Chapter 15: Shinier Chains
Neave sat in the cultivation cave, holding a small mass of qi and life force in each hand. As he brought them together, they spun in a high-speed vortex that sucked the life force out of Neave’s body at a rapid pace. He couldn’t find a way to stop it.
<em>Restart.</em>
“Fucking shit!”
It had been quite a while since Neave started exploring the differentbinations of qi and life force.
Quite the long, long while.
At first, he just went through thebinations of a hundred parts. One part qi and ny-nine parts life force to ny-nine parts qi and one part life force. He realized this wasn’t precise enough to be helpful in any scenario.
He had first tested the fifty-fifty ratio and discovered that if you do a more exactbination, deliberately controlling the bnce, you can replicate a rtively simr effect. This was true, but fifty-fifty was something of an anomaly. It created smoke, yes, but the range of precise life force to qibinations was significantly more extensive than it was for the overwhelming majority of other effects.
It also tended to matter quite a bit less. Smoke was harmless. Jets of liquid fire, ice spikes, lightning, cutting sharp air, and so on were moderately less benign. The amount and direction might not matter much with smoke, but it most certainly mattered how big the ice spike that may shoot through your head was.
So a hundred parts weren’t enough. Then he did a thousand parts from point one percent to ny-nine point nine percent. Then even that didn’t seem precise enough, so he did ten thousand parts. Then he did a hundred thousand parts. Then he did a million<em></em>parts<em>. </em>And now he was doing <em>ten million</em> parts.
Zero point zero, zero, zero, zero, one percent to ny-nine point nine, nine, nine, nine, nine percent.
Even this still felt like it wasn’t enough. He was getting simr effects, but the direction and precise amount seemed impossible to control.
There were severalbinations where that didn’t matter much. If you used something like the fifty-fiftybination as a smoke screen, it would be slightly worse or slightly better. Anotherbination created an intense gust of air in virtually all directions.
That could be useful. Contrary to that, things like this damn vortex just fucking killed him outright. No hope of defending, no way to stop. Somebinations were lethal regardless of the direction or intensity. That was a prevalent result of these experiments.
Neave wasn’t sure whether some high-ranking cultivators knew that life force and qi could bebined in intentional ratios, but he knew that even they probably didn’t dare experiment with it. Neave got killed roughly every five to sixbinations on average. And he got injured way more often than that.
He didn’t even find all that many useful ones, it seemed. But he kept doing it anyway for one simple reason. It was fun. And also, he had something to do besides suffering extreme existential dread.
Every time he tried a new ratio, he got a new result. Even if most of them were functionally useless, they were still pretty cool, more often than not. A massive shower of sparks wasn’t much use to Neave, but damn, did it look pretty.
He had taken several pauses with his experimentation just to see how to use some of the effects inbat. And most of the effects he was trying out were utterly pointless theatrics. Things like taking a stance and having a mysterious vortex of steam start circling him or punching and causing a massive shower of sparks as if a cksmith had struck hot iron.
There was an effect that caused an intense and ominous sound that he lovedbining with the vortex of steam. He was sure that the overwhelming majority of people who saw someone do that inbat would shit their pants. It gave off the impression of triggering some perilous spirit power orbat boost. He also nned on incorporating a field of static electricity that caused tiny electric sparks to fly around him into thebo.
However, using three of these effects concurrently was a tremendous challenge. One that he dly epted. And eventually even managed tobine. He wasn’t just doing this for fun, either. Combining the energies down to ten million parts was arduous. Even his ridiculous control over life force and qi was insufficient to do this reliably initially. There was another effect that he desperately wanted to add to the trio.
It was an effect that glowed an ominous red light. Neave could just imagine the scene. He would take a stance, and dust and steam would rise in a vortex around him. Then a low, grumbling, ominous noise started echoing. Sparks of electricity shot at the ground or random objects surrounding him, and finally, he glowed with an apocalyptic red light.
Perfect.
Sadly, while the ominous red glow had pros, it also had cons.
<em>Pros: Cool, awesome, scary, badass.</em>
<em>Cons: Blinding myself by shining brighter than the fucking sun.</em>
<em>Oh well. You win some, you lose some. </em>
Neave eventually returned to his experiments, and after a while, he noticed a strange effect. A shimmering of sorts. But not visible shimmering, <em>spiritual </em>shimmering. Neave had no idea what the effect was, but he felt he wasn’t being precise enough with the ratio yet. After hours upon hours of fine-tuning, it finally triggered.
