The Universe Is Innately Just 153 Aftermath Part Four

No head ache appeared when he gazed at the wall of inscription, it was, on the contrary, a soothing feeling as if he was currently floating in the middle of an empty void. He lost track of time as he stood with legs deeply rooted in the fighting platform tiles. His eyes were closed, and he seemed utterly oblivious to his surroundings. The wind blew on him, his clothes moved with the air current, but his brain received zero information about it, and thus he didn't feel it.

His mind was currently floating in an empty void. In front of him was a wall of inscription; lines after lines that explained the concept about spatial fluctuations. Although he couldn't understand the language it was written in, he just came to understand the inscription's contents. It wasn't because he was a genius of some sort, but it was because phenomenons would appear around him when his eyes pa.s.sed through the lines of inscription.

Sometimes an invisible vortex would appear around him when reading another part of the wall. A bubble would pop and produce a ma.s.s of energy that would wash away the void. Each line represented different concepts, concepts that were all linked to s.p.a.ce. Although it couldn't be said that Fell was a.s.similating the laws of s.p.a.ce, this experience was similar to making his first contact with them. Laws that stood on the very top of the rules that governed the universe. And one that inseparably linked with the energy system, as energy appeared when s.p.a.ce expended, the laws of s.p.a.ce was one of the highest achievements an energy cultivator could ascend to.

The flow of time was warped as the whole scene was happening in his mind. After what felt like an eternity of floating in the vast void, he began feeling a sensation similar to suffocation. Though the origin of the suffocation didn't come from his body, but rather from his soul. He tried to push through the odd feeling, but the more he went against it, the more it intensified. His eyes opened abruptly as he was thrown back from the empty void, his diaphragm contracted as his lung expanded to gather as much air in them.

After a few gasping breaths, he managed to wash away the odd feeling of asphyxiation without trouble. Normally as a cultivator of his level, he could go on without breathing for an absurd period of time, but this asphyxiation of the soul left his mind reeling as it truly was an odd sensation.

During those moments of fighting against it, as he tried to push through it and stay in the empty void, he felt like his internal fire was going to extinguish, and his soul was going to disappear in the void. Fear was still apparent in his eyes for a few minutes after the event as he mumbled continuously.

"Death is scary… death is scary… death is scary…", he repeated as it seemed like the experience left a deep mark on his psyche. He had faced death many times during his life, but this kind of death of the soul. Never in his life had he faced it, the imminent fear of simply not existing anymore.

It left him feeling like he was going to disappear in an endless warp of s.p.a.ce, never to be seen again. Forever forgotten by all the living being.

Thankfully his fear died down as time pa.s.sed, and he finally managed to remember what he saw in the vast void in his mind. The scriptures were far too obscure for him to remember, but as his memory worked, he managed to remember one inscription. It was the one that caused fluctuations through s.p.a.ce and was similarly the one he remembered during his fight against the black skeleton.

Fell focused his entire mind on that scripture. He tried to envision it to the best without making his memory of the fight resurface as not to provoke the appearance of the wall of inscriptions. The work was entirely about mindfulness and the control of his spirit and would allow him to get to an absolute focused state.

He sat on the floor with one hand extended in front of him. His legs were crossed together and his back was straight, giving the impression that it was as tall as the mountain the fighting platform was installed on. He focused his will on regulating his breathing while washing down the unnecessary thoughts that surfaced in his mind.

Time slowly ticked and with his relentless efforts, he managed to enter a state of pure mindful zen. The world could burn in front of him, and he wouldn't even bat an eyelid. A tsunami wave could roll on his body yet he wouldn't move an inch.

With eyes closed, he began visualizing the inscriptions that caused the fluctuation in s.p.a.ce, and as he willed it, the outline of the scripture began appearing in his mind. Little by little, the golden characters were painted out of nowhere with the strength of his will. The carving took him a few minutes to complete; it was rough and crooked and gave Fell the impression that it could disappear at any moment.

But the moment the inscription drawing was finished in his mind, a change happened around him. Minute fluctuations began showing around Fell, and the wind's current was bent around him. Even the light from the undying virtual sun was refracted slightly as it warped around the spatial fluctuation.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and the extended hand in front of him snapped in an abrupt manner. It traveled at lightning speed and swiftly made contact with the floor tile in front of him with a strength that could cause deal absurd damage and destroy the whole platform in a fraction of a second.

Yet the floor tile stood solid as it didn't even move from Fell's. .h.i.t. A few seconds pa.s.sed, and a sound similar to a rock snapping in half resounded through the entire fighting platform.