His soul was basically in the hands of another being.
Who was it?
He didn't know.
It turned out there was a deep secret behind that formation, and how could it not?
A formation that could help anyone reach the peak of the warlock in just a few days, it was bound to have some complications.
Most of them didn't care because they were getting benefits.
Unlike Tyler the Enforcer, Eon the Tyrant allowed all of the Inner Family Members to enter the formation.
But he also established another rule, or rather reestablished the rule.
Every fifty years, his sons would battle each other. He had twenty-seven sons, but only seven of them were allowed to live in the Inner Family.
And, just like them, their future children would also face similar restrictions.
As soon as they got into the Outer Family, they were basically reduced to servants.
The information about the formation was only kept between the main family and the inner family, and those unlucky people who had no choice but to join the Outer family.
They only knew their masters possessed incredible talent and cultivated too fast.
So, even if he tried telling them about the problem with the formation, they might just ignore it.
Grant Family was the strongest force on the continent and in the world. They wouldn't give up the formation under any circumstances.
They would rather destroy their family.
If he weren't reborn but still somehow found this information, he would rather use Curse Seal on Inner Members and only let his main family use the formation than give it up.
Why?
Because whatever that formation was doing, it was certainly helping him.
With the strongest force and the most resources, he could train several Emperors from the ground up.
And, he would also start training his future children without the formation. He would only use it if his children couldn't cross a certain barrier due to talent.
After all, talent didn't just represent cultivation speed. It also represented their limits.
So, he never thought of telling this to anyone.
He wanted to solve the problem himself. But more importantly, he wanted to leave.
Harem? Nah, he'd pass!
'But how?'
He clenched his fist in frustration.
This was the most frustrating thing about his situation. He wanted to leave, but he was only nineteen.
Even with his cultivation, there were several people stronger than him in the family.
Even his mother was stronger than him.
He still remembered that he once told his mother that he would do anything to leave the mansion.
Then, he tied him up in his sister's room.
Three months!
His sister fucked him for three months straight.
Three months, one day later, his mother hugged him tightly and said.
"Son, I don't want to break your legs. So, next time, don't ever say something like that!"
She certainly didn't break his legs, but they were weak.
They were wiggling.
It was his mother's way of twisted humor.
One time, he asked why he couldn't have sex with her, and then the very next day, his father took him to an orgy.
At that time, he was only fourteen, so after a month, he simply passed out.
He woke up and found that his father had been on for a week. Then, he continued for four more months.
During that time, he passed out eight times.
At first, he was passing out quite slowly, but later, it almost became a weekly thing.
Four months, one day later, his mother hugged him tightly and said.
"Do you understand now?"
He understood very clearly.
While his family was very cool with incest, it wasn't something they would promote.
For example, his mother wouldn't go out of her way to have sex with him. This kind of situation had only happened once in the history of the family.
It was during the time of Mac the Cuck.
He wasn't even the head or heir of the family, and it was a good thing he wasn't. Because the dude was so bad at sex that he was given such a title.
He had married five wives, but because he couldn't satisfy any of them, they would have sex with their sons.
Nobody said anything since this family had grown from incest. But they did look down on Mac.
Having multiple women was normal for any powerful family's heirs and heads, but only his family was cool with incest.
He spent seven years of his life fucking women.
Now, he just wanted to escape this hellhole.
But he couldn't. Or, at least, he was hesitating.
There was one way to leave. His soul still existed within his body. But since he used the formation, somehow, it was connected to another being.
This meant if he used Soul splitting, then somehow his cultivation would also be split in half, dropping to the Fourth Level of Fourth Grade Warlock.
This was a problem since they could easily detect his cultivation.
He did prepare a cloaking technique just for this, but he wasn't sure if this would work.
Since he was permanently cutting off his cultivation.
And, he wasn't even sure if he could re-cultivate back to his peak.
These uncertainties made him hesitate.
One way, he could simply live the life he was supposed to.
Another way, he could take this risk and leave this place.
They wouldn't be able to find him since he would still be keeping his clone in the house and use a normal method to escape.
"Fuck it! I will take this risk."
He slapped his palm on the table and stood up.
His face was full of determination.
He had had enough of this kind of life. He wanted to escape.
Harem? Fuck it!
Women? Ignore them!
Background? Discard it!
At this moment, nothing was stopping him from leaving.
But just when he was ready to sit, he paused.
'Do I really want to do this?'
He questioned himself.
No matter how much he hated being in this cage, it was still a life that he couldn't even imagine in his previous life.
Except for freedom, he had everything.
So, why give up?
'Because I am not free.'
Not free enough to go out. Not free enough to make friends. Not free enough to find love.
Not even free enough to head towards danger.
Boring!
That was his life. Just plain boring.
He touched his chest and muttered.
"I have already died once. If I die again because of a misfortune, then I will just accept it."
Saying so, he sat down and closed his eyes.
As his divine sense activated, he launched the technique he had prepared for two years.
[Soul Clone Technique]
This technique would tear apart his soul in half and use his mana to create a new body.
Because of his high level of mana, he was capable of creating a real body. Then, putting his soul into the body, he could create a real clone.
It could even be a replacement for him.
His divine sense tore into the deepest part of his mental landscape and found his soul there.
His soul was almost a replica of his body, except it was all golden.
On the other hand, his real body got black hair, black pupils, a toned yet slightly lean body, and a perfectly symmetrical face.
His divine sense attacked the soul by turning into two large arms. Then, it caught his soul, starting to tear it apart.
But when he did that, Eon felt an immense pain in his head.
It was so heavy that he screamed so loudly that the floor shook slightly.
'Thank god! I had activated Sound Proof Formation.'
He thought to himself as he let out more cries. He had never suffered. To say he forgot pain wouldn't be an understatement.
His life was practically the life of a king, but he was now throwing it all away just for a life that could be worse.
Only this time, he didn't have any regrets.
He only had an unwavering willpower to continue.
So, he did.
His soul started tearing apart. He could feel an intense connection to somewhere else.
It was forcefully stopping him from harming his soul.
'That son of bitch. He is only making this worse.'
Because of that interference, his soul was torn at the speed of a snail. But the slower it got, the more pain he suffered.
'Fuck! Fuck! This is killing me. God! I want to take out my brain from my head, wash it properly, and put it back.'
'That bastard! Why doesn't he stop?'
His face was covered with tears as he cursed in his heart. The pain was getting intense with every passing second.
He wanted to kill that guy, roast his body in the sun, and boil his soul in the oil from hell.
Fuck! He wanted to torture that guy for eternity.
At this moment, a hint of madness appeared in his eyes as he forcefully decided to use his mana to pull apart his soul.
Even if it destroyed him.