Chapter 1092 1092. Mine
Ghostly swords crossed Noah’s ntal sphere’s borders and gathered above his ntal sea to create the eccentric man once again. The latter lifted his long eyebrows to look at Noah before speaking with a disappointed tone. "The brute is here."
Noah smiled, and a pair of short swords ford in his ethereal figure’s palms. He didn’t even speak before performing his strongest slash toward the expert.
Four additional arms ford on his torso. They all wielded blades and joined the other limbs to slash at the owner of the divine inheritance.
A six-ard dragon shot from Noah’s figure and crashed on the ntal sea. The internal pressure spiked due to the shockwave released in the impact, but Noah endured the pain without moving his focus from the expert.
Night’s words had cleared his doubts. He wanted the divine inheritance, so he would do everything in his power to seize it. The unwillingness of the expert wouldn’t matter if Noah could overpower it.
Tall tides ford on the ntal sea. The expert and the dispersing six-ard dragon disappeared under the raging brown water, but Noah quickly stabilized his ntal energy.
"Why do you even need six arms for this?" Sharp words resounded inside the ethereal space. The expert walked from below the sea, shaking his head in disappointnt.
He lifted his forefinger in front of his face and curved it with a quick movent. Noah could barely contain his surprise when he saw a six-bladed cloud flying in his direction.
Noah perford his strongest slash once again. A dragon and a formless cloud clashed mid-air, but the six-ard creature couldn’t do anything against the expert’s attack.
Terror rose inside Noah, but the cloud didn’t harm him when it engulfed his figure. It dispersed before reaching the ntal walls.
The expert wasn’t trying to hurt him. The sharpness pressing on Noah’s mind ca from the man’s might, which was a feature that it couldn’t suppress.
Noah had realized that after the last exchange, and excitent inevitably built up inside him.
The environnt of the sea of consciousness was different from the outside world. Most of Noah’s power there ca from the level of his mind.
Noah didn’t have the Demonic Sword’s structure as a limit there, and the sa went for his spells. He could use slashes that he was too worried to perform in the outside world. Moreover, he had the will of a divine existence as his training partner.
"Purity overcos brute power," The expert announced. "You have walked the path of the blade by chance. You didn’t choose it, and your slashes reflect your lack of commitnt."
Noah listened to the expert’s words, but his ethereal arms were moving once again. The only limit was his ntal walls’ sturdiness, so he wanted to show everything he had before ditating on those teachings.
Noah wasn’t a hybrid anymore. Many of his spells still carried dragon-like features, but his existence had distanced itself from those creatures.
He could roar and spit flas, but he had a dark star as his core. Magical beasts and hybrids couldn’t claim him as part of their kind anymore, so his attacks had to do the sa.
Noah’s additional arms disappeared, and the two swords fused to form a longer blade. Both his arms wielded its hiltless base as they rose above his head while he focused.
’Destruction can create darkness,’ Noah thought as he slashed downward. His blade traced a black line in front of him, but nothing more seed to co out of it.
The expert opened his palm. An intense shockwave resounded as a black slash landed in his open hand, and sharpness spread everywhere inside the ntal sphere.
Noah suffered. His ntal walls struggled to remain still when he used his full power, but the training with the Seventh Kesier rune proved itself useful in that situation.
The ntal sphere stopped trembling after a few seconds. Even Noah’s most potent attack wasn’t able to destabilize it for too long!
The expert remained silent as it stared at the slash in his hand. He lifted his eyebrows again to inspect it, and so inaudible words ca out of his mouth.
"This is quite better," The expert said. "You might have walked this path for the wrong reasons, but you learnt sothing along the way. Maybe you aren’t hopeless."
Noah didn’t speak. That was his strongest attack, sothing that he could only launch in the ethereal world of his ntal sphere. Yet, the expert had easily stopped it.
Also, he was forcing it to remain in his palm. The slash would typically disperse once it released its power, but the expert used so unknown thod to keep it intact.
"What is a sword for you?" The expert asked.
"A weapon," Noah gave an honest answer. He knew the deeper aning behind that question, but Noah didn’t want to lie about his mindset.
Since his first ti wielding a saber, Noah’s mindset had never changed. His individuality might have the shape of a sword, but that didn’t stop him from considering himself as a weapon either.
"That’s right," The expert replied. "They are tools ant to kill. Their purpose is to give an advantage in battle, cut better, and sever everything in their path. Fingers and nails can’t be so effective, and the sa goes for teeth and fangs."
The expert eventually let Noah’s slash disperse and started to scratch his beard as he walked in circles above the ntal sea.
"It’s never the blade," The eccentric man continued. "A sharp piece of tal can’t have any depth. Cultivators add anings once they wield swords. They invent martial arts, they create paths, and, sotis, they beco part of them."
The expert gestured to Noah to co closer, and he didn’t hesitate to fly toward him. The inheritance’s owner started to walk around him at that point, and the sa inaudible words as before buzzed as he inspected him.
"You are a sword," The expert eventually concluded, "But you lack purity. You seized everything you could along your path, disrupting your harmony and the path you managed to unlock. It’s ti to choose."
"Choose what?" Noah asked. He could understand where the expert was going, but he wanted him to say it loudly.
Each of the eccentric man’s words carried his sharpness. Noah felt enlightened every ti that pressure appeared inside his mind. He would get the expert to talk as much as possible if he couldn’t seize the inheritance.
"Your path," The expert replied. "I see a magical beast, a swordsman, a creator, and a destroyer inside you. While so of these paths can live together, others will inevitably suffer as you advance."
Noah sighed. That was a warning that he had already heard multiple tis, and he had slowly learnt the reason behind that as he beca familiar with the laws.
The laws were simple but powerful truths. They carried the true anings of certain aspects of the world.
Cultivators would eventually beco laws upon reaching the seventh rank, and expressing a simple but powerful aning was impossible if their individualities were too complicated.
"I won’t choose," Noah said, and his words startled the expert. "My ambition is boundless. I will take everything that increases my power and bring it to the Immortal Lands. Accepting limits will be the end of my path."
"What if I say that you can’t take my inheritance unless you accept the sword as your only path?" The expert asked, and Noah could sense a tinge of curiosity in his tone.
Cultivators like Noah were rare, but his determination was a common sight in the Immortal Lands. Every divine being was a stubborn and resolved individual, so seeing that feature in a potential heir pleased the expert.
An ethereal sword ford, and Noah’s ambition surged as he wielded it with two hands. His sharpness spiked, and the water of his ntal sea began to rage as it resonated with his mindset.
"I’ll take it anyway," Noah said as roars fused with his human words. "You can increase my power, so I will resort to every trick and asset in my arsenal to make you mine."
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