Nothing.
Nothing visible, at least.
But his spiritual senses were telling him something strange. At first, he thought perhaps his spirit had been injured, which was messing with his senses, but he healed his spirit and still felt the same thing.
Eventually, he brushed it off, thinking it was just an effect that caused a strong sense of spiritual resonance. But he woulde back to this er. He had a list of potentially beneficial effects he wanted to explore further, and he firmly ced this one in the ‘interesting enough to warrant further inspection’ category.
As he kept experimenting, eventually, he came across something else. Again he felt the same shimmering, and he fine-tuned it once more. This time, however, the effect was visible. He created <em>liquid. </em>It was a transparent, shimmering liquid that shone with the most beautiful glow Neave had ever seen. And it yet again gave him that sense of spiritual resonance.
He experimented with this liquid, concluding that it was rtively useless, at least how it was. Drinking it,bining it with other fluids, and intensely staring at it wasn’t achieving anything.
He hoped it was a holy liquid that could banish the demons, but all it did was ssh harmlessly on their skin. It sparked, though. So that was nice. This one he added to the ‘Potentially useful’ category.
And then he kept going, once again finding another shimmer. And this time, after fine-tuning it yet again, he created a small, beautiful, transparent crystal.
Neave paused. Then shook as he stared at the ungodly thing he held in his hands.
“Oh… Oh man, oh gods, oh heaven. Thi-this is…”
<em>Crystalized spirit.</em>
The description was the same as the description of monster cores. The only thing it wascking was the ghastly sshes of color inside of it.
He then thought back to the other two strange effects.
“Holy sweet emperor of the heavens, this is fucking spirit!”
He had created <em>spirit!</em>
Not only had he created crystallized spirit, but he also created <em>ethereal spirit!</em> He remembered the liquid, too, mouth agape. Liquid spirit!? That was something that <em>existed!?</em>
This was Neave''s single most remarkable discovery in his time within this realm. Spirit was what, well, the substance that made up the spirit. If any cultivator ever discovered that he could do this, they’d trap him and force him to generate as much as possible. His mind whirled with the implications and possibilities. He immediately began experimenting.
What he found out was exceptionally disappointing, however.
First of all, ethereal spirit was useless for now. It wasn’t like he could just glue it to his spirit with ck ooze. He couldn’t even actually manipte it. He could imagine its application in raising a spirit beast or growing a spirit nt. In that regard, it would be priceless.
One would be capable of creating the damn-near-perfect environment for raising something. But here, there were no nts, sadly. And he was doubtful the demons would make for good pets.
A simr thing was also readily apparent with the liquid spirit. Theoretically, liquid spirit would be a <em>priceless </em>substance for alchemy or golem creation. Sadly, Neave had ess to precisely zero alchemy ingredients. He had tried using the noxious liquids, but that was just a failure.
Then he reached crystallized spirit. He sighed despondently as he held a small spirit stone in his hand. In reality, this was the one he had the greatest hopes for. But those hopes were dashed almost instantly. Ironically it was the most useful of the three forms of spirit, at least currently.
Spirit stones, or in their more frequently found natural form, <em>monster cores,</em> dissolved when fully submerged in a liquid. That liquid would be granted the properties of a quasi-spirit. A spirit without a soul, that was.
If one chose to melt it within something like water, they’d get a base that could be used for a potion. If molten in metal, it would gain a quasi-spirit and a special power when the metal hardened. If one chose to melt it within their blood… Well, that was where things gotplicated.
Ingesting a monster core in that form would initiate a spirit trial. One would be trapped within their soul realm until they passed the trial. And if one passed the trial, they would acquire a spirit power. Passing the spirit trial meant that the will of the original owner of the spirit had been conquered, or rather the will of the monster.
If you failed a trial, you died. If you were lucky, that was.
Monsters do not have an ethereal spirit but rather a crystalized one. This allowed them to absorb some of the dissipating ethereal spirit and life force of creatures they yed, which let them evolve after passing a certain threshold. This crystallized in their cores, where all of that power was concentrated. When a monster got killed, a lot of that power was lost, but the core could still develop a spirit power.
Neave had assumed he could do something with crystalized spirit, given that it was the same substance. But…
The situation was sort of like this. If one had a homogenous mixture of every soil type, they would theoretically hold all of the ingredients necessary to grow any nt.
But did that mean they could turn that soil into every nt?
Nope.
Not without the seeds.
Seeds may have seemed mundane, but they had infiniteplexity and nuance. It was far from the power of any cultivator to create life from scratch.
