The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 596

Alex stepped back into his hut after leaving the library, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud. The silence wrapped around him, but his mind refused to rest.

Three months.

That was all the time he had.

And it wasn’t enough.

There were still too many techniques, too many fragments of martial knowledge buried in the library that he hadn’t even touched yet. If he tried to learn everything the normal way, he would fall behind—far behind.

His gaze hardened.

There was only one way.

“The fastest path… is through sleep. Through meditation.”

When the mind slips into a dreamlike state, time bends.

Three months in the real world… could become thirty months inside the dream.

A faint breath escaped his lips as the thought settled in.

“I have to survive.”

“I’m not dying here.”

Not in a place where countless others were stronger than him. Not when he hadn’t even begun to climb.

“I won’t be distracted. And no one… will be allowed to distract me.”

With that, Alex reached into his storage and pulled out a pile of spiritual stones—nearly thirty of them. One by one, he placed them around the hut, forming a precise pattern on the ground.

Each stone settled into position like a piece of a larger puzzle.

A formation.

As the final stone dropped into place, the entire array pulsed faintly—then came alive.

A soft hum filled the air.

Energy surged through the pattern, linking each stone together until a translucent dome formed around the hut, sealing it off from the outside world.

Sound could not enter.

Presence could not penetrate.

As long as the spiritual stones held their power… no one would break through.

Alex exhaled slowly, looking around at the barrier with quiet satisfaction.

“The library… really does have everything.”

Then, without hesitation, he stepped inside, shut the door, and sat down.

His eyes closed.

And he sank into meditation.

—

Two days later.

A group of thirty disciples finally arrived at the remote corner of the sect.

They had spent days searching—until Li Qingxue finally sent people to give them his location.

One of them frowned as he looked around the desolate area.

“How is he staying all the way out here? This is the farthest, most isolated part of the disciple grounds.”

Another let out a dry laugh. “If I remember right… this place is usually reserved for the worst troublemakers.”

“Yeah,” a third added, glancing around uneasily. “The last time someone stayed here was twenty years ago. And even then, they didn’t last long. Everyone who ends up here eventually leaves… or disappears into obscurity.”

“No wonder no one’s heard of him,” someone muttered.

They continued forward, their steps slowing as something subtle began to shift.

“Wait.”

One of the disciples stopped abruptly, his expression tightening.

“…Do you feel that?”

The others paused.

At first, there was only silence.

Then—

“…The energy.”

Another disciple inhaled sharply, his chest rising as if the air itself had grown heavier.

“It’s getting denser.”

“Not just denser,” someone added, voice lowering. “It’s still increasing…”

A ripple of unease passed through the group.

They quickened their pace, eyes scanning their surroundings with growing caution.

Then one of them suddenly pointed ahead.

“…Do peach trees grow like that?”

The others followed his gaze.

And froze.

In front of them stood a peach tree—massive, towering, utterly unnatural. Its trunk was thick beyond reason, its branches sprawling wide like it had grown for centuries.

It didn’t belong here.

It didn’t look normal.

It looked… wrong.

“Hey…” one of the disciples whispered, his voice tight with disbelief. “Have you ever seen an earth spiritual ginseng leaf this big?”

No one answered.

Because the longer they looked, the more stunned they became.

Every herb. Every plant.

Things they had only ever seen in small, precious amounts after decades of growth… now stood before them in monstrous proportions.

Oversized. Thriving. Abundant.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” another muttered, stepping closer, his eyes scanning the garden. “How can all these spiritual herbs and fruits grow like this?”

“Forget the size,” a third said, lowering his voice. “Don’t you feel it?”

They all paused.

The air.

“…The energy here is at least ten times denser than our place.”

Silence fell over the group.

Then, slowly—almost unconsciously—they moved deeper into the garden, drawn toward its center.

Toward the hut.

One disciple stepped forward, swallowing hard before cupping his fists.

“Brother Jun Jiu,” he called out loudly. “We came here… to ask for your forgiveness.”

The words echoed faintly across the garden.

But—

No response.

They waited.

A minute.

Five.

Ten.

Still nothing.

The disciple frowned, then raised his voice, shouting again—louder this time.

“Brother Jun Jiu! Please, hear us!”

Again.

And again.

Every ten minutes, his voice rang out, growing more desperate, more strained.

Hours passed.

The sun shifted across the sky.

Still—

Nothing.

Finally, one of them couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped forward, approaching the hut cautiously.

Then—

He stopped.

His hand lifted, reaching out into empty air—

And hit something.

An unseen barrier.

His eyes widened.

“…There’s something here.”

The others rushed forward.

He pressed his palm against the invisible surface, feeling the resistance.

“This… this is an invisible wall. A protection formation.”

“What?” another exclaimed, immediately stepping in to examine it. His expression quickly changed.

“…He’s right. It’s a defensive array. And not just that—there’s soundproofing built into it.”

A heavy realization settled over them.

“That means…” someone said slowly, “…he can’t hear us.”

“And we can’t get in,” another finished grimly.

The group fell silent.

“So… what do we do now?” one of them finally asked.

A bitter laugh slipped out from another.

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