I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 396

Jonathan honed in on the strands of the nutrients, directing their focus onto a hundred of his brain cells.

Those one hundred brain cells eagerly absorbed the intricate nourishment, greedily taking it in and reveling in its effects. Jonathan could sense that the brain cells started to strengthen, evolve, and even transform rapidly. That was how the sensation of developing the cerebral domain felt like.

Upon reaching the first level of the Divine Master realm, Jonathan experienced an enhanced sense of concentration, although it could not yet be classified as mana. At this stage, one could utilize their spiritual power to perceive their surroundings and even exert control over small creatures like ants.

Legend had it that in ancient times, spiritual fighters possessed such a commanding aura that ants could be guided to write characters according to their thoughts, exemplifying this profound principle.

At the second level of the Divine Master realm, one's spiritual energy continued to strengthen. At that stage, one could use their gaze to directly intimidate and bewilder ordinary opponents. They could even transmit their thoughts directly into the minds of others. Through the power of their gaze, they could effectively transmit their thoughts into the minds of others.

Upon reaching the third level, one's spiritual energy could be somewhat considered as mana.

At this point, one could materialize their mana and project it outward. For instance, even within the confines of a house, a person could project their mana and gain a clear perception of objects within a radius of a hundred meters.

However, the mana would dissipate beyond that distance.

At the fourth and fifth levels, one could freely manipulate their mana. At these stages, mana would become a manifestation of one's own power. It could create powerful force fields, directly attack the cerebral domains of enemies, establish a connection with magical weapons, and utilize flying swords to kill.

With each breakthrough, the mana would grow stronger and stronger. By the time one reached the Immortal Stage, the mana would become powerful enough to form an independent primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit in The Void could materialize a physical body using its potent thoughts. That could be achieved by condensing the magnetic field, molecules, and other elements.

Of course, these were all beyond what Jonathan was experiencing at that point.

What Jonathan was experiencing was slightly different. Following the development of Jonathan's brain cells, the spiritual energy they generated began to stimulate his cerebral domain. This spiritual power naturally converged inward, permeating his entire body.

His spiritual energy had once again activated and invigorated his body's cells.

The cells within his body continued to undergo profound evolution.

Though the evolution of his cells had previously reached its limit, the infusion of spiritual energy brought about a remarkable transformation, influencing the reshaping of his flesh and bones.

That was the process of harnessing mana and channeling it into a formidable combat force.

The mana produced by this unique bloodline was exclusively dedicated to further enhancing the

development of his body's cells and augmenting his physical strength!

Jonathan could already imagine how his body would grow stronger as he progressed.

It bore a resemblance to Wretched's extraordinary body, although Wretched possessed innate mutations that allowed for limitless cellular evolution.

In contrast, the progress of Jonathan's bloodline was much slower.

Nevertheless, with his enhanced physique, he would find it considerably easier to confront high-level experts in the Divine Master realm.

Warriors in the Divine Master realm sounded intimidating, but in truth, it was an awkward state to be in. Their physical body reached its peak and could no longer advance, while their mana remained relatively weak, incapable of completely overpowering opponents.

After Jonathan had fully integrated the transformative effects of the nourishment, his cultivation surged directly to the second level of the Divine Master realm.

The rapid progress was astonishing.

As his blood altered his physique, his cerebral domain also grew stronger.

Jonathan knew his cerebral domain would be able to resist the attack of ordinary spiritual waves in no time.

It was already the second day since the transformation began.

In just one more day, the initial refinement of his bloodline would be completed. From then on, Jonathan and Simon would no longer need to feed on the blood of girls.

Of course, consuming their blood would still have its benefits, but their survival no longer relied on it.

As dawn broke, Jonathan fretted over the fate of Lesley. Is he alive or dead?

Jonathan was certain that Lesley would never resort to killing, but without feeding on blood, survival seemed impossible. Has he already met his demise and turned into ashes?

Jonathan could not fathom the answer, clinging to hope that a miracle would intervene. Yet, he understood the slim odds of such an occurrence. Miracles in life are a rarity, and I shouldn't set my hopes too high.

Soon, Elijah entered Jonathan's room, sharing the same concern for Lesley's well-being and expressing a desire to search for him.

Jonathan let out a sigh and said, “All right. Let's go and find him.”

Thirty minutes later, Jonathan and Elijah bid farewell to Beatrix and Mabel and departed from Protector Condominium in their car.

“Where do you think Lesley would go?” Elijah asked Jonathan, who was sitting behind the steering wheel.

In a suppressed voice, Jonathan said, “Eastsummer has its back facing Alberbridge Range. Lesley doesn't want to harm innocent people, but he probably fears losing control of himself. Therefore, he would likely head to the range. However, the mountain range is vast, and we have no idea where to start searching. For now, all we can do is give our best and leave it to fate. I hope the heavens will keep Lesley safe from harm.”

The scorching sun beat down mercilessly, casting its fiery glow upon Alberbridge Range.

Jonathan and Elijah left their car behind, their search devoid of direction as the mountain range sprawled endlessly before them.

Searching for someone in such an expansive area felt like searching for a needle in a haystack.

