Yan Zaizen was startled by Tao’s outburst. A True Spirit? He’d never co across anything remotely similar, and even during their two years of constant discussions, Tao had never ntioned a True Spirit before. Let alone seeing Tao act this way when ntioning anything. Whatever this True Spirit was, it must be an extraordinary existence.
"What’s a true spirit?" He inquired with anticipation leaking from his voice.
It took Tao a while before his emotions cald down before he could answer the question. "In this world, we use armants. Armants represent all tools, weapons, shields, and items. They hold miraculous effects and can amplify a cultivator’s comprehensive combat strength, regardless of their cultivation path." He explained. Yan Zaizen already knew that much.
Armants were the lifeblood of many cultivators. The skyship, the violet outfit he was currently wearing, the armor wielded by the hunters in the Basilisk Forest, or spatial rings used to store things.
Tao continued, "Armants can be divided into four ranks and four grades. These things are typically determined by its effect in comparison to others in its classification, but it can also be determined by other factors as well. The four ranks are Earth, Sky, Spirit, and World. As for the grades, Low, Mid, High, and Top. Earth-rank is the most common type of armant mainly because they are armants without a Spirit Form."
Yan Zaizen was soaking up all of this information. He knew very little about armants outside of Earth-ranked ones. He felt this would be vastly beneficial for his future cultivation.
"To be ranked as Earth-rank is simple and only requires a well-crafted base and so additional formations embedded within. The Spirit Form is what every earth rank armant lacks. A Spirit Form is the initial developnt of a True Spirit, an artificial soul. The Spirit Form could operate formations to its highest degree amplifying the characteristics of the armant, but it lacks any form of advanced intelligence. When an armant has a Spirit Form, it can be classified as a Sky-rank Armant."
"After the Spirit Form develops advanced intelligence, sentience and even the ability to cultivate does it beco a True Spirit. Its physical body would be the armant, and its True Spirit would represent its soul. This ans they wouldn’t be any different from you or in terms of their ability to think and grow. They develop unique abilities based on their circumstances of birth and cultivate to improve their grade. This is an indication of them being at the Spirit-rank. When the True Spirit evolves and becos a Spirit World, only then does it beco a World-rank armant."
Yan Zaizen’s eyes were widened in absolute shock. A living armant? He had never considered that possibility. He digested all the information he was just given and cross-referenced what he knew with the situation that he was in.
"This grey light has an odd life fluctuation, likely because it originates from an armant and not an organic body. It’s possible...that only I can perceive it due to my comprehension of life laws, and perhaps my high soul cultivation." He ca to the conclusion that this must be a spirit-rank armant or higher.
However, that begs the question: Why was it here?
"Can you reach it?" Tao inquired, now calm once more. In the cultivation world, the rank of a weapon didn’t indicate its raw strength but its capabilities in general. Therefore, it’s entirely possible for this armant to be invaluable to anyone. The sheer number of resources required to develop an armant with a True Spirit was truly exceptional.
The majority of cultivators in the Xiantu Realm used earth-rank. Even Origin Core Realm experts used earth-rank, top-grade armants. Only a scant number of them had sky-rank armants due to the difficulty in creating an artificial soul stable enough to operate formations.
Yan Zaizen took a deep breath to contain his excitent. "I’ll try."
He flew over towards the wall, cautiously getting closer. As he did, he realized the sensation of life was getting more distinct. It kept increasing until he reached the wall.
"It’s in the wall?" He muttered in surprise. If that’s the case, it made sense why it wasn’t discovered if others explored this area before. Perhaps they didn’t have a high cultivation base, but they would definitely discover it if sothing was sticking outside or on the wall.
He gently placed his palm on the wall and could feel the cold earth. A flash of silver-blue light formulated a sharp tendril, lighting up the dark area. The tendril pierced into the earthly wall and drilling until it reached the grey lifeforce, and then it attempted to wrap around it.
BOOM!!!
"Arrrgh!!" Yan Zaizen scread suddenly, causing Tao to be startled. However, it was brief, and then Yan Zaizen simply stood there blankly. Tao arrived next to him, attempting to see what happened, but he found out that Yan Zaizen’s eyes were closed. Despite this, his silver-blue energy was still surrounding him enabling his flight. The tendril was still drilled into the wall, and his lifeforce was vibrant as always.
"Damage to the soul?" He thought but quickly dismissed the idea. Soul damage would cause soul energy to be unstable, but Yan Zaizen’s soul energy tendril was stable. Sothing must’ve happened that jolted Yan Zaizen to his current state.
While Tao was curious about Yan Zaizen’s predicant, Yan Zaizen himself was in an entirely different world. It felt like a sea of consciousness, but it was completely grey in color. When he arrived, he arrived in soul form. His eyes held black endlessness, his glabella swirled, an infinite number of white motes of light swam within it, a white fla and inky black orb danced around each other while a silver-copy of Yan Zaizen stood there in inactivity - as if it’ll never falter.
"Such an odd soul form!" A womanly voice shouted with surprise. This voice resounded from all directions making it quite difficult to pinpoint its origin.
Yan Zaizen was startled, looking around to see only grey in the surroundings. "Where am I?" He asked the voice. Despite the sudden situation, he was remarkably composed. He analyzed what had just happened. His soul ca into contact with another, it dragged his soul form from his body, but he could still feel the connection with his physical body. It didn’t feel like his soul form was dragged away, but more so that it rged into another sea of consciousness.
"You’re in my consciousness." The womanly voice stated. This voice was calm, steady, and strong. It felt like it originated from a leader or noblewoman of a country. It didn’t contain an innate authority, but more so a gentle serenity.
"Why?" He inquired with furrowed brows.
"..." The voice didn’t respond.
Encountering this, Yan Zaizen didn’t panic. Instead, he started to think more about the situation till an idea struck him. "You’re dying?"
"..."
"..."
"I am." She responded after a while, her voice still calm.
"Are you an armant?"
"Yes, I am."
"Spirit-rank?"
"Yes."
"Your na?" He inquired. From her flat replies and lack of a violent response to his appearance, it seed his intrusion into her sea of consciousness was willing on her part. In the cultivation world, especially in the Deep Mines, many people rarely do a thing without so form of benefit to themselves. If she allowed him in, she undoubtedly wanted sothing.
"I’ve been known by many nas over the years. You can call ...Pinaka."
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