## Blending in
The first rule of hiding from a partially sentient cosmos was simple: do not feel like a foreign body. He had learned this the hard way in his internal world where any foreign deity beast he introduced was treated with hostility, down to the last blade of grass it stepped on. He had a feeling the same principle applied here.
Okay, let's see if I can snag a spot on the guest list.
He did not drop his creation shield outright, as that would have been suicidal. Instead, he let the translation protocols of this reality graze it like a diagnostic scan. His systems sampled the signals, stripped any trace of sentience from their formats, and handed him a neutral framework to rebuild from.
It washed over him and tried to catalog what he was to pin him down to a known level of existence. His divine soul pushed back gently and accordingly.
You can look, but you don't get to define me.
He let the translation proceed only to a threshold he could monitor in real time.
The moment he shifted from admiring the view to actively engaging, the changes began. Structure came first. His spiritual body began to shimmer from within, light threading through his limbs. Size shifted and proportions adjusted, yet it was nothing chaotic. It was all eerily precise, and every change registered as a readout on an inner gauge he had learned to trust.
## Adaptive Evolution Framework
His adaptive physiology acting on soul recorded each tweak in response to the exposure. His existing power systems stayed functionally separate, but they began to interlock in new ways.
The new reality rules he was exposed to were unlike anything before. Conflicts began to form, and before he could even respond, his own system initiated changes. This reality demanded a new kind of integrator, and his wishes were obliging.
A new conceptual ability formed.
What had been an "adaptive body" in his notes rewrote itself into something higher. The label that surfaced in his awareness was clinical and obvious: Prime Adaptive Nexus. The name described function before form. Convergent adaptation. Real-time synthesis.
# A New Perception:
When the Nexus activated, perception snapped into a new clarity. What had been extremely difficult to sense outside the domain simply fell into plain view. Changes began happening in his spiritual organ.
Energy currents flowed like mapped rivers in plain view. Astral projections, dimensional seams, and distant boundaries lit up without effort. An intuitive understanding of the causal streams around him began to develop just from the information gathered thus far.
More arrived as information rather than just sensation. His spirit cultivation system, the one that he currently took the form from, projected their operating rules straight into his awareness, his mindspace.
Then the governing principles of this world began layering on top almost as if the reality were handing him an instruction set. There was no need to sense the relation of old rules and approximation.
This is just the structure of reality that is in my immediate surrounding, the one that is perceivable, not the absolute rules.
# Changes to the Soul
The something deep inside the soul itself was adapting to make sense of the existence around it. The divine sense which strained to focus on a singular source began to ease, and the structure of reality began to reveal itself from the quantum soup of fluctuations, freeing the constraints he felt.
He reached out deliberately. The rule structure of the domain was no longer abstract. It formed visibly through his enhanced sensory lattice. Channeling raw cosmic energy felt mechanical.
Instead of relying solely on intent and the sentient laws around him, he began to pick up on the resonance between his own heavenly energy and the new rules in total. It was that feeling of absolute control starting to return.
There was still an energy quality difference and a symmetry mismatch in the underlying rules, so it was not a one-to-one operation. However, he could now reflect his manipulations directly onto the rule structure even with some loss. He could distinguish energy types at a glance even when he did not yet know their uses. The once-wild quantum field collapsed into a navigable topology.
He stayed half-translated. It was enough to belong but not enough to be absorbed. The world accepted the signal long enough for him to learn its grammar, and that was all he needed.
When he expanded his divine awareness, the underlying rule structure across vast distances became immediately comprehensible. The rules about the cosmic laws in this place were flexible and interconnected. The previous quantum field of endless possibilities stabilized into something manageable. He could now lock onto the space-time continuum arising from the super-flow with ease.
The ability to sense the structure of environment was just the start of the newfound adaptation.
That was when he sensed something odd among the energy permeating near him.
## Cosmic Awareness
His expanded awareness detected an information stream flowing continuously through the void. Instead of using intent to call upon it, he extended his soul sense directly to it. The instant he perceived it, information erupted through his consciousness like a dam bursting.
Big mistake.
He was pretty sure now that it was not supposed to be accessed like that. Why? Because it felt like the instant his aura had once merged with the universe. It was the same shape of sensation but on a different scale.
His divine perception widened to match his mind. No, it was better to say it exploded. The stable reality offered an extended range of sensing, but now that range leapt from a few million miles to a few light-years, and then to trillions. Never ending.
Stop.
His attempt did not phase the extension.
Then it kept twisting and stretching across higher dimensional planes. This was not the usual divine sense. It was pure awareness. Cold. Exact. Unending. He saw a branching multiverse and fragmented realms, barriers of universes, and converging points of energy like what he had observed in Oblivion.
For a few moments, he synchronized with the wider universe as if they were a single entity. Purposes, destinies, and fates streamed through him.
Cosmic events, existential threats, tears in dimensions. Planets. Galaxies. The architecture of the multiverse itself. Anything with a spark of sentience bled into that flow, offering glimpses of a Tribunal's judgments or an Infinity Stone's pulse.
His cultivation level, no matter how advanced, was not prepared to swallow that torrent. Ninety percent of it was pure noise too. For comparison, it was already a dozen times the information obtained from the reincarnation soul tool in the abyssal lands of the God Domain.
