The world of planet Volki was a cultivation-driven world without much of a focus on technology. It could even be said that this planet's civilization was still in its middle-ages.
Planet Volki's overall strength was split between two Spirit Transformation experts. With the newest of the two experts not willing to keep being a subordinate of the old one, he rallied his forces and started an all-out war.
The reason the alliance allowed Acheron to take the mission as a Nascent Soul cultivator was in order for him to perform a show of force. Wouldn't the leader of this planet submit more easily if he was aware of how strong a mere Nascent Soul cultivator from the alliance was? The alliance was confident in a Banyan Sect disciple's strength.
Acheron, having already landed, immediately sets off towards the nearby battlefield. He was merely thirty minutes away from it.
As he reaches his destination, he stops on the outskirts and begins to inspect the battlefield. The two lords of this continent clearly didn't intend to duke it out together. They would rather sacrifice others for the sake of their safety.
Currently six Nascent Soul cultivators, three on each side, were commanding armies of lower realm cultivators to war against each other. Each side had at least a hundred Revolving Core cultivators.
'This is more than enough for the second genetic lock.' thought Acheron before springing into action.
Although the 'Banyan Devil Combat Art' was strong, he didn't dare to use it on these cultivators. After all, it might lessen his spoils of war. He didn't know what effect it would have on the system life force absorption process.
Regardless, just the movements of the technique paired with 'Eldrich Illusion Art' were more than enough for this bunch.
Acheron started off with a kick, aimed straight at the head of one of the Nascent Soul cultivators, bursting it open like a watermelon.
Immediately after, he aims a hand at the large force made up of thousands of middle Earthly Shackles cultivators and lower.
Closing the palm of his hand, thousands of bodies explode in a glorious display of carnage. He killed them indiscriminately, regardless of which lord they belonged to.
Most of the foot soldiers stopped battling and began retreating without even having to receive an order. They were all terrified.
The other five Nascent Soul cultivators, after standing still from shock for awhile, begin attacking Acheron desperately. How could they explain such great losses to their lords?
'I've already gotten enough sacrifices. It's time to send a message and leave.'
Killing three more Nascent Soul warriors using a few punches and kicks, Acheron orders the remaining two to send a message to their superiors. If they don't agree to come where he ordered them to, he would keep interrupting their battlefields and massacre their soldiers until they agree.
Soon after, Acheron was sitting down in a forest far away from the battlefield, ready to break the second genetic lock.
"Host name: Acheron"
"Race: Human"
"Genetic Locks Broken: One"
"Life Force Gathered: 100%"
Acheron willed the beginning of the second genetic lock breaking. As he sat on the cold grass, he finally began to feel the pain of the lock breaking.
His body became like a black hole, endlessly devouring the various energies in a radius of a few kilometers, turning the region surrounding him into a barren place devoid of Qi.
If anyone were to look at him through Life Sense right now, they would feel as if they were staring at a blazing sun of vitality.
The process took more than an hour. As soon as it was done, Acheron began laughing maniacally.
Thus, Acheron regained his past life memories. Overwhelmed with joy, he bursts out into another fit of crazed laughter. After calming down those waves of emotions, Acheron decides to contemplate his next moves.
After finding out how meagre his knowledge about the surrounding universe is, he realizes that his first step should be to understand the Mona Galaxy. Or better yet, the various powers present in this galaxy. His previous self was still an inexperienced boy of about twenty years old after all. It isn't abnormal that he missed out on such crucial details.
Associating with more than one power is paramount for one's development. The previous Acheron would've basically kept drifting from force to force, unaware of the possibility of taking advantage of more than a force at once. There was also the fact that the former Acheron wasn't paying enough attention to the Divine Source System's main function, his greatest edge over others. From now on, breaking genetic locks will be the top priority for Acheron.
Another thing that irked Acheron was that he still wasn't aware of any of the cultivation stages after Planetary Subduing stage.
He also thought that the Magus cultivation path is a bit strange and limiting. Regardless, it wouldn't hurt to keep continuing down this path. At most, he would have more power to use. Though its cultivation speed was ridiculously slow, at least before breaking the second genetic lock.
As for the Conqueror's Domination bloodline, Acheron wanted to rush over to the Torus Empire and take it right now. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure whether he would be able to kill a Heavenly Tribulation realm cultivator yet.
After sorting out his thoughts about the surrounding universe, he decides to check out his evolved body.
Unlike before breaking the second genetic lock, his body stopped having a ridiculous weight. It was practically weightless now, though still brimming with physical power.
Obviously, it has somehow switched its need of physical nutrition to merely relying on Qi. He even felt he didn't have to breathe in air anymore. Something that was supposed to happen only at the Planetary Subduing stage of strength, at the Mortal Termination realm of cultivation.
In regards to the third genetic lock, he figured he needed to kill at least a million normal humans. The requirements for the other genetic locks would only keep getting crazier and crazier.
Thankfully, although it didn't feel too good to massacre millions of people, it didn't feel too bad either. He might as well get this over with while he was still on this non-space-age planet which nobody cared about.
Though once he made the deal required for the mission with one of the lords of this continent, information about his massacre would most likely get out into the universe through the ones that were supposed to collect the tribute from this place.
Even though this would give him a bad reputation, he didn't mind. Immediate increase in strength was what he was looking for. Now he had to choose between a bad mark on his mission or a bad reputation in the galaxy. He naturally picked the former.
He could take more missions, but he couldn't easily recover his reputation if news of this got out. He might even be expelled from the alliance. Making up his mind, he proceeded to the meeting location, filled with murderous intent.