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The room, previously calm and prepared for the moment, became an epicenter of raw, untamable power.

The runes that adorned every inch of the chamber began to flicker, glowing faintly at first, like embers waiting to ignite. Garland, Laden\'s father, widened his eyes in alarm. His hand instinctively shot up, as if to manipulate the formation, but it was too late. The intricate symbols he had so carefully inscribed began to dim under the overwhelming pressure.

Garland\'s brow furrowed with frustration and a sliver of fear.

"Already?" Garland whispered under his breath. The formation was designed to contain extreme power, but Adams\' aura was far exceeding their expectations.

Adams, seated in a lotus position at the center, remained calm despite the growing turbulence around him. His breathing deepened, each exhale drawing more mana into the vortex of energy swirling around him. His parents, Althea and Laden, stood close, watching intently. Althea\'s face was a mixture of pride and concern. Her soft lips pressed into a thin line as her hands trembled slightly at her sides.

Laden, ever the stoic, clenched his jaw, his eyes flickering between Adams and the faltering formation.

"Hold on, son," Laden muttered, his voice steady but low.

Suddenly, the runes that once glowed brightly around the chamber faded entirely, unable to contain the sheer force of the mana Adams was absorbing. The entire room trembled, and then, as if the universe itself recognized the gravity of the moment, a powerful phenomenon erupted from Adams\' core. It wasn\'t just felt in the God Ascension Plane—it reverberated throughout every plane in the Omniverse.

The sky outside the chamber darkened instantly. Storm clouds formed, twisting and roiling with unnatural speed. Lightning cracked through the heavens, but it was no ordinary storm. The very elements, personifications of nature, and laws of existence trembled as if acknowledging the awakening of a power far beyond their comprehension.

Across the Omniverse, beings of unimaginable strength—gods, demons, and immortals—stirred. Some rose from deep meditation; others stopped mid-action, eyes widening in recognition of the event.

In distant realms, ancient entities of immense power felt an inexplicable pressure, one that caused them to bow instinctively. Some clutched their chests in awe and fear, unsure of what or who they were bowing to. The embodiment of time itself hesitated as the pressure grew, feeling as if a force far beyond its control was asserting dominance.

Back in the chamber, Adams\' aura intensified. His body, bathed in a soft golden light, shimmered like the sun breaking through storm clouds. His expression was calm, eyes closed in deep concentration, but the strain was beginning to show. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, his muscles tensed, and his breathing became sharper.

Aria stepped forward slightly, her maternal instinct screaming at her to intervene. Laden placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper, "He can handle this. Trust him." But his own unease was evident in the tightness of his grip.

Then it happened. Adams broke through the first phase of cultivation in mere seconds. His energy surged to Rank 2, and before anyone could react, it climbed further—Rank 3, Rank 4. With each breakthrough, the pressure in the room increased, becoming unbearable. Laden\'s face contorted as he fought to remain composed, while Aria\'s hand covered her mouth in silent awe.

Garland, the ever-calculating master of formations, backed away slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

And still, Adams pressed on. His cultivation rose to Rank 5, then Rank 6. The very air around him vibrated, humming with the raw power of his ascent. Outside, the winds howled and twisted in chaotic patterns, as though the elements themselves were reacting to the monumental shift in power.

The chamber, built with reinforced materials to withstand the might of any cultivator, began to crack under the strain.

At Rank 7, Adams\' body began to change subtly. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, growing denser, his frame solidifying with every surge of mana that poured into him. A faint aura of gold now enveloped him, shimmering brighter with each new phase he reached. His family members looked on, their faces reflecting the gravity of what was happening.

Edna, his grandmother, normally so sharp and biting, stood in stunned silence, her eyes wide with awe. Her hands were clenched tightly in front of her, her knuckles white as she suppressed her own emotions.

Rank 8, Rank 9, and then—Rank 10.

The moment Adams reached the pinnacle of the first phase, the room could no longer contain the force. The pressure exploded outward, causing the walls of the chamber to tremble violently. Laden instinctively threw up a barrier around his wife and the others, his jaw clenched, sweat beading down his temple. But even his barrier flickered under the immense weight of Adams\' power.