Thought itself .... takes time to process.
The stream normally throttled itself by life tier; from the records of their usage, it was as seen in comics. His non-existence state disabled that filter. It spat out everything it could. Basically, unfiltered nigh-omniscience.
He kept his presence signature null as always. Still, after adaptation, he could distinctly sense the oblivion he had just left across vast distances through the cosmic sense.
He began to feel the sense of unreality and trepidation as he tried to withdraw his sense from extending infinitely.
He tried hard to contain it. The only thing helping him was the divine shield of his soul. The soul felt stretched, and the energy from the star ring was drawn to sustain consciousness. He genuinely felt he was losing himself until he felt a familiar surge emerging from within.
I can... think now.
When the tide threatened to drown him, the soul reacted on its own.
Creation energy was being consumed. The Nexus Transformation activated again. Processing capacity grew from the inside out. Transformations ignited within his spirit as if he had flipped a concealed switch.
New branching points of light, previously unknown, opened in his soul structure. They pierced toward the core and threaded into the root system of the heavenly sacred vine tree.
It feels like linking to the culmination of every shard of knowledge I had gathered.
Simultaneously, the feeling of being lost and existing elsewhere began to loosen, and his divine sense started to strengthen. He could feel he was regaining hold of the endless sense he had extended. He successfully began to converge it back again but was faced with some revelations.
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# Thoughts
First, a series of information began to arrive from mind:
A cultivator at the Limbo level transfers thought, consciousness, and processing into the soul. The body becomes a vessel. He had pushed that further. Body and soul had already been fused in the previous world. Now thoughts began to manifest in ways he had never allowed before. Reality here waited for will. It responded as if hungry.
Rules still bound everything. This realm would not grant power without a price. The universe showed a willingness to bind aspects of energy and existence to his consciousness. It was just the next step after he would get lost. Total integration required total unity with the cosmic framework, to become one with it.
What would infinite power cost? Danger was everywhere. It was a reminder for him.
I refined my will, my soul, my body, and my energy. Where have I cultivated my scope of consciousness?
At some point, he felt the deepening comprehension and unlocked the intricate ability to have a global perspective on the individual techniques or manipulations he was performing after entering this reality. He felt myriad possibilities awakening from them.
I was bound by my own creativity. He mused.
Basically, it gave him a larger span of operational thought, now linking it to world rules outside, a primitive form of reality manipulation. He set that aside. The immediate work was ongoing.
Let me just enjoy the thoughts?
He uttered the few words, from the after effects of being high - in a sense; as he was pulled back to reality by his rational mind to deal with ongoing bussiness.
The new structures settled in his being. He monitored every change as it completed. Finally, he detached from the awareness and relaxed his senses with heavenly energy to soothe the spiritual body.
## Deepening Transformation
Just when he thought he had obtained a little breathing room, the response to the sudden perception of control over reality through will alone triggered the next series of changes.
It went deeper than any adaptation he had known. Cultivation had already given him sharpened perception, perfect recall, thought acceleration, and parallel computation. Now something new knitted itself into place: an alignment of will and consciousness.
It was not calculation. It was a psionic continuum. Every thought and piece of information flowed losslessly into every other thought. No gaps. No latency.
Well... that's how it is supposed to be? Suddenly all the past actions he been doing since second birth reeled in mind like a movie with scene by scene criticisms.
Aside from that, the view he gained was global. Patterns that had hidden themselves in plain sight unrolled at once. Problems he had never noticed before without LoHP became obvious across countless domains simultaneously. Much beyond current reality.
It felt like finding a missing cognitive organ, one he did not know he lacked until it existed. He could no longer plausibly miss important factors. Relevant considerations arrived already integrated into his decisions without even querying the LoHP.
Most of all, he began to feel as if he had only just found out about the aspect of the creative self of mind. However, he could not make sense of what those earlier points of light still are.
## Changes
He was so intent on the inner change that he missed the obvious. His spiritual body had ballooned in size. The air thinned. The local scale was translating his inner-world scope into corporeal magnitude. He was already about ten miles tall and expanding rapidly.
Right. I don't exactly wish to become a hundred-million-mile colossus.
It was a ridiculous consequence of the local translation rules. He compressed himself back down to a manageable seven feet.
This reality had no exact template for his internal energy, cultivation systems, Sanskrit inscriptions, or spirit-embodiment physique. Trying to condense a flesh-and-blood body using local rules alone would have been a mess.
So he decided to transition back into the original body he possessed. But just as he started the process, a sharp premonition hit him.
A cold certainty settled in his gut. Something was about to go very wrong.
My mind is telling me to stop immediately.
The feeling, the alarm, was crystal clear.
It would create an endless transformation loop.
When he first entered this universe, this multitude of rapid changes, dangers, and adaptations had been almost impossible to anticipate. He thought it would be more straightforward. Settle somewhere, take his time, see what the world could offer, and live a life free from cultivation complexities for a while.
His initial plan was so simple: observe, adapt slowly. That optimism evaporated fast. This universe demanded groundwork before anything resembling a comfortable life. And here he was, his own cheat-like abilities powering him through a whirlwind of change he never saw coming.