The Universe Is Innately Just 293 Bestial Strafe Part Four

His in-depth knowledge of blood essence, a.s.sisted by his blood treasure, made him deconstruct the illogical and hazardous beast wave in his mind. Its chaotic factors turned coherent under his thoughtful gaze, and before long, he turned back toward Fell.

He soon came to notice something fundamental, one that he had missed in the beginning. The most shocking fact in the arrangement of the army of beasts was that every single animal was part of a grand formation that contained every unique creature contaminated by the explosive blood essence.

The way their slaughter aura, and the blood essence that coursed through their veins fluctuated was all perpetrated by the formation. "Behind this hazardous b.e.s.t.i.a.l rampage is hidden something this abstruse…", he mumbled as his knowledge in a formation was too lacking compared to what he knew about blood essence.

Formations were a rare craft in the cultivation world, something only on par with the alchemist that made the pill Fell had consumed. Obviously, not every Formation Master or Alchemist had a good life, but the talented and geniuses of those domains were usually held in high esteem in the grand Clans and Organization that stood on top of the universe.

This formation in particular, left him baffled is at had formed when the beasts began releasing their energy and slaughter aura between each other—establishing an intricate relation that linked the stock component of each creature on a ma.s.sive large scale rally of destruction.

"This is clearly some sort of bomb…", he mumbled as he noticed that the blood essence of the creature that explodes would be refined by the strength of the implosion—turning it even more potent as it spread through the rest of the now otherworldly creature.

What the monsters and creatures of Earth had now turned into something that should never have appeared without any cultivator's manipulation. In the mind of Akainmhar, the many animal could no longer be seen as just creatures, as they now were only seen as ma.s.ses of organized blood essence.

The moment that odd perception had taken place in his mind, the way he saw the formation changed as he noticed that the energy moved from one beast to another was simply refined before being moved to other beasts; Forming a humongous set of external meridians, with every creature acting as an end tunnel of each meridian.

Through those external sets of meridians, the c.u.mulative blood essence of the beast was being refined in a way similar to a way a cultivator would strengthen himself. Cycle existed, and within those cycles was even embedded concept related to reincarnation, as every beast that implode would further enhance the essence of blood that would receive shocks and stimulations through self destruction.

"The process is hazardous, and even chaotic, but is nonetheless, still effective…", he mumbled as the formation further strengthened itself with time. Every creature that died would only enhance the formation as a whole, not only fluidifying it as there would be fewer beasts, thus a shorter cycle, but would solely leave the creatures adept at being part of it.

"What a vicious mean…", he mumbled as he couldn't help but sigh as his eyes gazed at the conscious otherworldly beasts. The pain and pleasure- coming with each breakthrough they pa.s.sed- was apparent in their roars filled with destructive intent.

"They have lost their minds…"

The beasts that should have been sufficiently intelligent due to having attained a level similar to a second realm cultivator begun losing that privilege. As the formation washed out their mind, turning them into empty sh.e.l.ls of refined blood essence.

"Can they even be called life forms anymore…", he thought as he felt that the entire formation in itself was working in the same a life form would cultivate. "But I don't sense that the formation in itself is intelligent…", he mumbled as he knew that the formation in front of his eyes would never form a Spirit.

The Formation would forever force itself through a path of destruction, as it had been created with that purpose. He felt a change happening toward Fell, and couldn't help urgently toward the youth.

He couldn't find a way to liberate the youth from the grasp of the formation and had been looking for a solution. But his a.n.a.lysis of the beast wave had only ended up with more questions related to Fell's importance in the formation.

"I can feel that his soul had intertwined even more with the formation…", he mumbled as he could see with the naked eye the high amount of slaughter intent entering his body, sword, and soul.

"This matter is too strange… I can't sense any change in his blood essence, as the moment it would have raised, he would have instantly breakthrough to the second realm…", he once again approached the youth. He put his hand on his chest and confirmed to himself that Fell's blood essence wasn't contaminated with the formation.

Only his soul and sword were utterly tainted by the slaughter aura of the formation. Be it his soul, or especially Soldier's Fortune, both of them seemed as though they were formed straight from the stomach of the formation.

"I can still sense that you haven't lost to that slaughter aura.", exclaimed Akainmhar in a loud voice toward the youth in front of him. "Do not fall for it… Part of your own being seems to come from the same origin as the aura released by the formation."

"Control that part of your strength. Cultivators aren't dictated by the energy they control, especially Soul Cultivators!", he added as a flash of light appeared around Akainmhar's eyes.

His eyes sharply glinted, as he gathered the small amount of soul energy that had naturally condensed in his body due to his high realm. His fist turned vague, and a lightning-fast fist was sent straight toward Fell's head. Akainmhar contained his strength to the point where his fist didn't deal any damage to the youth, but the energy of his soul was nonetheless sent deep in Fell's body.

Typically, a cultivator would naturally produce energy remarkably similar to the other cultivation system. Only that process would only happen when one would break through the third realm. Thankfully, Akainmhar had stood half a step in the third realm for nearly half a century, and his body had naturally begun producing those kinds of energies.

His mind could naturally manipulate his will, and it was only due to the fact that he didn't have either a soul palace or an ego body that he couldn't use it in complex ways. Heaven and Earth energy also coursed down a few opened up meridians. It was only that Akainmhar was someone who only saw strength in the upgrade of his body.

His fighting style, and way of life, had always made him rely on the superiority of his body, and the fact that he had been fated with a blood essence treasure showed that even destiny had helped him fully embark on that path.

Cultivating multiple systems wasn't a rarity, as one would naturally become adept at doing it starting from the higher realms. What was rare, was that someone began his cultivation journey with multiple systems right from the beginning.

An old saying in the cultivation world was that every path led to the same ending. It was only that starting with multiple ways created higher and more sophisticated finishes.

The hole inside of Fell's body, the multicolor hole had that held his Soul Palace had now turned into a strange diagram of purple and red. A peculiar balance, made the slaughter aura sea, and the purple sky was maintained naturally by their position of Heaven and Earth. Their near balanced strength caused them to live in Fell's soul palace without any difficulty.

Akainmhar soul energy held together with his intent spread inside of Fell's body toward the purple-red Soul Palace. Inside of his Soul Palace, a flash of light appeared in it as the uncolored and weak Akainmhar's soul energy appeared in a random spot of the vast Soul Palace.

His soul energy fused with his intent reacted to the ma.s.sive energy around it, and imploded in a small radius. The size of the explosion was ridicule to the point in didn't even create changes in the ma.s.sive Soul Palace, but had only created a small wave. The little wave was- strangely, or minutely- forced to travel toward the glistening purple expand that acted like the Earth of the Soul Palace.

The waves, filled with Akainmhar's intent, traveled quietly, before entering the purple expand, disappearing from the Soul Palace as quickly as it appeared. The result of the red haired cultivator was nearly negligible, but just as he thought that his effort didn't produce anything.

A roar appeared from the glistening purple Earth. The roar was warped, and seemed to come from the distance void, as though traveling from a faraway spot in the universe.

But nonetheless, Fell's ego body didn't find any difficulty in understanding the hidden message hidden in it, one that awakened a relentless intent to push forward without any hesitation.