The Universe Is Innately Just 300 Blooming Sapling Part One

Soon he found himself obliged to stand on the other side of the towering creature's back, but his sight was nonetheless, fixated on Fell's figure inside of the pillar of slaughter aura.

"To what extend would his strength grow?", he mumbled quietly as he felt a chill run down his skin. His spine straightened as his balance shifted slightly, his body had instinctively entered into battle mode, as the numerous source of energy brewing in front of him caused him to feel pressured.

"Can I break through my limits... If I fight him?", he thought in the middle of the wrecked atmosphere surrounding the beast they stood on. Akainmhar's blood accelerated through his veins, galloping with the might of hundreds of horses as the red haired man's tremendous physical strength spilled out of his pores.

"What am I thinking…", he mumbled as he could feel his body instinctively take the figure in the distance as an opponent. "This is neither the time nor the place to fight him… He still has room for growth in the near future.", he calmed his tingling senses as he reminded himself that it would be the best course of action to execute.

Akainmhar's mind was h.e.l.l-bent on battling Fell, as he felt that the young cultivator might take out cards that could force him to surpa.s.s his limits.

A red lightning bolt clapped over his head, reverberating from the thick somber clouds in an echo that shook Akainmhar's out of his thought. His head tilted upward as his vision faced the sky, and his eyes focused on the canvas painted with the phenomenon caused by Fell.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The shockwaves produced by the lightning bolt pierced through the air, turning into an echo as the destructive ma.s.s of energy moved through the air at a fast pace. An echo that clearly showed Akainmhar that the destructive force of nature was making its way toward his position.

Akainmhar's eyes turned into small slits- intercepting the trajectory of the lightning bolt in his mind in a split second- and his eyes darted toward the figure standing in the pillar of red light. The next moment his vision faced the sky, the lightning bolt was already standing above the beast in a manner akin to a sword of Damocles.

They were threatening to fall brutally on the body of the towering creature at any moment notice. Sparks of small electrical shaped snakes ran through the air, filling the surroundings of the t.i.tanic lightning bolt that was rushing through the air, nearly bending the fabric of s.p.a.ce.

At the last moment- just before the lightning bolt connected with the towering creature's skin- Akainmhar's eyes caught the red lightning bolt veer from its trajectory and darted toward the thick pillar of red light. All of that happened in a split second, from the moment he heard the raging thunder over his head, to the moment he saw the destructive force of nature disappear quietly inside of Fell's body, less than a single second had flowed.

Akainmhar's eyes gazed speechlessly at the ongoing events, he didn't even have the time to swallow the information his eyes had caught that his ears heard the same sound. Only this time, he was sure that the repet.i.tion weren't coming from the booming shock wave echoing through the wind, but was due to the multiple numbers of lightning bolt.

"Nine Bolt!", he muttered as his eyes glinted brightly under the red sparkling force of nature.

The same scene reproduced in front of his eyes, as not one one, but eight lightning bolt fell one after another straight toward the pillar of slaughter aura that finally showed a reaction in front of the strong destructive force. Small waves appeared in its surface, the same waves that would appear when one throws small pebbles at the surface of a pond.

They fluctuated for a few shorts seconds that lasted to the final moment when he absorbed the final bolt of lightning.

"His energy path…", mumbled the red haired Akainmhar quietly. His experienced senses caught the dense Heaven and Earth energy filling the lightning bolt, an energy that could only be affiliated with the Energy Refining Path.

His hair danced with the wind, turning small silky fiery thread that spun slowly in a vortex. His nose twitched as he picked up a faint smell in the wind, one that Akainmhar immediately recognized as Blood Essence. A pure and strong Blood Essence that pulsed with a vivid vitality.

"His body cultivation…", he mumbled as he could sense that physical phenomenon was appearing one after another in the pack of creatures.

Even with the torrent of energy appearing in around an essential part of the Formation, no change seem to happen to the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation as the flow of Slaughter Aura steadily continued flowing toward Fell's Soul Palace.

This time, it wasn't just one materialization that appeared, but two powerful Blood Essence signal that began gathering around Fell's surrounding. One came straight from the red colored soil under the army of creatures, while the other came the beasts themselves.

"Yin and Yang…", Akainmhar's watchful senses didn't miss any characteristic in two Blood Essence that had appeared. The fact that he was a cultivator that specialized in body cultivator, and especially as the current owner of a mysterious blood essence treasure, Akainmhar was more than knowledgeable to a.n.a.lyze the two nearby signals.

The Yin Blood Essence came straight out of the soil that had been washed red by the three days of constant battling. That blood essence not only contained elements from the beasts, but also from the brave heroes- of New Casablanc the same one that had died and shed their fleshly body as they moved on to the afterlife.

The red haired man's eyes opened once again widely as he felt heard five loud bang around him. He didn't even have the time to turn around than another five explosions arose from his surroundings.

The Yang Blood Essence's source was straight out of the beasts, but to Akainmhar's surprise, he couldn't sense any of that ominous and virulent aura that was distinctive to the creatures of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation. In the contrary, what entered his nose was a spicy smell that brimmed with potent strength.

If the Yin Blood Essence's characteristic came with softness, coldness, and a painless, soothing feeling that came with death, then the Yang Blood Essence could only be a.s.similated to a fiery volcano.

In fact, the blood essence running inside of his own vein was far too similar to the one coursing toward Fell.

Only he knew that his blood essence's purity only came due to the purification of his treasure, on his own, he would have never attained that level of crystalline purity at the Second Realm.

Right after his senses picked up the phenomenon of his body cultivation base breaking through, his vision flashed and turned red as another layer of crimson appeared in front of him.

Small dots filled the sky, as the Yin Blood Essence and Yang Blood Essence turned into a streaming rain that gathered toward Fell's figure inside of the red pillar of aura.

"What should come next…", he mumbled as his eyes glowed brightly. Even his own breathing came to a stop as Akainmhar knew that he couldn't miss the final part of the cultivation breakthrough. "Is the path of his Soul!", he mumbled as he felt that it was the young cultivator's most mysterious a.s.set.

Fell's memory loss was related to his soul, and Akainmhar had always felt that the specific event of his memory had been too strange. His soul was undamaged, but he could sense in the man's gaze the same type of look one would get from a stranger.

The final phenomenon that appeared was one that surprised the red haired man. The light coming from the sun shunned away, as a ma.s.sive shadow appeared in the middle of the sky over their head. With the appearance of that shadowy figure among the clouds, silence spreads around Fell as the small sparks of lingering lightning were the only source of noise.

Even the deafening sounds coming from the army of beasts seemed to have been canceled by a mystical force field. And the next moment, Akainmhar's eardrum rang as an overpowering roar made every other sound come to a stop.

A powerful Sense spread away with the deafening roar. The strength of that Sense was such that the s.p.a.ce it traversed was left visibly vibrating and shacking.

As though what had pa.s.sed through that place wasn't a sound, but a pure ma.s.s of Soul Energy that held rule over its surroundings.

Then after the roar, the shadow in the sky grew in height, giving the impression that a t.i.tanic humanoid ent.i.ty was making its way down to their mortal realm.