that felt instinctive rather than conceptual,

Without warning, a vision erupted.

A roar shattered the sky.

A single claw descended.

Mountains crumbled into dust.

Seas recoiled under violent shockwaves.

A planet’s crust split apart beneath the force of a single, overwhelming strike.

Emery tore himself free from the vision, his breathing heavier than before. At the same moment, he felt something subtle shift within his soul.

A fragment of the Law

[Soul Power Increased]

The gain was undeniable, but small-far too small to justify the rarity of this

opportunity.

Emery stood in the center of the hexagonal chamber, breathing slowly as he weighed his next move.

What he had done so far was indirect.

The Dark Avatar had acted as a bridge, filtering the beast’s perception through

a layer of separation. It had granted him fragments of insight-but only

fragments.

If he wanted more, he would have to take a greater risk.

Without further hesitation, Emery withdrew the Dark Avatar entirely.

Then, instead he sent his true soul.

His consciousness plunged directly into the Star Devouring Beast’s mind.

The moment of entry was chaotic.

The beast’s primordial awareness surged violently against him, a tidal wave of instinct and ancient hunger threatening to drown his sense of self. For several seconds, his thoughts fractured under the pressure. His heightened mental strength help preventing complete collapse.

He anchored himself.

He aligned with it.

Minutes passed in volatile instability before equilibrium began to form. The Star Devouring Beast no longer regarded him as an intruder, nor as a controller

-but as an extension.

Synergy was established.

Then-

Through the beast’s eyes, the chamber transformed.

The stone inscriptions blazed.

Each carved marking gleamed with living authority. What had once appeared as

structured language now revealed layered dominion. The thirteen lines of the First Form were no longer instructions-they were imprints of lineage power, each stroke carrying the right to command primal essence itself.

It resonated.

This was the way.

He carried the awakened imprint of a Stellar Beast. At its higher tiers, it

governed dominion over primal essence-the authority of bloodline that allign with the law of the Beast.

Through the beast’s perception, he sensed it. The first stirrings of that

authority.

Emery fell into immediate trance.

Time dissolved.

Hours passed unnoticed. Then days.

With assistance of both Avatars, Emery absorbed the inheritance at much faster pace. The First Form-Star-Rending Claw-no longer existed as theory. He reviewed it repeatedly, cycling the flow within the beast’s consciousness,

then mirroring it within his own soul.

By the end of the sixth day, he had grasped the complete meaning behind the

First Form. Though full consolidation into his physique would require real refinement, the core comprehension was etched into his spirit.

On the final day, Emery reluctantly withdrew from the deep trance.

He shifted his attention to the remaining stone tablets.

The Second Form revealed itself as an internal cultivation method, the Third

Form was physique refinement. Both were divine-grade in depth.

Both were monumental in scope.

However, when he turned toward the fourth, fifth, and sixth tablets, their inscriptions remained dim. No matter how he adjusted his perception, the deeper layers would not reveal themselves. It became clear that he had reached

a boundary-likely gated behind the first three forms.

He did not force it.

He memorized what he could and withdrew.

[Your time is up.]

The glow faded from the chamber walls. The oppressive pressure receded.

Emery stood silently for a moment, then allowed his consciousness to return fully to his physical body.

He did not request an audience with the Beast Emperor.

Not yet,

Instead, the moment he reawakened in the real world, he immediately entered

closed-door cultivation.

The inheritance had been planted. Now it required forging into reality.