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Mind cultivation with an immortal’s cave full of psionic energy was a breeze. That was the point of preparation to make cultivation run smoothly. With enough resources, it wasn’t hard to break through the prenatal realm all in one go. It's why he borrowed the idea of a sub-dimensional space to produce psionic energy in the first place.

Silas knew how to build a space in the natal realm, and his bug collection filled in an important ingredient. The psionic crystal needed thoughts to progress. That’s why his efforts existed in the first place.

The point of mind cultivation was always to add more Dao Eyes and boost his power. So why wouldn’t he build the subspace and get the ball rolling? Kisuke Urahara left behind all the information Silas needed to move forward.

It’s why he stepped out of the psionic immortal’s cave at the initial stage of the natal realm in mind cultivation. He had the power and experience needed to jump to the next realm.

Seals were used to keep a certain density within the immortal’s cave to make mind cultivation the most efficient. After stepping out of the cave, mental calculations for complex formations became infinitely easier.

It took two weeks to leap from a mortal mind to the initial natal stage of mind cultivation. Psychic power radiated from Silas’ body in small green static sparks. While he had no real techniques to multiply his power, there were still the basics.

He lifted a rock with a thought and flattened it until it was smooth. Then with a flick of his wrist, he cast it across the pond.

A catfish with pigmy legs chose that moment to leap from the water and capture a chicken the size of a grown man before quickly backing into the water. Precious herbs littered the ground, each worth their weight in spirit stones to a proper alchemist. Small posted signs littered his farm, marking each field for the plants, fertilizer used, and formations employed. The further data was probably in his immortal’s cave.

Not the secret basement or the secret 4 floors below his secret basement. The information was probably overflowing on his desk in stacks of folders. Two weeks was a long time, especially with over 5 square miles of land to care for.

Having it fenced in barely kept the demon beasts at bay, not to mention the curious soldiers or new cults popping up.

Silas walked into his own palace, where a line of men was waiting to see him. A preacher with a big buckled hat, two golden teeth, and an aura about him blocked his way.

“Methinks thou art old enough to know not to cut in line.”

His flesh puppets, Silas planned to think up a name for them, raised their weapons.

“See that mayhap, I saved thy life. Pray to the good lord that thou learn thy lesson.” The old preacher still touched Silas, and the guards slowly moved their fingers to the trigger.

He gave them a command, and they returned to their former positions. None of the visitors understood what was going on. A demon beast in a human form except for his black curled horns even looked confused.

Silas levitated the man with telekinesis before tossing him out the door at a breakneck speed. The odds were good; something on his farm would eat the old man. Even the precious herbs could be dangerous to the unwary.

He stepped forward, appeared on the other side next to the reception desk, and checked the time. It was still a few hours before Yoshino would be in to hear their complaints.

This administration building was built near the east entrance to his land. It was far away from anything important or any sensitive projects. He planned to build some roads on his land to make travel easier. Unfortunately, the dirt road wasn’t cutting it. Unfortunately, his territory was too big, and he lacked manpower.

“Who art thou?”

“My name is Silas Flex, and I own this territory.”

“This isn’t a territory; it’s a province of the King’s. Thou play a dangerous game, Sirrah. Thy stubbornness will be thy undoing. Rats will feast on thy guts before the king’s men have thou drawn and quartered.” A frock coat-wearing man said.

“Thy king hasn’t been a credible threat in months. Go tell thy king and let him march troops into my land. The bitter price he pays will strengthen me.” Silas said.

“What art thou doing about the demon kings?” Another man asked.

“Who,” Silas didn’t know of any demon kings.

“Many of us art willing to move to thy land and work for thee.”

“After a screening process, thou will only need to sign a book and become members of the Limitless Sect,” Silas said, writing down some thoughts for his to-do list and updates to his research notes.

There were important things to do, like seeing the spider woman and determining the position of the psionic beasts in the psychic subdimension. However, he was still coming up with a name. Getting the sub-dimensions to work had been trouble, but after many debugs, they worked half the time. Of the three he tried, only the psychic subdimension worked.

Perhaps a more specialized approach would come next with some plus souls, humans, and a lust-based spirit crystal. He wanted to see if he could create succubi. Subdimensions seemed to draw their power from nearby spaces. They weren’t limited to his current physical and spiritual macrocosm.

Theoretically, it might be possible to journey to other dimensions by hopping from a subdimension. Creating a subdimension with the conditions needed to travel to a new dimension wasn’t impossible if Silas learned more about the space Dao.

“Sir, I am a representative from the Demon tribe, and I wish to speak with thou about rescuing my ancestor from the human known as King Charles II of England. Mayhap thou knows my ancestor by the name of Oscar.” The goat horned man said.

He nodded to the demon beast Silas’ guards allowed on his land.

