Burning is a physical phenonon that emits light and heat, and these are the fundantal attributes of fire. The fla ford by my superpower is no exception.
Not only is the fla I summon composed of my spirit, but the light and heat emanating from it are also manifestations of my spirit. The application of thermal energy markers, and the past tactic of using light to invade Chen Long’s "Teleportation Door Armor," are all based on this principle.
And because I concentrated all my mana into a compressed form, the resulting "Eclipse" naturally beca a creation that does not emit light or heat. Despite still possessing temperatures high enough to destroy even ti and space, it seems to be moving away from the definition of "fla."
This qualitative change reminds of a discussion I once saw online.
Compared to the sun, Earth is minuscule, so even using all the water on Earth to douse the sun would not cause significant damage. Then, if there was a mass of water in the universe with the sa mass as the sun and we moved it to be thrown at the sun, could it extinguish the sun?
Anyone with even a little knowledge of astrophysics would realize that this is a question that is flawed from the premise; the universe cannot possibly have a mass of water equivalent to the sun. It’s not that it’s impossible to gather that much water; rather, if there really were so much water gathered together, the massive gravity ford by its enormous mass would compress it inward.
At a certain point of compression, nuclear fusion would occur, and this overly massive mass of water would "burn." It would beco another sun before it could be thrown at the sun.
Just as the re accumulation of massive amounts of mana would exhibit incredible, otherworldly properties, the simple accumulation of natural materials can also result in such incredible qualitative transformations. When anything is taken to its extre, it presents an unimaginable aspect, and facing that transford "water," even the Water Master Xuanwu would not be able to control it. Because it’s no longer his elent of water, but closer to my fire.
Right now, the "Eclipse" I’ve summoned also exhibits this qualitative transformation.
In pursuit of high density, I excessively sought to compress power, turning it from "a fla that emits light and heat" into "darkness that does not emit light or heat." This is the attribute of the current "Miniature Eclipse"; if it were the "Eclipse" from my battle with Ming Zhuo, it would not only not emit light or heat, but if necessary, it would even absorb light and heat from the surrounding environnt. This characteristic is more like the opposite pole of fla.
Although it still looks like a black fla, if I continue down this path, it will deviate further from the essence of fla. Just as the Water Master Xuanwu cannot control water that has beco the sun, I, as a Fla Ability User, should not continue down this path. This black fla symbolizes a route of erroneous evolution.
Erroneous evolution... that sounds kind of cool. When I think about it, as a child I liked the Zombie Tyrannosaurus more than the chanical Tyrannosaurus... and black flas are also cool; in my adolescence, one of my fantasies was to fight enemies with black flas...
No, no, that’s not right. I need to rethink the direction of the evolution of my powers. After fully tapping into all my potential, the challenge I face is how to better control the existing power. Since an uncontrollable power awaits on this evolutionary path, I must decisively change course.
The "Eclipse" is still a very powerful Killing Move, and I can continue to use it.
I dissipated the "Eclipse" and, watching the black flas disappear into the air, I rembered sothing Little Bowl once told .
It is said that during the Doomsday Era, the image of the Catastrophe Demon was that of a monster enveloped in black flas.
Yet the flas I found in the bodies of Water Master Xuanwu and Ming Zhuo were not black flas, but rather the normal orange flas that I usually produce visually.
I have never heard of Xuanming having records of manipulating black flas either. In mythology, Xuanming is a legitimate Fire God, not an Evil God or Demon God who wields ominous black flas.
There are tales from the Doomsday Era that the precursor of the Catastrophe Demon was Xuanming, yet the black flas symbolizing the Catastrophe Demon have appeared on . Could it be, as I have suspected in the past, that the precursor to the Catastrophe Demon is not Xuanming, but ?
Surely the Catastrophe Demon isn’t actually Ming Zhuo, enveloped in a continuously burning black fla because it was ignited by my "Eclipse" in the future and, being unable to die, it could only keep burning?
If the Catastrophe Demon is truly , does that an the future version of has continued down the black fla evolutionary path? Is this actually the correct evolutionary route?
It’s perplexing. In order to relax my mind, I have to set this question aside for now and shift my focus elsewhere.
By tracking the thermal energy marker placed within Mazao’s body, I sensed her current state.
At the mont, Mazao was in the kitchen of a sanatorium, making sothing. It was a considerably large kitchen where others were also busy at work; Mazao found a corner for herself, vigorously stirring a viscous, egg-yolk-colored liquid in a stainless steel bowl with a stick. So tried to cozy up and offer help, only to be repelled by her wary gaze.
For now, it’s unclear what she’s making; it doesn’t seem to be ordinary ho cooking. I decided to treat it as an unknown surprise and wait until she presented the finished product, so I turned my perception in other directions.
