《Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies》Chapter 12 - Unyielding Flame of Life
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Three days passed since his enlightenment. During these three days, he was pretty much left on how own. Lin Feilin, being diligent with her duty, only came once a day to give him a few drops of low-grade essence liquid, before retreating back to her quarters. The lackluster care did not induce dislike towards Lin Feilin. If anything, he rather enjoyed it. It was much better than being in the Yan Clan and suffering constant looks of derision and pity, while also being treated like trash. Quite a few of Yan Jinzen's henchmen would constantly mock him at every chance as if it was their life mission.
Now, he had peace and quiet with resources for his cultivation. However, he couldn't help but ponder on what's happening in the Yan Clan. He's been missing for several days due to his kidnapping, and he couldn't even inform his grandfather that he was still alive. Did they send a search party for him? Could they still be searching? Was his grandfather grieving over his possible death? Did he cry? Those questions and other similar ones flittered inside his mind.
For some reason, he felt like no one would care.
No, impossible!
He was the grandson of the clan leader. If they didn't care about him, who would they care about?
Putting those thoughts aside, he lifted up his palm to see a small white flame twisting about. It was the law of life that he'd comprehended, the unyielding flame of life. During these past few days, he discovered several traits regarding this incredible flame. Despite it seeming to be weak, it couldn't be dispersed unless he desired it, and therefore would continuously feed off his Qi to survive. The flame isn't hot, and can't be used to burn anything. He tried to place it inside the pool, only to have it float like a leaf. It was an odd sight.
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The most interesting point is that it uses life as its fuel. Plainly speaking, it burns life force. If it wasn't for the fact that he created it, he felt that it would consume his life force to develop and maintain its own existence. Similar to how it consumed the inky black wood to grow stronger. He could also absorb the flame to pour pure life force into his body. Although the amount created from his own Qi was far too minuscule, it could still be used to heal injuries. He imagined it'll become stronger as his cultivation base enhances and the concept continues to develop.
At the moment, the unyielding flame of life could be classified at the Nascent stage of development with Initial Success. Essentially, the lowest level of conceptual law. However, it was a World Law! This meant it exceeded Mortal Laws in complexity and overall capabilities.
For the first time in his life since he was five, he felt that he wasn't trash. How many cultivators can develop a world-level concept?
“I can feel my body getting stronger.” He remarked, clenching his fist and feeling the vital energies stored within his cells brim with lifeforce. The law of life had a beneficial aspect of his physique. Thinking up to here, he turned his attention back the Immortal Herculean Method.
'No special requirements, simply wrest control of the body's natural limiters, then remove. It shouldn't be that hard, right?' Quietly mumbling, he thought of the method to cultivate the method. He calmed his mind, allowed his heartbeat to reach a slow unfathomable rhythm, allowing his breathing to match it.
Several hours passed while he maintained this unique state. Which each hour that passed, his heartbeat grew more and more powerful. It wasn't long until his heart seemed like a drum as it resounded loudly in the surroundings. Fortunately, the cultivation room was soundproof, so no one responded.
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“Blargh!” Suddenly, Yan Zaizen lost control of his body and spat a mouthful of blood. His originally energetic and healthy complexion turned pale and sickly.
“..Shit'I can't...do this...” He spat before directly losing consciousness.
A small white flame danced atop his incapacitated body. It emitted wavy white smoke that entered his orifices, his originally sickly pale complexion got noticeably healthy, and his pained expression grew more peaceful. After a while, the flame slowly seeped into his body and disappeared.
Lin Feilin entered the room while he was unconscious, looking at his unconscious body including the blood that lay on the floor, her normally indifferent expression revealed a rare sight of shock. From what she could see, Yan Zaizen had overreached in his cultivation and went through Qi Deviation. She couldn't help but shake her head. A light of nostalgia shined in her eyes. Her gaze turned softer as she once more looked at Yan Zaizen's state.
It didn't take long for her to clean the blood and used her Qi to lift him up and place him on his bed, with the sheet covering him. She couldn't help but sigh and sadness gleamed in her eyes. “You may be trash now, but that doesn't mean it'll remain that way. For those without talent, they must struggle to thrive. For those without fate on their side, they must grasp fate for themselves. Work hard.” Her tone seemed more like she was talking to herself rather than Yan Zaizen.
The eyes of Lin Feilin revealed an unshakable level of resolve and sense of mission. She left quietly back to her quarters, obviously going to continue cultivating.
Yan Zaizen's eyes were open.
He woke up near the end. When Lin Feilin said those last words, he felt an indescribable feeling well up in his heart. Originally, at the last moment before he lost consciousness, he regretted practicing the Immortal Herculean Method, but now he felt that he can't just give up. His entire life was filled with one misfortune after another, but he always accepted living in mediocrity. Whenever something became too hard, he simply gave up, a large majority of his failures were determined on that aspect alone. He even entertained the thought of, once upon a time, relying on Ya Qinqan's talent and strength for his future.
Look how that ended up.
He grinded his teeth, clenched his fists, and his eyes grew determined. He couldn't just give up whenever it got hard, rely on someone else, or hope the heavens will bless him with a godly object that allows him to transcend to great heights in one step. He glanced towards the Meteor Ring at this thought. That’s right, besides the Immortal Herculean Method and inky black wood with white flame, everything else was inaccessible due to his lack of strength.
“Alright, let's try this once again.”
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