Chapter 13 Awakening In The Red Sea

• After dressing up, Jackson moved to the other side of the wardrobe and sank into his office chair. He leaned back with a deep sigh, his mind wandering.
• This morning, he had almost lost control during sex. If he hadn’t reined himself in at the right moment, Miss Alecia would have been in for something far worse than pleasure—torture, maybe even death. Not that she had any idea how close she had come.
• Closing his eyes, he took slow, deep breaths. Inhaling. Exhaling. The sound of his breathing was the only thing breaking the silence in the room.
• Five minutes passed before he opened his eyes again. And when he did… he was somewhere else.
• The world around him was familiar, yet different.
• If his guess was correct, this place existed in the depths of his soul. But unlike before, he wasn’t here as just a wandering consciousness. This time, he had a body.
• (First time of arriving here was during First time of cultivating.)
• His hands, his legs—they moved naturally. But what was this body made of?
• The last time he was here, he had been trapped in deep water like substances, unable to move or command anything. Now, he stood on the water as if on ground—a vast, dark red sea that stretched endlessly in every direction filled his sight. The air was thick with an eerie crimson glow, and a dark sun loomed high in the sky.
• An island floated some distance above him, its presence both inviting and menacing.
• Other than that, it was just him and this sea, an ocean of something too viscous to be real water.
• Yesterday, during combat, Jackson had unlocked his full conscious world when his life was threatened. A world that only those with special innate talent could access—an ability that came with power. Those who mastered it could come and go as they pleased, shaping it in ways ordinary people couldn’t.
• He bent down, reaching for the surface of the red sea.
• His fingers pressed against it, but instead of sinking, the water stretched downward like a dense elastic membrane. When he pulled back, it bounced right back up.
• So, it was impenetrable.
• Or maybe… he was just too weak.
• Somewhere beneath that surface, he could feel it. The aura of that entity. Sleeping, undisturbed.
• Was that fortunate or unfortunate?
• "I need to get stronger," he murmured, clenching his fists. "If I want full control over this world… if I want to reach its peak…"
• And then, he recalled it. The message the entity—or rather, the thing hidden in his bloodline—had given him yesterday.
• ---
• Flashback!!!
• A voice, deep and ancient, had spoken within him.
• "Eighteen years since rebirth, and you're still so weak."
• "Pathetic."
• "I am forcing myself back into hibernation. If I don’t, your bloodline will awaken sipping out of this weak world"
• "—and those greedy Fiend Gods will sense you. They will come. They will devour you."
• "Given your miserable level of power, we both know how that encounter will end."
• "I will suppress and seal your bloodline’s consciousness. They hold memories power, you can use to grow in this weak, limited world and I will leave you with some basic knowledge you will need."
• "The stronger you become, the more memories you can unlock."
• "Remember, you need only two things to grow stronger: battle and sex. Never forget that."
• "For now, I will expose only what you need. As for me? You're too weak to know me."
• ---
• Flashback End!!!
• Even now, Jackson could recall the sheer pressure from that voice. It had felt like eternity itself was speaking to him from thousands of years back or through a different dimension yet at the same time closer to him that he could feel his breath. This made him understood how super powerful he is. He must be at the Supreme Realm or beyond!
• And yet… this same entity had willingly put itself to sleep. Why?
• To hide.
• From the Fiend Gods.
• A group so terrifying, so powerful, that even this ancient being feared them.
• And they would come for him. Sooner or later, they would come.
• The thought of hiding, of being prey, twisted something inside him. His pride rebelled. He would not be some weakling running from powerful beings.
• He needed power.
• His emotions surged—and the world around him reacted.
• The red sea, once still, turned chaotic. Waves rose like mountains. Tsunamis crashed. The sky darkened, the very fabric of this world trembling at his rage.
• Yet, within a ten-meter radius around him, everything remained still. As if the storm itself feared to touch him.
• Taking a breath, he steadied himself. He turned his gaze toward the floating island above.
• He willed himself there.
• And just like that, he was there.
• ---
• Inside the Island
• A dimly lit chamber. High ceilings.
• Two massive cages stood before him, towering into the darkness above.
• The bars, deep purple, pulsating with qi—felt both ancient and indestructible.
• And within them…
• Two things.
• Jackson could barely see them, but he could feel them. Their presence sent a shiver down his spine.
• Then, four orbs of light flickered in the darkness.
• No.
• Eyes.
• Two pairs of deep, crimson eyes stared at him from each cage.
• They studied him—up and down. Measured him. Judged him.
• And then, without a word… they closed. The light vanished.
• They had lost interest.
• Jackson simply smirked.
• With a thought, a throne materialized behind him—crafted from lightning and black flames. His throne.
• He sat like a king, stretching out his right hand toward one of the cages.
• Barely a second later, a strand of purple qi trembled—fighting against its bonds—before it detached and floated toward him.
• Jackson grasped it.
• The moment he did, he felt something connection. This energy belonged to him.
• Yet, at the same time, an opposing force pulled at it.
• And then he lost grip.
• The strand shot back, merging seamlessly with the cage once more.
• Jackson sighed.
• So this was the qi of the entity and his bloodline.
• But the entity had locked his bloodline away. Locked away his access to that qi and locked itself too.
• He still couldn’t gauge its strength. He felt no pressure from it. But it was powerful enough to cage two terrifying beings inside his own soul.
• That said enough.
• Still, he wasn’t leaving empty-handed.
• He had felt something when he pulled at the qi—a tiny fluctuation. They had reacted to him.
• Maybe not much. But it was a start.
• His gaze hardened.
• "Power," he murmured.
• His voice darkened.
• "I need power."
• Power to force women to open their legs.
• Power to make presidents obey.
• Power to break the chains binding him.
• He sat still, watching the cages.
• Seconds passed.
• Nothing happened.
• No response. No movement.
• They disregarded him completely.
• Arrogant bastards.
• Jackson smirked again. He couldn't blame them.
• For now, he was too weak to be worth their time.
• But that would change.
• He would make them acknowledge him.
• One way or another.