Before enacting vengeance or justice, before unraveling the conspiracy behind Auren IX's name, Zaxton paused.
He had achieved something no known cultivator had before—a Solar Sovereign state, an evolution of mass and power that rivaled the formation of systems themselves. But what did it mean? What gifts had this transformation wrought?
He withdrew deep into himself—into the Innate Domain—the sacred inner cosmos where his power was forged.
And what he saw astonished even him.
The Celestial Mirror Within
Suspended in that inner void was a golden star, radiant and serene. But that was only the center. Orbiting this new sun were five celestial bodies—each one familiar, each one a record of his past:
A dwarf planet, silent and stable. His first true cultivation body.
Another dwarf planet, this one girdled with a faint blue ring—his first ringed form.
A ringed planet, spinning with two rings: one shimmering blue, the other pulsing with blood-red vengeance—his wrath incarnate.
A colossal gas giant, still exuding the sovereign calm of a False Star—his prior apex.
And now, at the center of all, the newly born star, burning with a quiet authority that whispered power in all directions.
He focused. One by one, the celestial bodies trembled... and morphed.
From the core of each world, a shape began to take form—first liquid light, then bone and soul, then armor and will. Until before him stood five perfect replicas of himself.
Each clone shimmered with the cultivation of its parent world:
The dwarf: small, quick, adaptable.
The ringed dwarf: balanced and spiritually attuned.
The dual-ringed planet: warlike, wrathful, unyielding.
The gas giant: vast in aura, immovable as the deep sky.
And he, the original, now a Solar Sovereign, lord over this constellation of selves.
He had created fractal embodiments of his cultivation past—not puppets, not soul shards, but living, sentient clones.
Each one possessed his memories, his instincts—but none of them threatened his control. They were extensions of him, born from the deepest marrow of his being.
The Forbidden Library's Revelation
Within the Blue Constellation Sect's Grand Archive, hidden behind layers of warded scripts and starlock seals, Zaxton uncovered an obscure theory long dismissed as impossible:
> "Celestial Symbiosis."
The idea that a cultivator who formed planetary cores within their inner domain could, in rare moments of perfection, grant them form—living embodiments that could cultivate independently, experience the realms, evolve on their own, and—most importantly—return to their original to amplify their cultivation.
Each breakthrough a clone made could be reabsorbed, and the increase would stack. If one of his clones broke into the Lone Star stage… it would orbit him like a child sun to his central blaze, enhancing his path to the next level beyond Solar Sovereign.
The Divine Strategy
Zaxton understood now.
> "I will be one man in many places.
I will be every world I have conquered.
I will split across the realms—
—and rise across them all."
He could now send his clones into every realm:
The dwarf to the First, guiding young cultivators and preparing them for the future.
The ringed dwarf to the Second, refining soul techniques and influencing spiritual disciplines.
The dual-ringed planet to the Third, to wage war against entrenched threats and corrupt sects.
The gas giant clone to the Fourth, helping manage the Bastions and oversee Stellar Codex development.
And he, the true self, remained hidden in the Fifth Realm's heart, burrowing deeper into its lies.
Each one would cultivate. Fight. Break through.
And one day, when all returned, his cultivation would become something not even the stars could comprehend.
> Zaxton would not be a system…
He would be a Galaxy.
The Silent Hands of the Star Sovereign
Zaxton had always been a force of legend—warrior, tactician, cultivator, and visionary. But now, with the power of a solar system pulsing in his veins and five living clones orbiting his core cultivation, he understood what it meant to be everywhere and nowhere.
He was no longer bound by form.
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The Altered Five: The Hands of the Hidden Sun
Zaxton stood beneath the starlit canopy of the 5th realm's outermost province, his form cloaked in time-concealing robes. With his hand stretched outward, he summoned the five celestial clones before him. Each radiated power, each one alive with his past and purpose.
But they could not go forth as him. The name "Zaxton" shook cities, sundered sects, and summoned war. Instead, he touched each of them, and with that touch, their appearances shifted:
1. The Dwarf Clone became a young, silver-eyed nomad, lean and sprightly, with the look of an itinerant scholar. He was sent to the First Realm, where he would teach formations, fight hidden corruption, and offer sanctuary to the lost. His name?
"Ashen Vale."
2. The Ringed Dwarf Clone grew into a serene woman with long obsidian hair and moonlit skin, her eyes filled with ancient songs. She was sent to the Second Realm, where spiritual turmoil brewed. She would create sanctuaries, mend fractured souls, and cultivate new soul-based techniques.
She became known as:
"Mistress Selin of the Echoing Veil."
3. The Dual-Ringed Planet Clone became a titan of muscle and fury, marked by war paint and carrying a spear the size of a mountain pillar. To the Third Realm he went, where old sect wars and demonic threats festered. He became a wandering enforcer of balance and a breaker of corrupted sects.
His name echoed as:
"Warlord Kael'torr."
4. The Gas Giant Clone took on the form of a gray-robed elder with starlight in his beard, his presence like the quiet hum of gravity. To the Fourth Realm, where Stellar Bastions were under strain, he would lend calm, power, and strategy.
He became the unseen adviser known only as:
"The Star-Paced Monk."
5. The True Zaxton, hidden in plain sight, remained cloaked in the Blue Constellation Sect as an inner disciple. None suspected that this silent, diligent cultivator was the architect of entire realms' destinies.
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The Eyes That See All
Each clone was imbued with a sliver of true sentience, capable of thought, reflection, and independence. But each remained tethered to Zaxton's Celestial Mind Web—a spiritual thread connecting their senses, thoughts, and breakthroughs directly to him.
Even while meditating in the core of the Fifth Realm, Zaxton could see through Ashen Vale's eyes as he rescued orphans, or feel Kael'torr's fury as he smashed an abyssal cult.
Through this network, Zaxton became the unseen guardian of every realm.
No one knew it was him. No one saw the hand behind the harmony.
But his presence was everywhere—in parables whispered by villagers, in guidance left on mountaintop stones, in lone warriors appearing to shield a city before vanishing once more.
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A Whispered Legacy
The people began to speak of the Five Wandering Saints, mysterious figures who moved from realm to realm, shaping fate and correcting the flow of destiny. Cultivators sought them out. Sects feared their judgment. Mortals offered prayers when the skies turned red.
And Zaxton?
He watched.
He learned.
He grew.
His clones cultivated across the realms. Some trained disciples in secret. Some hunted demons and returned with bodies and insights for the Stellar Codex. Others spent years in silent meditation, studying the changes Zaxton's new laws had brought upon the world.
Every breakthrough, every small step forward by his clones, added to Zaxton's core like drops into a limitless ocean.
He was building an empire of self, the foundation of a realm-defending deity.