A slow smile crept up his face when he saw the 10 jackals facing him. His combat prowess was further enhanced by Petri, who occupied his mana core, and his own physique was equivalent to the strength received by the reinforcement of a solidified prismarine crystal. As such, Jason was powerful enough to overwhelm the jackals without any issues.
There was not even the need for him to use his Emperor Eyes, the curses he harbored, or anything else to defeat the jackals that were astonished by Jason's strength. They had underestimated him and hadn't expected him to be stronger than they could handle.
Yet, before they could even realise what was going on, he had emerged in front of them, killing them without showing any mercy.
During the last two months alone, Jason had killed much more than a thousand beasts at the Prismar stage. Previously, he had felt some remorse after killing them, but this sensation had slowly dispersed, replaced by the thought that the beasts inside the tower would attack him even if he wouldn't, either way.
His mindset slowly adjusted to feeling anything except the determination to advance through the tower, and Jason began to understand that the numbness with which he killed was slowly taking him over.
That was bad, at least, if he didn't want to become completely numb to the sensation of killing. He didn't want to transform into a mindless killing machine.
Becoming numb to killing was one of the worst things that could happen because emotions like guilt, frustration, sadness, wrath, agony, and so on were extremely important in a fight, and even more emotions were what made him 'human'.
Without these emotions, Jason knew that he would become a ruthless executioner, without any thought or logic, which was something he wanted to avoid by all means.
Nevertheless, given the dungeon's dangers, he couldn't allow the beasts to survive as the fight against the floor's Guardian might turn out to be extremely fierce.
Owing to this, the fight against the Guardian would take longer, which would in return mean that a loud commotion would ensue, attracting the attention of other beast groups.
In the end, this meant that Jason either had to defeat the Guardian quickly or the other ferocious beasts that roamed the floor.
With that in mind, Jason started to clear the floor of every single group of beasts, which gave him a rough estimation of their overall strength that had increased tremendously.
He already assumed that the difficulty of the 10th floor would increase substantially, but to think that there would be multiple beast groups with each beast having nine solidified prismarine crystals was beyond Jason's expectations.
'If the 10th Floor already has beasts at the Peak of the Prismar stage's first threshold, won't the 20th Floor be full of beasts at the 2nd threshold?!'
That was something that bothered Jason because he knew the exact and vast difference between the first and second threshold of the Prismar stage.
In the end, the difference in terms of cultivation was only the creation of a large rotating crystal that enveloped three small prismarine crystals.
Nevertheless, the enhancements of these single rotating crystals were something Jason didn't know yet.
He knew that they required several times the mana required by a single prismarine crystal only to be constructed, but that was all he was aware of.
Others didn't compare small solidified crystals with the larger rotating crystals, because it was evident who was stronger, and that it was not even questionable.
However, these beings didn't have the advantage of a higher compressed, and unique cultivation base like Jason, giving him the ability to fight against beings that were much stronger than he was.
Thus, he had to find his match soon enough.
The 10th floor was much wider than the ones before, and it took Jason almost ten days just to find and defeat all groups of beasts.
Some fights had been easier, some more difficult because more and more beast groups had been attracted by the commotion he created, but in the end, he was still unscathed.
Nevertheless, he didn't immediately approach the gate he had found relatively early.
Instead, he used his Emperor Eyes to take a look at the color of the engravings.
On one hand, Jason wanted to receive the speed bonus, but on the other hand, he wanted to be fully prepared for the worst-case scenario.
However, if he acted like this every single time dangers loomed around him, he might as well hide like a coward and only face opponents that were weaker than him.
Reflecting on his battles so far, he realised that he had fought many stronger opponents than those that were weaker than him in terms of his cultivation base.
Yet, this didn't have much of a meaning, if he were to be honest.
His peers had never really been a huge threat to him, and he quickly bridged the gap between them after he had been able to cultivate.
There might be prodigies of high-ranked races which he didn't encounter until now, but most beings he had faced so far were much older than him.
Even Jennifer was several years older than him, and it was only a difference for beasts, who grew up while simultaneously becoming stronger.
For them, their age didn't matter, and it was more of their degree of maturity that made a difference in their strength, turning them stronger or weaker.
Afterward, it was their racial limit that prevented them from reaching certain thresholds.
This restriction didn't seem to exist in the intelligent races because they only required time, the only difference being the duration of time required to cultivate.
For some, it would take millennia to reach a certain cultivation stage, while others were faster owing to their talent, background, and opportunities.
Yet, in the end, only strength mattered, and Jason had long since realised this even before he left Argos.
Because of that, he didn't care about others' age, and was more concerned about the strength others could exhibit.
Jason also knew that the thought that had coincidentally flashed through his mind had nothing to do with his current situation...or so he thought.
With his talent, he could cultivate at a rapid speed, and his strength could increase tremendously, just in a matter of a few days as long as he and his soulbonds cultivated relentlessly!
Due to this unique situation, the dangers of the tower trial could lessen, the more he cultivated, or higher, the more he rushed through the tower.
As such, with that thought in mind, Jason was forced to use his brain to figure out the best solution in terms of earning as many merit points as possible.
Knowing their value, and given the fact that the Dungeon of the Primordial Descendant was something unique, along with the fact that he would probably never be able to enter it again, Jason had to use this one chance to the fullest.
Even if he might be unable to reach the required threshold to receive the Main inheritance, this wouldn't matter as long as he was able to use the earned merit points efficiently.
Owing to this thought, his mind was running wild, and he spent the following days cultivating as if his life depended on it!
How could Jason realise that he opted for the right choice, only to be too full of himself, and greedy because he wanted to receive the speed bonus by all means?
As such, before the entire silver engravings were replaced by a blue color, Jason approached the gate, ready to attack the emerging beast at any moment.
He had already utilised all means and rushed ahead the moment the gate opened, revealing the portal that was just manifesting, only to emerge in front of the beast that appeared a moment later.
Yet, what Jason didn't expect was that the beast seemed to be waiting for him as it stared downwards at him.
It was as if it pierced into his soul and without a moment of hesitation, it brandished a huge longsword with a terrifying speed that shocked Jason to the core.
Trying to block the attack with all his might, Jason's eyes widened in shock, realising that the beast he was facing cultivated in all the three main paths!
Merging the three cultivations' energies, its strength exceeded that of Jason's by a large margin, and it was only a moment later that a sting coursed through his soul world. The impact of the sting was so huge that it was immediately transferred to his mind as a faint crack resounded through his head.
This sound flashed through his mind and it took Jason a moment to realise what was going on as he cursed out with a single, shocking thought in his mind.
'Byakur...is breaking?!'
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