Yan Zaizen’s rage in his heart was beyond the word intense. It was almost overpowering every other sensation in his body. He just wanted to go ho! Why does this keep happening?! Yet, Wu Yuanxu had been dealt an extraordinary blow and he was sched against once more.
When he thought of Wu Yuanxu, his rage couldn’t help but turn into sorrow, but then even more rage filled him. He knew Wu Yuanwu was dead. The strike completely blew through his chest and leaving a gaping hole, one without a heart and so other organs. Others may not have seen what happened, but with his spiritual sense, how could he not?
"Senior Uncle Yuan..." The old man was nice to him from the mont he t him, he inducted him into the Anima Syndicate, warned him about the Ying and He Clan, and even operated the spatial platform for him. However, he died!
Why?!
If she wanted to kill him, so be it. But why kill Wu Yuanxu?
He did nothing.
He didn’t deserve it.
With gritted teeth, he was shot into so unknown area of complete darkness. There was no light, no stars, no earth, no air, no world essence, and no life. This was chaotic space!
Currently, he could feel it trying to rip him to shreds, sending him throughout all space into tiny bits until his existence was thoroughly wiped out.
Fortunately, his aurora-like soul energy covered his body and resisted the ripping force. However, it was being worn down quickly. It’s only been thirty seconds, but it felt like several days. It didn’t take long before his soul energy was exhausted, and he could no longer resist the ripping force.
It tore at his body, but his Herculean Physique was not one to be underestimated. Even with it, bits of his flesh was being ripped off his body. His entire existence was being pulled apart as if being shredded from its molecular bond.
"Ahhh!!!" He scread in agony. The ripping force wasn’t limited to just his physical body even his soul form felt it. "I...need...to...survive!" He told himself, he kept on doing so till he lost count. No matter what, he needed to survive. Survive, go ho, and get revenge for Wu Yuanxu’s death.
Most importantly, he needed to go ho.
When he thought of why his desire to return ho remained constant, he couldn’t help but feel tears well in his eyes. As they did, the tears were ripped apart from all directions into nothingness.
He was seventeen this year. Every month for the past twelve years, he would visit his parents’ graves, clean them and tell them about his life, his troubles, his achievents, and his hopes. He had so much to tell now. Before, it was always filled with bad news, but now...he had so much to tell.
So much.
He wondered if the people of his clan were taking care of their graves in his absence. If they kept his mother’s favorite flowers watered and left with enough sunlight so they could be as pleasant as the smile he rembered. If his father’s favorite wine was poured on his grave so he could tell his drunken jokes to his mother in the afterlife. The things they loved the most, did people give it to them so they can enjoy it? Would they wonder why he’s gone? If he’s dead...
Would they be worried?
The tears flowed from his eyes like a stream.
He just wanted to tell his parents he was okay. That he was better than okay. That he wasn’t talentless, he wasn’t destined to be a failure, and that they can rest assured that he’ll live a good life. Like they wanted him to.
But what now...
The ripping force had already ripped apart all of his belongings except the teor Ring, leaving him completely naked. In foresight of the events, he placed everything he had inside the teor Ring of any importance. He could feel every inch of his skin being pulled away in an infinite number of directions. Originally, he tried to use essence liquid or crystals from his ring to recover his strength, but the mont it was taken out, it was ripped apart into nothingness.
A mid-grade essence crystal was gone just like that.
"I can’t die...I can’t...I can...I" Ti slowly passed and it felt like several weeks at this point, but only several minutes had truly passed. It was hard to get one’s bearings in chaotic space while being ripped apart from all directions.
His skin was already gone, as well as his hair and bits of his muscular flesh. He was slowly being torn apart into nothing. His consciousness was teetering on collapse. He was lucky that cultivators didn’t need air to survive like mortals. Otherwise, he would’ve suffocated long ago.
A soft white glow appeared from his chest. It danced about softly, emitting faint traces of lifeforce energy, but it was severely tiny. Despite this, it kept dancing, and with every tick of movent, it sent a surge of lifeforce that stabilized Yan Zaizen’s remaining life. It was burning his qi to restore his flesh, skin, and strengthening his body. However, the ripping rate was far greater than the restoration.
It kept struggling, but the energy it could feed off beca less and less. It started losing its stability, flickering as if about to go out. If one listened to the dancing fla close, they could hear sounds of faint crackling. It was struggling, being unyielding, and never willing to fade! It would protect its life and the life of its owner.
The conceptual law of the Unyielding Fla of Life! This little guy didn’t quit. It couldn’t.
Ti continued to pass by, but the Unyielding Fla of Life kept Yan Zaizen alive. However, at this point, he only had so muscle left. His skin was thoroughly gone, and a faint trace of death surged from his body.
From this faint trace of death, an orb shot out of his chest and circled the flicking white fla like a predator. It didn’t do anything for a while, but when the unyielding white fla was about to wince out of existence, it surged with a siphoning suction, absorbing the chaotic space and remnant fla of life. The white fla was sucked into the orb and seed to have vanished.
Just like how the white fla can consu the energy of its user to produce lifeforce, the black shadow orb can do the inverse - siphoning from external energies to produce death. If one looked closely, the orb of death kept siphoning the chaotic space, perating an aura of death, but the unyielding fla of life didn’t vanish. Due to siphoning the chaotic space, the ripping force on Yan Zaizen was diminished considerably.
Atop its inky black surface, a tiny, almost minuscule, white fla was silently dancing. As the orb continued to siphon the surrounding space to enlarge and enhanced itself, it reached a point where it completely encapsulated Yan Zaizen. However, as the concept derived from Yan Zaizen, it was incapable of affecting him. It then reached a zenith, and the white fla exploded outwards. It grew violently, absorbing the aura of death in the surroundings, and taking its place.
The death energy may have been created by itself but its existence relied on Yan Zaizen, therefore making the death energy a part of Yan Zaizen. The white fla could absorb it due to this, strengthening itself as a result. It was as if Yan Zaizen was the inky black wood.
The orb of death shrunk while the white fla grew. The white fla replaced the black shadow surrounding Yan Zaizen. A surge of lifeforce energy integrated itself into his body. It was truly similar to the concept prevalent in the inky black wood. The aura of death would siphon the fla’s strength, reaching the zenith, and then the white fla would absorb it in return. However, the white fla couldn’t thoroughly consu the aura of death either, creating a strange equilibrium that protected Yan Zaizen thoroughly.
Yan Zaizen’s physical body restored at a visible rate. His hair grew back, his skin returned, and his musculature which was thinned to almost nothingness restored itself. It hadn’t taken long before he regained consciousness and saw himself surrounded by a large white fla.
He looked at his healing palms that seed to be surrounded by flas, "Fla of Life?!"
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