Modify it? Sure.
Control it? Absolutely.
Manipte it? Certainly.
But create it?
No.
As far as the spirit power thing went, it was the way it was. It was the difference between eating nts and soil. Thetter achieved nothing but give Neave a stomachache.
This material was still absolutely priceless. Neave knew this. Hell, even he could use it. He could create an unbelievably powerful weapon if he could figure out a way to make a forge. The thing about monster cores was that they were limited in size. Their size mattered a lot because the bigger they were, the better the qi conductivity of weapons created with them would be.
It had other implications for acquiring spirit powers, but Neave didn’te across any texts detailing exactly what it did. He knew the bigger the monster core, the greater its potential power. But that only seemed to be a possibility rather than an inevitability.
It was the weapon creation that Neave cared about currently.
Wielding any weapon made one’s qi circte through it. A weapon was an extension of a cultivator''s body, and having extra conductivity meant one could further boost its properties like sharpness, hardness, and momentum. The bigger a monster core was, the more powerful the monster was. This maderger monster cores more expensive.
Neave didn’t have to worry about that whatsoever. He could make a spirit stone as big as he wanted, as long as he had the life force and qi needed. Imbuing a simple iron sword with a spirit stone the size of a pumpkin would make the quality of the weapon out of this world, even if it didn''t get any special abilities.
The reason Neave dropped the idea of doing this was simple. It wouldn’t help against the seventh-wave demon. Neave had tried initiating the fight against the demon without holding any weapons. And he had noticed that the demon was a little bit weaker. But the moment he picked up a weapon, the demon either also picked up a weapon itself, or it just got a bit more powerful topensate for the extra power Neave acquired by holding a weapon.
It was like the demon was designed to always be a certain amount stronger than Neave, no matter what he did. An insanely powerful weapon would probably give the demon a <em>massive </em>power boost.
Neave sat back on the ground and keptbining qi and life force. He wasn’t giving up. He hoped to find a key, a miracle solution, thest piece of the puzzle.
Somewhere deep inside, he had a feeling. The feeling that the seventh wave was the final one. Whether leaving meant being reincarnated, just being freed from this ce, or waking up thinking all of this was just a dream, he didn’t care.
The things he’d discovered wed at something deep inside him. They threw coals on the embers of a fire that burned within. What could he aplish if he was finally out? What sorts of miracles would he be able to create?
<strong>What sort of person would he be?</strong>
Desperately, from the deepest part of his soul, he wanted to find out. As he experimented, countless attempts passed by in what seemed like moments. Then he saw shimmering again. This time he fine-tuned it and…
<em>Restart.</em>
<em>…?</em>
He tried doing it again. This time he used a lot less qi and life force. Everything went white.
<em>Restart.</em>
“What the…?” Neave tried thebination again, putting his hands together behind arge stone andbining his energies.
White.
Light that prated even solid stone. The stone melted. Then it vaporized.
<em>Restart.</em>
Neave didn’t think. He voided his mind of all thoughts and prevented himself from getting any ideas. He stopped himself from learning anything. Then he moved mechanically over to the suspension bridge. He cut off a length of rope and tied it around the first demon''s neck. Then he dragged it to the underground cave with the massiveva pool.
He threw the demon into theva.
The second-wave demons were dead as soon as they appeared, as Neave decimated them using true strikes. The third-wave demons suffered a simr fate. Neave ughtered the fourth-wave demons and kicked therge one into the pool ofva. Then he stole the swordsman demon''s sword in the fifth wave.
The sixth wave started secondster.
The moment it started, Neave shed right past the titanic sledgehammer demon and severed its neck. Momentster, the heads of the poison archer demon and the throwing dagger demon were also on the ground. He dodged the spiky ball and then grabbed the chain as the obese demon pulled it back, avoiding the spiky one in the process.
Then he killed the obese demon. He eradicated the weapon master gang as he dodged and weaved past their strikes. Neave baited the horseman demon to thevake, kicked it in, cut the demon horse apart, and thrust the sword through the little dagger demon''s heart. He dodged a javelin, grabbed it out of the air, and threw it back into the demon''s head.
The rest of the fight was just ughter.
As the reaper demon appeared, Neave feigned a true strike, but then he just dropped his sword.
“Hey, Reaper, catch!” He then kicked the pommel of the sword, and it went flying through the reaper demon’s neck.
As the reaper fell lifelessly to the ground behind him, the final demon arrived.
