Heavenly Opposers

The hum of the Realm Scrapper's advanced energy conduits was Azrail's constant companion, a subtle thrum that permeated the training room, enriching the air with perfectly pure Qi. This was no ordinary chamber; Nayan, the mad scientist now his loyal servant, had meticulously crafted it to simulate any environment and provide an unmatched cultivation experience, capable of withstanding battles between Heavenly Saint Realms. Here, amidst flashing plasma displays and energy conduits pulsing with Qi-infused power, Azrail sought to refine his multifaceted powers, aiming for a grand "Symphony Connected".

Azrail, now 11 years old but with the wisdom of multiple lives, sat cross-legged on the polished obsidian floor, his breath light and steady as he began. His primary focus for this session was to bring all his disparate energies to a harmonious level, followed by their individual refinement. He knew his path was unique, forged by his lineage as the Prince of Death, the legacy of the Omega Asura's Wrath, and the unparalleled insights gained from his past lives and skills.

The air in the Realm Scrapper's dedicated training chamber shimmered, a testament to the concentrated, purified energy Nayan had meticulously channeled into the space. Azrail, a young figure with eyes that held the depth of ancient cosmos, settled into a meditative stance. He was perched on a floating obsidian platform, designed to absorb and redistribute any excess energy, preventing even the slightest disruption to the chamber's intricate balance. Plasma displays flickered across the walls, momentarily projecting swirling galaxies, then ancient battlefields, before settling on a serene, boundless void – a reflection of Azrail's inner landscape.

'All-Seer, initiate Omega Protocol, Phase One: Inferno's Heart,' Azrail's thoughts echoed, a silent command directed at the sentient entity residing within his soul.

[Affirmative, Master. Commencing Omega Asura's Wrath sequence. Energy parameters adjusting for primordial flame exposure.] the All-Seer responded, its voice a calm, analytical hum in his mind.

Immediately, the ambient Qi in the chamber, already purer than anything found in the realms above, began to convert, coalescing into churning rivers of Fire Qi. Azrail felt it, not as oppressive heat, but as a homecoming. His cultivation of the Omega Asura's Wrath technique, a legacy born of vengeance, had granted him perfect control over fire and an aura that made him innately approachable to all things flame.

He envisioned the verses of his divine-rank cultivation technique: 'The path of the fire is to burn but the path of the fire Asura is to do what no other fire could do, fire could be the heat that warms you and at the same time it could be the weapon that burns you to ash'. Around him, eleven ethereal fire circles manifested, each one a dormant echo of the unique flames residing within his soulscape. Two of these, the purple and the black, pulsed with an awakened, vibrant energy.

"Astrid, Persefone, start a small dance, if you can, please," Azrail murmured, his focus sharpening.

From within his being, two beautiful, sparkling flames burst forth. The first, a regal purple, swirled with an elegant grace, embodying nobility, power, and spirituality. This was Astrid, the purple flame, capable of burning darkness and shadows, and prone to pouting if not acknowledged. The second, a deadly, dark black, radiated an aura of death and destruction. This was Persefone, the black flame, which had drastically increased his affinity to death.

Both flames, possessing the thought processes of four-year-olds but radiating extreme majesty, immediately began their characteristic dance, each seemingly trying to outdo the other with majestic displays of aura. Azrail indulged them for a moment, letting their raw power fill the space. He observed how Astrid's purple hues could form a beautiful, regal cloak around him, while Persefone's deep blackness hinted at the primordial Death Qi it could generate.

'Enough, children. Harmony, not competition,' Azrail mentally chided, and the flames, though still exuding their majestic presence, settled into a synchronized orbit around him, a testament to his burgeoning authority. He felt their unique personalities, their sentient evolution a constant surprise.

He then shifted, channeling the technique's Flame Mimicry. With a thought, his form blurred, becoming insubstantial, almost like the Void Flame itself. He darted across the chamber, leaving behind ethereal afterimages, an exercise in speed and spatial manipulation. Then, drawing on the Shadowflame's properties, his presence dimmed, becoming almost invisible to the advanced sensors Nayan had installed. This was more than mere illusion; it was a temporary, elemental phase-shift, a direct application of his evolving dominion over all flames.

