Awakening of the Mind Sovereign
Chapter 60: Is this… the true peak? - (1)

Chapter 60: Is this... the true peak? - (1)

The place he had landed in was nothing like the floating city above.

It was dark. Cracked. The air was heavy, suffocating.

A wasteland of ruins, where only the failures of this realm lived.

Echo saw them beings that had once sought greatness but had fallen short.

Some had lost limbs.Some had gone insane.Some had simply given up, letting their bodies rot away.

And now, he was one of them.

A voice echoed behind him.

"A new one, huh?"

Echo turned to see a ragged man approaching. His clothes were torn, his face sunken, but his eyes—

His eyes were still burning with something fierce.

"You must’ve been somebody before you got here," the man said, crouching beside him.

"But here?"

The man smirked, shaking his head.

"You’re nobody."

Echo didn’t speak.

He didn’t need to.

His mind was already racing, analyzing his situation.

No power. No resources. No allies.

But he had one thing.

His will.

No matter how far he had fallen

He would climb back up.

Even if it took him a thousand years.

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Echo stood at the edge of the Void Field, staring into the abyss before him.

It wasn’t just darkness.

It wasn’t just emptiness.

It was nothingness.

No energy. No food. No water.

No hope.

The moment he stepped inside, there would be no escape.

The ragged man from before crossed his arms, smirking.

"This is where they throw the ones who think they can climb back up."

Echo didn’t flinch. "And how many survive?"

The man chuckled. "None."

Silence.

Echo turned back to the abyss, his fists clenching.

He had no power. No strength.

But he was still here.

And if there was one thing Echo refused to do

It was die before reaching the top.

Without another word, he stepped forward

And vanished into the Void.

The Moment He Entered...

Cold.

Not the cold of winter.Not the cold of space.It was deeper absolute.

His body felt numb.

His mind felt distant.

Even time felt meaningless here.

Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days.

Everything blurred together.

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The First Three Days

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At first, he tried to move.

But in the Void Field, there was no ground to walk on.

There was nothing to touch, nothing to breathe, nothing to grasp.

And worst of all

No energy.

Not even the tiniest spark.

It was as if his very soul was dissolving, bit by bit.

But Echo clenched his teeth.

He wouldn’t lose himself.

If he couldn’t move he would wait.If he couldn’t breathe he would endure.

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The Tenth Day

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His body was starting to give in.

His mind was slipping.

Hunger, thirst, exhaustion these things didn’t exist here.

Because even those were luxuries.

Here, there was only nothingness.

And nothingness was the greatest enemy of all.

It wanted to erase him.

To make him forget who he was.

To make him disappear.

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The Twentieth Day

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Echo didn’t know if he was still awake.

Did he even have a body anymore?

Or was he just a thought drifting in an empty sea?

There was no sound.

No sensation.

No anything.

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The Twenty-Fifth Day

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He started seeing things.

Memories.

Faces.

His past.

His rise to power.

His fall.

His endless struggle.

And the question that had haunted him since the beginning

Why had no one reached the Fifth World?

For the first time since entering the Void Field

A small, exhausted smile

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The Thirtieth Day

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Then

Something changed.

A crack.

A faint, almost imperceptible shift in the Void.

For thirty days, the Void had swallowed him whole.

But now, it rejected him.

Because he had endured.

Because he had not broken.

Because he had not given up.

The Void spat him out.

And Echo

Opened his eyes.

When he awoke, he was lying on the cold ground outside the Void Field.

The ragged man was staring at him in shock.

Others had gathered, murmuring.

No one had ever lasted thirty days.

No one had ever come back.

But Echo sat up, his eyes filled with something new.

Something the Void Field had taught him.

A power that had no name yet.

He exhaled slowly

And smirked.

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Darkness.

Silence.

Echo drifted through the endless abyss, his consciousness hanging by a thread.

Time had lost all meaning.

Had it been days? Weeks?

He no longer knew.

His mind was fracturing.

His memories were slipping away, dissolving like dust in the wind.

A thought echoed in his head

Is this how it ends?

The once-mighty necromancer, the ruler of armies, reduced to nothing?

His fists clenched, but even that simple action felt distant like it belonged to someone else.

He had nothing left.

No magic.No strength.No will.

This place was consuming him, erasing him piece by piece.

But then

Something stirred.

Deep inside him.

A spark.

A whisper of something that had never existed before.

It wasn’t his old power.

Something raw.

Something pure.

It surged through his veins like fire, filling the empty spaces left behind.

For the first time in day weeks he felt alive.

He gasped, his mind snapping back into focus.

His fingers twitched.

His body weak, drained, broken responded.

Echo gritted his teeth, fighting against the crushing weight of the Void.

And then, for the first time since entering this abyss

He moved.

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It wasn’t much.

A single step.

But in the Void Field, even a single step was impossible.

Yet, he had done it.

A second step followed.

Then a third.

His body felt different lighter, faster, stronger.

This new power wasn’t borrowed from the world.

It wasn’t taken from death or souls.

It was his.

It belonged to no one but him.

And it was growing.

With every step, the Void pushed back, trying to crush him again.

But he refused to stop.

The darkness trembled.

The nothingness shuddered.

For the first time, the Void Field had met someone who would not be erased.

Thirty days.

That was the rule.

But Echo wasn’t just surviving anymore.

He was fighting back.

The abyss that had swallowed thousands before him...

It was afraid.

The whispers of past souls echoed in the emptiness.

The Void tried to pull him down again.

But Echo’s new power burned through it like a raging fire.

His eyes snapped open.

A grin spread across his face.

"This is my power now."

A single pulse of energy erupted from his core.

The Void shattered.

And in the blink of an eye

He was free.

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He collapsed to his knees on solid ground.

For a moment, all he could do was breathe.

The world around him was spinning.

The cold air of reality stung his skin.

He was back.

A group of figures stood before him, staring in silent shock.

The ragged man from before took a step forward, his expression unreadable.

"Impossible..." he muttered.

"You... you actually came back."

The others murmured in disbelief.

It had never been done.

No one had ever walked out of the Void Field alive.

But Echo wasn’t just alive.

He was changed.

Stronger.

Faster.

Something new.

He slowly stood up, rolling his shoulders.

The power inside him hadn’t faded.

If anything

It was still growing.

He met the ragged man’s eyes.

"So," he said, his voice calm but firm.

"What’s next?"