There was a possibility Jonathan had not shared with Elijah—if Lesley had indeed reached the mountains and his condition started to deteriorate, it would lead to a grim outcome.

If such a scenario were to occur, Lesley's body would be consumed by flames and reduced to ashes, with no trace left behind. The evening mountain breeze would carry away the remnants, leaving nothing to be found. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

So what had become of Lesley now?

Beneath the searing rays of the sun, Lesley opened his eyes.

At one in the afternoon, the sun reached its peak intensity.

As Lesley opened his eyes, he was immediately blinded by the piercing sunlight.

His thoughts quickly regained clarity, and he sat up in an instant.

“I'm still alive?” Lesley scanned his surroundings, realizing he was still on the mountain range.

Lesley's gaze fell upon his hand, which had been tightly pinched and bitten by the black scorpion. To his astonishment, his hand was fully healed. How is it possible?

What surprised Lesley the most was his abnormal regenerative capabilities.

Lesley wasted no time in circulating his energy throughout his body, and to his relief, he discovered that his turbulent blood had subsided.

Lesley discovered that he had reached the Divine Master level when he was unconscious. This transformation was undoubtedly attributed to the nourishment he received from the black scorpion's blood.

The transition from the Celestial Soul realm to the Divine Master realm was a monumental gap, one that many experts struggled to bridge throughout their entire lives.

Yet, Lesley achieved this remarkable advancement in his state of semi-consciousness after a mere nap.

At that point, everything that had happened felt surreal to him. Is the blood of the black scorpion purer and more potent than that of girls?

Lesley was quite confounded. However, amidst his confusion, Lesley could not help but feel a surge of

excitement at the prospect of enhancing his power by obtaining more of those scorpions.

Above all, he could also stop Simon from resorting to indiscriminate killing.

The discovery got Lesley elated beyond words.

Overjoyed by the discovery, Lesley embarked on a search throughout the vast mountain range.

Despite being physically fit, Lesley's search yielded no results after hours under the scorching sun.

The exhaustive search took a toll on him, and discomfort started creeping in.

He had no choice but to close his eyes and carry out a somatic self-observation.

Somatic self-observation was a process that allowed one to perceive one's internal organs and bodily functions clearly with closed eyes.

Doing so could allow experts to examine all their internal organs clearly.

Lesley immediately sensed something was amiss as dark toxins accumulated above his elixir field.

The toxins fiercely permeated outward from his elixir field, causing his organs to function sluggishly.

He had to endure waves of excruciating pain as if he was being pierced by countless needles.

Lesley groaned in agony, acutely aware that if the toxins reached his organs, they would deteriorate, leading to a fatal outcome.

Apparently, the blood of the black scorpion was poisonous!

His hopes of using the scorpion to aid Simon proved to be nothing but a fantasy. I'm afraid I still can't avoid the fate of a tragic demise.

A sense of desolation overwhelmed him.

Despite nightfall, Lesley pressed on.

He continued walking, even though he was uncertain of his destination or purpose.

Nevertheless, he remained determined to battle against the gradually invading toxins in his body.

Lesley diligently applied techniques to suppress and slow down the spread of the toxins. However, deep down, he harbored the knowledge that his efforts would be in vain unless some unforeseen intervention occurred within the next three days.

During the moment when he was on the verge of self-immolation earlier, a black scorpion inexplicably appeared and saved his life. Would there be more miracles to come? But how often do miracles happen in this world?

With a bitter smile, Lesley acknowledged that he had been deceiving himself. Perhaps, this is my retribution. An innocent girl died because of me, so fate has condemned me to be tormented and slowly killed by these toxins instead of granting me a peaceful death.

Meanwhile, Jonathan found the night to be equally challenging to endure.

It was the third day, signifying the final day of their transformation. After today, his blood would reach full maturity, freeing him from the control of fresh blood.

Jonathan departed from Protector Condominium, venturing out on his own. Before long, he arrived at a deserted open area.

It was, in fact, a road, but at that moment, there was no one in sight.

No streetlights illuminated the surroundings either.

“Come out, Simon,” Jonathan called out into The Void.

As he uttered those words, Simon emerged from behind, clasping a lady tightly by his side.

The lady had already lost consciousness.

Jonathan and Simon paid no attention to the lady's appearance. It was of little importance to them.

Locking eyes, Jonathan observed that Simon had attained the sixth level of the Divine Master realm. His rapid progress in cultivation over the past few days was nothing short of astounding.

Similarly, Jonathan himself had made remarkable strides in his own cultivation.

“I've never been a virtuous person. I have taken the lives of many regardless of whether they were good or bad and young or old. Even the elderly on the brink of death were not spared,” Simon uttered. “So, Jonathan, I'll shoulder all the sins. Neither you nor Lesley are capable of committing such atrocities.”

Jonathan's voice grew solemn as he spoke. “To achieve great success, it's not uncommon to sacrifice people's lives. Yet, I yearn to make a positive impact without resorting to evil deeds. What an ironic predicament. Simon, I'm grateful for your support and everything you've done. However, I can't just pretend I'm not responsible for the death of those girls whose blood I've consumed. They're my victims. I can no longer tell the world I've done nothing wrong. Simon, I'm burdened with guilt!”