"Initiate Infernal Form sequence," Azrail commanded, his voice now imbued with a deeper, resonant power.

The eleven flames, including the nine still awaiting awakening, roared within him. His body began to transform, merging with the very essence of fire. Crimson symbols, faint at first, then blazing with the power of an Asura, appeared on his forehead. He became a living inferno, radiating immense heat that warped the air around him. His skin took on a fiery glow, eyes burning with vengeful power, hair turning to streaks of black and purple. This was a partial activation of his Infernal Form, a glimpse of the vengeful god he was destined to become. With a surge of will, he manifested an Infernal Domain. The pristine training room warped, its plasma walls now reflecting swirling rivers of lava and jagged obsidian mountains piercing a sky of ash and embers, subjecting any imaginary opponent to the wrath of Omega Asura.

'This power is terrifying. My path of the Omega Asura, a power of sheer might and attack, is undeniably potent. The eleven flames will make me more than a one-man army,' Azrail mused, observing the fiery transformation of his surroundings.

As the Infernal Domain receded, Azrail turned his attention to another colossal aspect of his power: the Cosmic Sword Domain Assimilation. He reached out with his senses, feeling the connection to the domain bequeathed by Torez. Deep within him, millions of different swords appeared, floating and ready to kill. These were not mere weapons; they were sentient blades forged from realms themselves, capable of cutting through anything.

He closed his eyes, his new physique, combining his original flexibility with an evolving sword talent, tingling. He was born a dual-sword wielder, naturally left-handed, a fact few knew. Now, he summoned two ethereal blades, one in each hand, shimmering with cosmic energy. These weren't yet the Blade of Worlds, but echoes of their power. He moved, practicing complex forms, his body twisting at impossible angles, deflecting phantom attacks, his movements fluid and precise. He focused on Dimensional Blade Mastery Integration, envisioning slicing through spatial barriers, creating reality rifts, and seamlessly traversing dimensions. The blades hummed in response, becoming extensions of his will.

'My body is changing, adapting to wield these swords with unseen talent. The domain itself is reshaping me. Sword-worshiping idiots would die with envy,' he thought, a predatory glint in his eyes. He knew that reaching true control meant earning the swords' loyalty, not just possessing them.

Next, Azrail delved into his Soul Power and Mental Power, realms where he held near-omniscient control. He needed to integrate these, not just use them separately. He focused on the concept of "Symphony Connected", where soul energy would act as the smoothing component, harmonizing his diverse energies.

He activated [Mind Split], allowing portions of his brain to operate independently. One part maintained a watchful eye over his internal energy flows, another began to weave complex mental constructs within his mental realm. His mental realm, which was once barely the size of a living room, had expanded significantly, now allowing him to do anything within it, from conjuring luxurious environments to manifesting seductive beauties. Now, he used it to simulate intricate scenarios, battling imaginary foes that mimicked ancient beings he knew, testing the limits of his new powers.

He then pulled forth pure soul energy, generated from the remnants of the souls he had devoured. This pure energy, capable of driving soul cultivators mad with desire, pulsed in his hands. He began to sculpt it, not into ethereal warriors as he might with the eleven flames, but into intricate shields, woven from the very essence of souls. This provided a versatile defensive force, adaptable to any situation.

'The unique adaptability of soul energy is the answer to connecting all my powers. It will be the conductor's baton, orchestrating a symphony of destruction,' Azrail mused, feeling the subtle shifts within his core.

He then considered Devourer of Souls. While not a direct training method in this moment, the memory of its power reminded him of its potential. He could swallow a soul, gaining its entire desire, power, existence, experiences, and skills. This broken skill was a shortcut to understanding any technique, be it spiritual or martial, simply by consuming a master's soul. He used this skill to acquire the Sovereign Mind Bind, a forbidden art for complete mental dominance, and the World Spirit control, Distort.

'Each new power will take a long time for me to keep growing, not to mention I still have the conditions for evolving'