Many "voices" were flooding into my consciousness from all around.
Impermanence could sense it when others ntioned his na. Strictly speaking, Impermanence doesn’t have the specific ability to detect the ntion of his na; his perception is so strong that he could "sense even the discussions of his na," essentially the sa way sharks’ acute sense of sll can track prey bleeding miles away.
Even if soone on the other side of the earth whispered my na, I could hear it as if we’re in the sa room. That said, if many people were talking about at once, I might not be very inclined to listen attentively. Just like in junior and senior high school, I could occasionally hear whispers behind my back from different corners of the classroom. Though I could hear everything clearly, it was just background noise to .
For the past three days, I had beco Luoshan’s superstar; voices discussing were everywhere. Mainly, they debated how I defeated Ming Zhuo, how Ming Zhuo would retaliate against , and who was stronger between Xuanming and . I thoroughly enjoyed the praises from others, yet over ti such adulation beca tiring and even disrupted my normal rest.
If soone wanted to stand out from this background noise, they might need to employ so ritualistic thods to amplify their voice. Perhaps, this is one of the main purposes of rituals designed to worship the gods.
Alternatively, if soone possessed great power, even harboring hostility or malevolence towards and wished to probe my whereabouts, then even without uttering my na aloud, they could instinctively draw my attention—Ming Zhuo might have noticed in this way before.
Lately, I’ve also been observing the operations of Luoshan as a whole. Observing Luoshan Headquarters with my current level of perception was like overseeing a chessboard from a high and lofty God’s-eye-view. While opting for a broad perspective, I could also delve into the minutiae and view every individual’s working state in microscopic detail. Even though so areas had anti-investigation barriers set up, and there were many specialized tasks that I didn’t understand, I still captured so general information from the atmosphere.
Luoshan Headquarters could largely be considered an open-air, magnified version of the Fufeng Base that I had previously visited. It’s a comprehensive fortress integrating functions like command, training, dical care, and living. However, unlike the Governance Ideology-oriented Fufeng Base, here a multitude of various demon hunters gathered, leading to frequent friction and internal scheming; collaboration issues and functional conflicts hampered work with efficiency varying greatly.
Setting aside the great number of demon hunters, there were also many agents at work. It was apparent that most agents were newly assigned to the headquarters. In the face of the formidable demon hunter community, the agents seed subdued. Many tasks handled by agents could be perford better by demon hunters who could employ spells during their work, making the presence of ordinary people here seem sowhat redundant.
Still, it seed that Luoshan Headquarters was exploring ways to foster harmony between ordinary people and demon hunters—more precisely, it was probably just the Governance Ideology actively seeking such an approach.
The absorption of a large number of ordinary people to work at Luoshan Headquarters likely stemd from the Governance Ideology’s initiative. Yet, at this stage, not only did this not lead to amicable relations between the two, but it also exacerbated the disparities.
The agent community took on so jobs from the demon hunters but couldn’t finish them with the sa effectiveness. Even for less physically demanding electronic tasks, so demon hunters could operate dozens of devices simultaneously, while others could speed up their consciousness to use a single second as if it were a hundred.
Thus, so agents who possessed advanced professional skills and qualifications to work at Luoshan Headquarters ended up relegated to nial cleaning tasks like sweeping and mopping. And yet, certain demon hunters employed spells that could instantly make rooms and hallways spotless.
Furthermore, in so areas of the headquarters, there existed automata capable of performing physical labor for long durations and even handling simple intellectual tasks. According to so demon hunters’ discussions, such automata seed to be producible at a low cost but widespread adoption had yet to be authorized by the higher-ups.
So automata seed capable of complex intellectual work too; all it took was the extraction and imprisonnt of an ordinary person’s soul inside the automata, just like a chip. These automata didn’t require rest or sleep, food or excretion, obeyed commands unconditionally, and even cooperated collectively like a swarm of bees, capable of working continuously until breakdown, and then they’d be replaced.
However, the production of such tools was currently prohibited by the Governance Ideology; it was unknown whether clandestine production continued
Previously, I couldn’t quite envision what a civilization led by a group of demon hunters might look like, but now I seed to be gradually glimpsing that future scenario.
I sat in the "audience seat," invisible to these demon hunters and agents, quietly observing all this unfold like watching a movie screen. Gradually, I sensed sothing else. It felt like another person had walked into this intangible "audience." He silently took a seat beside , watching the distant happenings in silence along with .
I turned to glance at the newcor—an expression of speech since, in reality, I was simply sitting in the sanatorium bed. But in that imaginative "audience seat," I seed to truly see the newcor’s face.
"Having seen all this, what are your thoughts?" Fa Zheng asked.
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