“Hello there, my beautiful disciple!” Neave mocked the demon, “Have youe for yet another lesson in martial arts?” Neave remained still, “Well, sorry to say it, but today you aren’t getting one. As strong as you may be, you will never be more than the pale shadow of me. Before the shadow can fall to the ground, I will end this. Once and for all.”
Neave had yet to learn how he would win this game, which meant that the demon also had no idea what Neave would do.
It was so simple all along. He needed to figure it out <em>before the demon could copy him.</em>
Neave moved, and so did his opponent. Neave appeared behind the demon''s back, but it turned around immediately. Then Neave fused life force and qi just as the demon was about to reach him. A mighty gust of wind pushed them both away at incredible speeds. The gust of wind smashed Neave’s back against a cavern wall, while it sent the demon flying over thevake.
It slowed its descent, twisted mid-air, and used a movement technique to dash toward Neave. It wasn’t enough to cross the immense fireke, but it didn’t need to be. It used the water walking movement technique to walk toward Neave. The only reason it let itself be flung over the fireke was that it knew it couldn’t be pushed <em>into</em> it.
However…
Neave jumped off the wall toward the shore of theke and forged a massive spirit stone, right about the size of his head, at a great price of qi and life force. Then he just threw it in theke. It plopped into theva and disappeared.
<em>Question: What happens when someone uses the water walk technique on a liquid that has a quasi-spirit?</em>
He grinned maniacally.
<em>Answer: I have no fucking idea.</em>
The demon had almost reached the shore of theke, but as the stone plopped into theva, the demon instantly froze as if paralyzed and belly-flopped into the zing hotke. Neave could almost feel the spiritual bacsh that interaction had caused.
The demon started moving again. Theva boiled its skin, but it crawled back to the shore. Neave picked up the executioner''s sword and tried to behead the demon, but it dodged every attempt with all the force it could muster. As Neave’s swings grew more rapid, it was forced to block the attacks. Neave used several true strikes to <em>chop </em>half of its arm off. And then the demon finally left theke. It screamed.
Neave swung the executioner''s de at the demon, but it used a fluid movement to move underneath the horizontal strike and kick the de out of Neave’s hands.
Neave cursed.
“Is this still not fucking enough!?” He forced himself to focus and just kept fighting the demon.
It was already recovering from a lot of the damage it had received, but this cost it a lot of life force. A silver lining to fighting a demon that copied all of Neave’s techniques was that Neave perfectly understood all it did.
Even the consequences.
But still, the demon kept up with Neave, and he felt like it was a good deal stronger than he was even in its current state. This was still the absolute best attempt Neave had ever made against the demon, and he knew it wouldn’t work twice. He already instinctively knew how he would avoid falling for these traps, so the demon wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice. This was his chance, and he had to use it.
The demon was simply too strong. Neave quickly started losing ground as his exhaustion caught up with him.
Despair crawled into his heart once again.
Deep inside, he knew this was his final chance. The call of the void echoed in his ears, and he felt the pull of the catatonic state.
He readied himself for a strike, but the demon took a sh with its one good arm, and Neave had his chest torn open. Then he was just a little too slow to dodge a kick, which cracked something in his ribs. The demon used a true strike which Neave dodged with all the force he could muster, but the implosion of air still made the world go dark before him…
…
<em>Shackled by your skeleton.</em>
<em>Shackled by your mind.</em>
<em>Shackled by eternity and infinite time.</em>
<strong><em>Freedom belongs not to the realm of the living.</em></strong>
<em>The living shackled by potential’s shine.</em>
<em>Those shackled by power.</em>
<em>Dancing like fools to fate’s rhymes.</em>
<em>It desires not liberty from the pain.</em>
<strong><em>It just wants to be shackled by shinier chains.</em></strong>
Neave didn’t copse from the bacsh. He lunged at the demon, bordering on unconsciousness. It swung at his back, and its ws cleanly severed Neave’s spine.
Neave lost all feeling in the lower part of his body, but it was enough. The demon''s good arm was stuck in his back, and its legs couldn’t reach him in time.
Neave hugged the demon.
Behind the demon''s back, blinding white light shined.
<em>Restart.</em>
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…
<em>Restart?</em>
Neave felt tired, and every muscle hurt. Hey on the ground and felt like he had smacked his head quite hard on the floor. His body was flushed with adrenaline.
Neave opened his eyes. Then he lifted his head.
Every member of the Zearthorn sect stood in the courtyard.
Staring at him.