assistirfilmes Chapter 645 Elevation of the Maternal Soul Essence! Production Capacity Soars!
Chapter 645 Elevation of the Maternal Soul Essence! Production Capacity Soars!
Though the quantity wasn't significant, it required neither time nor resources from Sterl—it was entirely effortless. A free advantage like this was undoubtedly worth seizing. Moreover, given enough time, even a modest trickle could accumulate into a considerable profit.
"Although the maternal puppet can only nurture a hundred souls at a time for now, if I pour in a substantial amount of soul power for enhancement..."
Sterl's eyes gleamed with sharp intent at the thought.
It was akin to an investment: the process would consume a significant amount of soul resources, but if the maternal vessel's limits could be pushed further, the potential benefits would be unimaginable.
However, just as he was calculating the possibilities, the maternal puppet that had just finished producing the batch of souls ceased its movements. Sterl's attention immediately snapped to the vessel, concerned it might require half a day of recovery after each cycle. Such downtime would drastically reduce its value, relegating it to a state of "not worth much, but too good to waste."
But in the next moment, Sterl realized his concerns were completely unfounded.
The grayish-black fur covering the maternal puppet began to tremble faintly, and the countless eyeballs embedded in its surface pulsed rhythmically with a peculiar cadence. Suddenly, the hundred newly formed souls reacted as though receiving a command, rapidly converging into a single entity.
Under Sterl's astonished gaze, these minute soul-worms began to merge with one another.
"This... this is..."
Sterl's eyes widened in disbelief, locked onto the unfolding phenomenon. Never in his wildest thoughts had he anticipated that the maternal puppet, despite appearing drained, could still perform such an extraordinary feat.
In less than ten seconds, the hundred ordinary souls had fully fused, transforming into a larger worm that shimmered with a faint, crystalline glow.
The entire process occurred seamlessly, without any conflict or mishap—like a stream of water flowing effortlessly, silent and smooth.
Sterl carefully examined the transformed soul. While its overall mass hadn't increased dramatically, its quality had undergone a monumental leap. It had completely transcended the level of a typical living being's soul, reaching the caliber of a divine soul!
After a closer evaluation of its capacity, Sterl concluded that refining and absorbing it would yield approximately 0.1 units of high-tier soul power.
Taking a deep breath, Sterl felt a complex mix of emotions. Gazing at this enhanced soul, he was both exhilarated and deeply incredulous. Any other deity in his place would likely be questioning their very existence.
Fortunately, he had weathered countless storms in the past and now possessed the evolution-enhancing cheat of a lifetime. After a moment of recovery, Sterl managed to steady himself.
"This is quite the unexpected and pleasant surprise," he said, a trace of excitement flashing through his voice.
The maternal puppet's ability to draw power from an unknown dimension and nurture new souls had already exceeded his expectations. But now, it went a step further—it could merge these newly born souls into higher-quality ones!
After doing some quick calculations, Sterl realized that with the maternal puppet operating non-stop, he could harvest 14 units of high-tier soul power per day.
It might not sound like much at first glance, but consider this: refining a divine-tier soul from a deity only produced 10 units of high-tier soul power. In other words, the maternal puppet could generate the equivalent of more than one deity's worth of soul power every single day! Calling it an inexhaustible treasure trove wasn't an exaggeration in the slightest.
"If the maternal output increased tenfold, I'd never have to worry about high-tier soul power again," Sterl mused, his anticipation palpable.
For him, gathering ordinary soul power was no longer a challenge, but obtaining high-tier soul power was a completely different story. The difficulty wasn't due to his own strength but rather because high-tier soul power could only be extracted from divine-tier souls—souls belonging to deities. But where could he possibly find so many gods to hunt down?
At his command, the maternal puppet immediately began to squirm. The fissure at its tail reopened, resembling a grotesque passage lined with eyes and covered in fine fur, an image so disturbing it sent chills down the spine.
The gestation process was the same as before, taking a full ten minutes. However, this time, the number of souls produced reached an astonishing 300!
"Hahahaha! This must be divine providence!"
Sterl couldn't hold back his laughter.
He had not expected that an infusion of 100,000 units of soul power would triple the maternal puppet's production capacity!
With this newfound efficiency, Sterl calculated that he could generate over 400 units of soul power per day. If he refined these into high-quality souls, that would amount to 40 units of high-tier soul power daily!
Even if he did absolutely nothing else, he could acquire more than 1,200 units of high-tier soul power per month. At that rate, it wouldn't take long to reach his next breakthrough threshold.
The thought filled Sterl with boundless joy. For a moment, even the looming threats posed by those shadowy forces in the background faded from his mind.
What do threats matter? he thought. As long as I am strong enough, all obstacles will dissipate like mist under the sun.
"This has been the best 100,000 soul power investment I could've made!"
Sure, he could've used that much soul power to enhance his own abilities further. However, channeling it into the maternal puppet had essentially created a self-sustaining treasure trove, capable of generating endless wealth in the form of soul power.
Sterl even felt tempted to pour the rest of his soul power—200,000 units—into the maternal puppet. However, he quickly dismissed the idea. Even if doubling or tripling its production capacity seemed appealing, such an increase wouldn't immediately translate into combat strength.
What he needed now was sufficient battle-ready power to deal with any potential ambushes or threats on the horizon.
With that, Sterl stored the maternal puppet back into the Purgatory Space, issuing it an ongoing command to produce souls without pause. He then deactivated the Eerie Eyes of the Soul Prison and refocused his attention.
"Goda."
His voice was calm and composed, betraying none of the excitement that had gripped him moments earlier. Sterl's expression returned to its usual serene and indifferent demeanor, unmoved by either joy or sorrow.
Hearing her name, Goda, the Goddess of Evil Wasps, immediately approached him with reverence.
"Master, what are your orders?" she asked, her tone steeped in deference.
Although she and the others hadn't participated in the earlier battle, they had witnessed firsthand the terrifying extent of Sterl's power. The sight of the Extinction Heavenly Thunder Tribulation had left everyone, including Goda, in awe and fear.
To her, Sterl was an invincible existence—peerless and unmatched.
If I could mate with my master, she thought to herself, what kind of incredible offspring would that produce?
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