Han Tianyi’s sea of consciousness Damaged!
18: Chapter 18: Kephale’s Re-creation!
Han Tianyi’s sea of consciousness Damaged!
Chapter 18: Kephale’s Re-creation!
Han Tianyi’s sea of consciousness Damaged!
He only knew that this spark nourished his body every day, accelerating his cultivation speed.
When Han Tianyi’s mental force pressed down earlier, it had even taken the initiative to help him stabilize his sea of consciousness.
Beyond that, he knew nothing.
Bai Yuan shook his head.
Han Tianyi wasn’t disappointed; instead, his interest was piqued.
He raised his hand, condensing a wisp of extremely pure mental force at his fingertips, reaching out toward the spark like a thread.
“Let me take a look.” The moment his mental force touched the spark, Han Tianyi’s consciousness was pulled into an incredible World.
The sky was filled with churning thunder, purple lightning snakes dancing wildly in the clouds, every strike shaking the heavens and earth.
Beneath his feet was the endless marrow of the earth, where a searing, lava-like power surged and roared deep underground, as if it would tear through the crust at any moment.
And between heaven and earth…
…stood a giant.
He was indescribably massive.
Standing at the junction of thunder and Earth Marrow, he towered between heaven and earth.
His figure was blurred as if through a thick fog; his features and face were indistinguishable, leaving only a faint silhouette.
And on his back was a massive sphere emitting a piercing light.
The light was so intense it was as if he carried a sun behind him.
Han Tianyi wanted to see more clearly, and his consciousness instinctively reached forward.
Boom.
The vision collapsed.
An aura of destruction rushed toward him from the direction of the giant.
That aura was like a high-hanging sun; from afar, it felt warm, but up close, it would burn you.
A small portion of Han Tianyi’s mental force was ignited.
That “burning” wasn’t the scorching of fire, but a more fundamental, more complete destruction.
It was as if that small portion of mental force had been erased directly from the World, leaving nothing behind.
And that destructive aura didn’t stop there, lunging directly along the path of his mental force!
Han Tianyi’s expression changed drastically.
Without hesitation, an invisible blade slashed down within his sea of consciousness.
He directly severed that small portion of ignited mental force, sacrificing a pawn to save the king.
Sever!
The severed mental force vanished silently in the air, turning into nothingness.
Han Tianyi stumbled back, his body swaying, his face turning several shades paler.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and those startlingly bright eyes were now filled with horror.
“Elder Han!” Bai Yuan hurried forward.
“Are you alright?” Han Tianyi waved his hand and coughed twice.
“I’m…
cough, cough…
fine.” He looked up, staring at the spark still burning quietly in Bai Yuan’s palm.
His gaze was complex, as if he had seen something that shouldn’t exist.
“This thing of yours…” He paused, seemingly weighing his words.
“It’s quite good.” Bai Yuan: “…Elder Han, your tone doesn’t sound like you mean ‘quite good’.” Han Tianyi ignored his remark.
Because he had discovered something else.
He looked inward at his sea of consciousness.
The small portion of mental force he had just severed should have left a permanent gap that would take a long time to repair.
But now, something was growing at that gap.
Following the destruction, new mental force was being born from the void, more condensed, purer, and more resilient than before.
Like weeds scorched by fire, they hadn’t withered.
Instead, they sprouted anew from the ashes, carrying an incredible vitality.
It was practically the re-creation of a small section of his sea of consciousness.
Han Tianyi stood frozen in place.
At the end of destruction lies rebirth, or rather…
creation?
This spark…
No, it was that destructive aura from before.
After being severed, its residual power had actually tempered his mental force?
He looked up, and the way he viewed Bai Yuan completely changed.
“Kid,” Han Tianyi’s voice was a bit dry, “this Martial Soul of yours…
what exactly is its origin?” Bai Yuan scratched his head, feigning innocence.
“I don’t know either, Elder Han.
Weren’t you here to help me examine it?” How could he say it?
If he spoke, wouldn’t the Spirit Pagoda put him straight onto a research table?
Han Tianyi: “…” He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, and sat back down cross-legged.
“Again,” he said.
Bai Yuan was stunned.
“Again?” “Again!” Han Tianyi glared at him.
“I didn’t see clearly just now.
Do it again!” Bai Yuan’s mouth twitched as he looked at the spark in his hand.
Then he looked at the spirited old man before him and silently held the spark forward.
Fine, you’re the boss; you call the shots.
Han Tianyi took a deep breath, re-condensing his mental force and cautiously probing toward the spark.
This time, he saw…
total darkness.
There was nothing.
It was pure, ultimate darkness.
No thunder, no giant, no glowing sphere.
It was like a tightly shut door that he couldn’t budge no matter what method he used.
“This?” Han Tianyi was dazed.
His mental force wandered, searched, and fumbled through that darkness.
Nothing.
The spark seemed to have hidden all its secrets, leaving not a single trace.
After a long time, he withdrew his mental force and opened his eyes, his brow furrowed.
“Elder Han?” Bai Yuan looked at him cautiously.
Han Tianyi didn’t answer.
After a moment of silence, he waved his hand.
“Kid, I heard from your teacher that your mental force can condense a Soul Spirit on its own?” “Yes, something like that,” Bai Yuan nodded.
“Fine.” Han Tianyi glanced at him with a complex gaze.
“Then you’ll come to my classes from now on as well.
I’m looking forward to your future performance.” Bai Yuan was delighted inwardly, but he remained respectful on the surface.
“Understood, Elder Han.” “You go out first.” Han Tianyi pointed to the door.
“I have a few words for your teacher.” Bai Yuan looked at Leng Yaozhu, and she nodded slightly.
He didn’t ask further and turned to walk out of the illusionary space.
The door closed softly.
Only Han Tianyi and Leng Yaozhu remained in the space.
Han Tianyi was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, “This boy…
is not simple.” Leng Yaozhu arched an eyebrow.
“Oh?
What makes you say that?” Han Tianyi looked up, a rare trace of solemnity in his bright eyes.
“I can’t see through him.” Leng Yaozhu’s pupils contracted slightly.
The number one person in the Spirit Pagoda’s mental realm, a Rank 98 Titled Douluo, and a Four-Word Battle Armor Master.
He couldn’t see through the Martial Soul of a six-year-old child?
“I’ve seen countless Martial Souls: Beast Spirits, Tool Martial souls, Body Martial Souls, Mutated Spirits…
…but never one that I completely couldn’t see through.” Han Tianyi’s voice was somewhat raspy.
“That spark of his is like a locked door.
I can’t enter, and I can’t see through it.
When it wants me to see, I can see a little; but when it doesn’t, I can’t even find a crack in the door.” He paused, his gaze falling on Leng Yaozhu’s face.
“This child’s future is limitless.” Leng Yaozhu was silent for a few seconds, a complex emotion flashing in the depths of her eyes.
“What about his background?” he asked.
“Is it clean?” “I’ve checked; there’s no problem,” Leng Yaozhu shook her head.
“He’s from an orphanage, parents unknown, and all records are clean.
Besides…” She looked at Han Tianyi and said in a flat tone: “You’ve seen the child’s potential yourself.
Which faction would send such a genius to an enemy to be nurtured?” Leng Yaozhu said nothing.
He turned those words over in his mind several times, then slowly nodded.
“True.” She turned and walked toward the door.
After a few steps, she stopped and said without turning back, “Elder Han, I’ll leave the child in your care then.” Han Tianyi didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes once more.
Lass Leng, you’ve certainly picked up a good sprout this time.
The Qiangu Family is going to have some interesting days ahead.
The Spirit Pagoda is about to see a change in the winds…