Adams didn\'t stop. The mana surged again, spiraling into his body as if the entire Omniverse was feeding him its energy. He broke into the King Realm, a phase that took most cultivators centuries, if not millennia, to reach. His body pulsed with divine energy, a golden light radiating from him like a star being born.

The ground beneath him shook violently as the very foundations of the God Ascension Plane quaked under his ascension.

"Is there no limit to him?" Garland muttered under his breath, his voice laced with both admiration and terror.

But the ascension didn\'t end there. Adams, still in a trance, his expression serene, continued to absorb mana. He shattered the King Realm and soared into the Emperor Realm, his aura now so powerful that beings from other planes were forced to bow once more.

Some, witnessing the phenomenon through dimensional cracks, marveled at the sight of entire planes trembling under the weight of a mere boy\'s cultivation.

Adams\' body tensed as the energy inside him swirled faster, a tempest contained within his small frame. He broke through to the Ancestor Realm, then the Saint Realm, his aura now immense, dominating the very space around him. His breathing grew heavier, and for the first time, a strain began to show on his face.

His brow furrowed, and his jaw tightened, the sheer force of the mana threatening to overwhelm even him.

Outside the chamber, the skies opened, releasing a torrential downpour as Adams\' energy affected the natural order itself. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the entire estate in blinding flashes. The ground shook with such intensity that entire mountains in the distance crumbled into the sea.

Back in the chamber, Adams broke through once again. The Sage Realm fell before him, followed by the Great Sage Realm. His body glowed brighter than ever, a radiant beacon that could be seen for miles. His family could only watch in awe, their emotions a mixture of pride, fear, and amazement.

Even Garland, usually so composed, let out a shaky breath, marveling at the impossibility of what he was witnessing.

Adams wasn\'t finished yet. He transcended into the Transcendent Realm, his aura now so vast that it seemed to extend beyond the chamber, beyond the realm itself. He shattered through to the Divine Sage Realm, and finally—the True Immortal Realm.

The mana stopped. Adams\' breathing slowed, his body glowing softly in the dim light of the chamber. The once ferocious energy storm around him dissipated, leaving only a quiet hum. His eyes slowly opened, golden irises shining with the power of a being who had ascended far beyond what anyone could have imagined.

Adams had stopped cultivating. But the Omniverse would never be the same.

Elsewhere

Deep within the heart of the Omniverse, a radiant sphere of golden light blazed brilliantly, its glow so intense that the entire Omniverse seemed to revolve around it. Slowly, a grand throne materialized behind the sphere, causing the light to dim slightly, only for it to return to its original brilliance, unwavering and unchallenged.

Suddenly, the sphere, as though imbued with life, let out a soft chuckle. The chuckle grew louder, transforming into a booming, echoing laughter that reverberated through the fabric of reality itself.

"At last," the voice thundered, filled with an ancient and powerful joy. "After eons of searching, Nirvana, I have finally found someone who can match me—someone with an omnipotent trait." The laughter faded into a hum of satisfaction. "A being who can unlock my full potential."

Before the sphere, a large screen materialized, revealing the image of Adams seated calmly after his monumental cultivation session. The sphere\'s light flickered, as though studying him intently.

"Interesting..." the sphere mused. "It seems his omnipotent trait is incomplete. Something is missing."

The sphere\'s focus sharpened, its gaze penetrating deep into Adams\' soul. There, within him, a core-like structure rested at his navel—half filled with energy, while the other half lay empty, incomplete.

"So, he still has challenges to face," the sphere said thoughtfully. "Only through those trials will he unlock the full potential of his trait."

The golden light around the sphere pulsed as it seemed to consider the implications. "If this isn\'t the full extent of his power," it murmured, almost to itself, "then what will he become once his trait is whole?"

For a moment, the sphere remained silent, as if the weight of that thought held even it in awe. Then, with renewed enthusiasm, it burst into laughter once more, the sound shaking the very foundations of creation.

"I can hardly wait."

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