For whatever reason, Oscar wasn’t in America any longer. Silas tapped a few light displays behind his desk before a map showed that Oscar was no longer in America. Then, he tapped a few commands using the mirroring formations to deliver a killing blow to the incarnated hollow.

The signal blinked for a moment, then winked out. While the malignant had been useful and an accelerant to his plans, it was less useful than it had been. There were plenty of tools at his disposal and resources to play with. He didn’t need to dump copious amounts of liquid spirit energy into his lake to saturate the land.

The spirit energy concentration was more than enough already, and enough lifeforms were producing all kinds of spiritual energy to fill in the gaps. Moreover, he had enough ivory to last him a dozen lifetimes. A weapon made from the stuff was already in the works; his zanpakuto needed a friend; it was a naked blade with no sheath.

“Don’t worry, thy ancestor won’t be in bondage for much longer if I have anything to say about it,” Silas said.

At the end of the day, Oscar had been a convenient resource to him, an experiment for the wizards and an anomaly for the Shinigami. Politically speaking, if it wasn’t for some old lich from the Grisham family, the Shinigami would have killed Oscar immediately. But that wasn’t his concern any longer.

Silas had remotely killed Oscar in England, possibly in London. The mirror array was good for about 50,000 kilometers, so it could hit anywhere on the planet. Allowing him to put a mirror array on something allowed him to target and attack it from anywhere. Even if he hadn’t killed it immediately, the mirror array guaranteed its death.

After returning to his farm, Silas added multiple additions to the array to keep track of the monster if it was moved. Since it was a continent away, it was the perfect time to kill it and keep his hands clean.

Best of all, the mirror array would blast it with obsidian spirit energy. The monster would be purified, implementing the Shinigami. Silas closed the program and let the light flicker to a note app.

Silas looked over the line of people and thought about who to see next. He pointed at an old man with a buckle hat, practically a clone of the first priest.

“We would like to build a church on thy land and consecrate it in the name of god.”

“Methinks thou should get off my land before I hang thee,” Silas said.

He turned his attention to another demon beast. “Our queen wishes to offer herself to thou in exchange for settlement in thy land.”

Silas raised an eyebrow. “Is she hot?”

“My lord,” The demon asked.

“Is thy queen hot? It was a simple question.” Silas asked.

The demon beast looked relatively human, which was fine. His demon queen was most likely more powerful, which could mean a more human form, or she could look like an animal with uncanny human features.

He doubted the demon beast queen would look very appealing. The demon beast was a wolf demon, so she was most likely similar. The odds weren’t great that she would look like Sesshomaru’s mother.

Yoshino entered the building dressed for the occasion and took one look at the crowd before letting out a breathy sigh. “Did thou need to fill in for me before my shift began?” Yoshino asked.

They made their way to the back behind soundproofing formations. Many rooms on his property had them in at least one room, and many had them built into the walls. Many barns were littering his land with experiments within. Many of those experiments included false light and particular herbs. Still, when he pulled up a mandrake and had his eardrums blown out, soundproofing was implemented across the board.

“Mayhap I came for an empty notebook and was interrupted by these petitioners,” Silas said.

“Is that why the lake fish art feasting on long pig?” Yoshino said.

“His occupation offends me. Art they becoming a sect. I would love to wipe them out if so. Methinks, I will wait until they develop their techniques before scouring them from my continent. Let the old country have its old religions; we need none here.”

The demon beasts actually seemed to like what he was saying. “Then how will the people defend themselves from the demonic?”

“With faith in mankind and our ingenuity, there art none who can defeat us,” Silas said.

“Could thou stop stalling? The carriage is prepared, rugged stallions will lead it, mounted men will be thy envoy, and my husband will join thee.” Yoshino said.

“Even Kisuke, Yoruichi, and Soifon have come to join me and witness my marriage to Mary Grisham. I thought this day wouldn’t come. Tying myself to the Grisham family has many advantages but many disadvantages. How will she get along with my other concubines? How will she ferret out our secrets to John, and are spells worth the trouble?” Silas said.

The answer was yes; spells were worth the trouble. They were basically ki-based techniques numbered in power. Soifon promised him a book of kido to practice, and he couldn’t wait to mix and match the spells. There were many, and each number had other spells in the same number.

In all honesty, he could use some kido or magic to bolster his offensive power while he waits to go up the ranks and jump to the next realm.

“I can’t leave until I take care of one more thing.”

Silas stepped out of the administration building and saw a Chinese dragon fly across the sky until it bumped into a barrier from his fence. If he couldn’t tell by its aura, its black scales, red eyes, and white horns proved it was a demon beast.

Out of a storage ring, he opened up four boxes, each containing a Dao Eye. Six floating structures danced around him, expanding his insight by leaps and bounds. A dragon was present; it was time to see what Dao Insights he could glean. What was one more chore before he visited the spider woman and then left to marry Mary?