Chapter 402: Scouting the Origin world Ethan was extremely happy right now. The emotion was rare for him, something he had almost forgotten after countless years of cultivation, slaughter, and silent endurance. It was not the shallow happiness born of victory or power, but a deep, aching relief that reached straight into his soul. He found not only Rose, but also everyone else. That single realization lifted a weight he had carried since the day everything fell apart. His family, his companions, the people tied to him by blood, fate, and karma were not erased from existence. They were scattered, displaced, but alive. It seemed that when Rose was trying to go to the 36th dimensional sky with the team, a spatial portal had opened and transferred her directly to that distant Origin World. The portal was not something planned or controlled. It was a chaotic rupture in space itself, likely caused by overlapping dimensional laws and unstable origin coordinates. Even Ethan, with his current understanding, could tell that such an event bordered on the miraculous. But for some reason, Rose seemed to have lost her memory. That was the part that hurt the most. She had likely been reborn or adopted into the Ice Dragon Clan, where she now served as their Saintess. Her identity had been rewritten, layered over by draconic laws and ancient rituals. She lived, breathed, and existed as someone else now, bound by duty and belief that were never meant to be hers. Seeing her sad, empty eyes through the bloodline connection made Ethan’s heart ache with a mixture of longing and fury. The fury was not directed at her. It was aimed at the heavens, at fate itself, and at the countless forces that had dared to interfere with his life. The longing, however, was something far more dangerous. It made him want to act without restraint. Ethan wanted nothing more than to go to that Origin World right now. The impulse was overwhelming. He wanted to tear through the sky, land in front of her, and remind her of everything they had shared. Every memory, every promise, every quiet moment they had once known together burned vividly in his mind. He wanted to force those memories back into her soul, no matter the cost. But he knew the journey wouldn’t be easy. Even for him, recklessness would lead to disaster. Even with his current strength, he couldn’t simply teleport there. The Origin World existed beyond conventional spatial coordinates. It was anchored to deeper layers of reality, where distance was measured not in space, but in authority and law. The distance was too vast, crossing through layers of reality that didn’t follow the normal laws of space. Each layer obeyed different rules. Some rejected foreign existence entirely. Others crushed intruders with overwhelming pressure before they could even comprehend what was happening. He would have to use the normal route, and the route looked incredibly dangerous. To reach her, he would have to cross a "no-man’s land" in the cosmic void, and there was a high possibility he would have to pass through the territory of a Source Authority Space Beast, creatures so old and powerful they were considered natural disasters. These beings did not need intent to destroy. Their mere existence warped space, erased stars, and consumed laws as easily as breathing. So, he made a cold, logical decision. Emotion would wait. Power came first. He would leave only after merging all the bloodlines in his body to reach his peak form. Only then would he be qualified to defy the Origin World itself. He also knew he needed five Inverse Axiom Dominion beings to feed his World Tree. These were not sacrifices. They were fuel, necessary to elevate his internal world to a higher existential tier. If he did that, his base combat power would rise to the Eternal Sovereign Realm. This was no small leap. It was a qualitative transformation that would place him above most living beings in creation. Combined with his Sword of Infinity, he would gain a power level similar to a Source Authority Realm being, the same level as the progenitor of an original race. At that point, even ancient races would hesitate before provoking him. Ethan finally stepped out from the time field. The golden light faded behind him, leaving only silence and distorted causality in its wake. Five million years had passed for him inside that accelerated space. For the outside world, barely any time had moved at all. Even for someone with his mental fortitude, life felt a bit monotonous after such a long time. Cultivation without interruption dulled the sense of time, making eternity feel both endless and empty. He felt ancient, yet his purpose was sharper than ever. The weight of ages did not weaken him. It refined him. He appeared where Ragnarok was. The demon was still busy torturing Selene’s soul, making her pay for every bit of suffering she had caused to him. Her screams no longer had sound. They were soul vibrations, rippling through the void. "Okay, that’s enough. We have many things to do," Ethan said. His voice carried absolute authority. With a casual wave of his hand, he reached into the essence of Selene’s soul and forcefully stripped the Genesis Vampire Bloodline from her. There was no resistance she could offer. She let out a silent, soul-piercing scream before her essence went limp. Her fate was sealed. Ethan’s target was clear. He would collect all the original bloodlines from the three thousand primary races. This was not ambition. It was inevitability. He would merge them with his Omni Bloodline, using it as an anchor to create the "Infinity Bloodline." The Omni Bloodline was not dominant. It was adaptive, capable of stabilizing infinite contradictions. Since his ultimate path was the Law of Infinity, having a physical body that could support infinite change was a necessity. Without it, his cultivation would collapse under its own weight. Once the bloodline was perfected, mastering the law itself wouldn’t be a problem. At that point, limits would no longer apply to him. Ethan gave the captured Vampire bloodline to his Omni Bloodline. The fusion began instantly. Because this was a pure, original bloodline, it didn’t need to be processed or "cleaned" by the World Tree. It was already at the highest level of purity. Instantly, the traits of the Genesis Vampires appeared inside him. Even the flow of blood within distant beings became visible to him. He could now manifest the Blood Domain, which worked similarly to his Ultimate Domain but allowed him to control the life force and fluids of anyone within its range. He planned to merge all these specialized traits to push his Ultimate Domain into a true "Infinite Domain." A domain without fixed attributes. With another flick of his wrist, Ethan teleported what remained of Selene back to the garden of the Alucard family. She was no longer a threat. She was merely a hollow shell, a warning to any who dared oppose him. "Ragnarok, we need Inverse Axiom Dominion level beings," Ethan said, looking at his loyal subordinate. His gaze alone made reality tremble. "To find them, we will have to go outside of this world and enter the greater Origin World." Ethan explained everything he had seen, the distance, the dangers, and the location of Rose and the others. Ragnarok listened in silence, absorbing every detail. For scouting, shadow armies would be best. They were expendable, adaptable, and invisible. He still possessed the Shadow Monarch talent, though his previous army had been destroyed when he died. At the time, rebuilding it had seemed unnecessary. He hadn’t bothered to rebuild it until now. Ethan waved his hand, and a clone appeared. Space rippled as the copy stabilized. It shared his appearance, aura, and partial authority. Ethan gave it 10% of his total strength, and then used his authority to cut off all karma between himself and this clone. Now, this clone would travel through the Origin World as a scout, a silent ghost who would build his shadow army. Then he would use the shadow army to scout the entire origin world to search inverse axiom dominion beings. It carried Ethan’s will, but not his destiny. "Ragnarok, you have the Origin Demon bloodline in you," Ethan said, turning back to the demon. "I am going to teach you a secret technique." "You must refine that bloodline to the max and become a True Origin Demon." This was a chance no demon could refuse. "I have big plans for you in the wars to come." "As you wish, my lord," Ragnarok replied, his voice trembling with excitement at the prospect of more power. Loyalty and ambition burned within him. Ethan quickly crafted a bloodline refining technique. It was complex, precise, and brutally demanding. While it was almost impossible for a normal demon to refine an original bloodline to 100% purity, Ragnarok’s blood was already over 50% pure. That gave him a foundation. With Ethan’s guidance, it was doable. However, it would still take millions of years of meditation and refinement. Pain and transformation would be constant companions. "You should use the time field," Ethan ordered. There was no need for further explanation. After saying that, both Ethan’s main body and Ragnarok re-entered the time field to begin their long seclusion. Golden light enveloped them once more. Meanwhile, his clone began preparing to head outside into the unknown origin world. He gave the sword of infinity to the clone, so that it could handle any situation outside.