At a few points in his life Anton had gotten too close to the heat of a stove or an open fire. A quick jerk of his hand and maybe so cool water or a salve to soothe the burn was enough to comfort him after that. However, hed never had fire inside of him before.
As the pressure of the energy in his ridians built up, it transford into fire. It was already far too late to stop, if he did nothing the fire would rage inside him uncontrolled the best he could do was circulate it through his ridians and hope he hadnt killed himself. The energy inside him circulated from his core, the area underneath his navel the cultivation technique spoke of as the Dantian and out to his extremities and back. Each ti it completed a full circulation, the power increased. If it continued, Anton didnt know if he could keep it under control.
Each circulation left a little bit of fla in the middle of his dantian, extrely hot and spinning around releasing more energy. Anton continued the circulations, trying to rember the instructions down to the tiniest detail. He wasnt sure, but perhaps this was supposed to happen. As the energy circulated more and more, it wrapped more strands around the fiery core, twisting like a ball of twine. Then he reached the limit of his control and the strand snapped away from him, coiling around the burning ball. However, instead of unraveling or exploding it suddenly condensed.
Anton had only skimd over the section of the cultivation manual related to reaching the first level of cultivation. It wasnt sothing that should be quick, and he knew age would make cultivating slower. However, perhaps he had underestimated the ti it would take. A month and a half didnt seem like long to a man a hundred years old but for soone who was ten or fifteen years old it was indeed much more significant.
Now that he wasnt dead, he pulled out the starry manual again. Indeed, the text covered igniting the first star. Hed only thought he was making progress along the way, pushing himself closer not making the actual breakthrough. However, he couldnt deny that he certainly had the first star inside of him now. There was nothing else that he could call it.
Anton sighed. Was he young and reckless again? Then again, even if hed been prepared what else could he have done? He was ready to break through or it wouldnt have been possible, and there was sothing to be said about letting things happen as they ca naturally.
He stood up and noticed a cracking sound. He looked down at himself and noticed a layer of blackness on his skin. Was he burnt? He scraped so of it with his hand and found it was more of a sort of goop. It didnt hurt, but it slled foul. He would have to clean himself off.
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After having ignited the first star, Antons body no longer hurt, whether cultivating or not. He felt much stronger as if he were ten years younger. Granted, that would still be what he was like at ninety years old, but he thought he was a fairly vigorous ninety year old. The most important thing is that his ridians felt more durable, so he was able to cultivate more smoothly.
The manual for Ninety-Nine Stars described the choices he had to make next in body tempering. Upon reviewing them once again, he decided that fully refining his ridians next would be the best choice. Better cultivation was good, right? He felt his chest. Since he hadnt died his heart should hold out for the mont. He might want to consider refining the organs in his torso next, however.
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Out in the forest, Antons body felt lighter. Young people never realized what they had until it was too late. That was true for Anton, and he hadnt even really noticed the decline over the past decades, gradual as it was. However, returning to so of his forr strength and feeling of youth reminded him. He had the many decades of experience hunting to rely on as well, since farming alone had never been sufficient. His body moved stealthily through the brush. He saw a small pack of deer, and could actually pick them out well enough from a distance that he didnt startle them. His eyes still werent good, but he didnt need to pick out their patterns just hit them in the side.
He was able to achieve a draw on the bow he hadnt in quite so ti. It was still far below the bows capacity, but his arrow flew true, sinking deep into the side of the deer. It didnt run nearly so far as the one during the snowstorm, and he was able to quickly bring it back to the village where he would eat so and turn the rest into jerky.
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Anton turned dour as he looked over the rows of graves. Was there even any point in cultivating, swearing vengeance upon the bandits? Hes taken the first step, but was it even possible to do more?
He shook his head. At least, he had to finish this job. His shovel drove into the frozen ground, much deeper than hed been able to before. Within three hours, he had a shallow grave prepared. Deep enough to keep scavengers out, at least. He moved to find the next nearest body. Lily, he believed her na was. He tried to rember everyones na, but so he only spoke to occasionally. He made a simple grave marker out of wood, carving her na into it. It wouldnt last forever but it was all he could do. He had no access to stone or a chisel to make a lasting headstone.
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Focusing the next tempering on his ridians was more difficult than he had thought it would be. Perhaps he had grown cocky after having ignited the first star. If cultivation was so easy everyone would do it. The first star inside of him stored more energy than he had been able to before, as well as allowing him to gather it more quickly with the proper breathing technique. However, using that energy to temper his ridians beyond where they already were he found to be quite slow. Even spending more ti each day cultivating, his progress felt minimal.
Then Anton realized why it was so hard. Hed beco aware of his success, his ability to live on at least for a while. He was being cautious, when his only chance of becoming relevant was to surve forward. He couldnt be happy with just the first star, or even the second. He had to complete all of the Body Foundation stage at least to be able to avenge his family- the first nine stars.
With the fire of a small star inside of him, he had to be able to do more. It was quite calm and gentle at rest, but if he riled it up it could spin and more rapidly release energy. That was what he needed. He flooded his ridians with energy, straining them to their limits, limits he more clearly understood now that he had experience cultivating. The fire burned through him, down each extremity one at a ti seeping into even the smallest parts of his body. Once his energy faded to a small ember, he gathered more, breathing it in from the world around him.
He barely slept, not wanting to give up cultivating but also needing to bury as many bodys as he could before the thaw. He was rarely glad for a long winter and of course he would have preferred the current one to be mild and gentle, but it might not have stopped the bandits. At least he wanted the villagers to be relatively whole in their graves, as much as he could do it. But he also couldnt afford to waste ti not cultivating, because he wasnt sure if he could live long enough to beco strong if he didnt.
He lost track of ti, and soon enough another month had passed. Each day he cultivated, he was more efficient with the energy he gathered and he found he could store more and more in his dantian, and the first star. However, he had begun to slow down, having reached a bottleneck. Was he ready to advance to the second star? There was only one way to find out.
Anton continued gathering energy from the world with every breath, condensing it as much as he could into the first star in his dantian until it was overflowing. Then he called upon the energy, circulating it through his ridians, forcing its power against them and into them. Fire burned in his veins, but though there was pain, it was a good feeling. He wasnt beyond what he could bear yet. He kept pushing himself towards the limits, consciously breathing in more energy at a regular pace to feed the fires inside of him. When the fire inside him reached their peak and began to overflow, he grasped them in his control, wrestling the strands of energy around each other until they began to form another ball the second star. It grew and grew and grew, becoming harder and harder to control. His ridians were on fire, the pain constantly intensifying, but he pushed back the physical pain with his mories which bore much worse emotional pain, and the desire to sohow make ands for what had happened. As he pushed himself knew the energy would eventually exceed his capacity, but he was unable to pull back and when he reached the limits of his control, it once more collapsed into a more condensed star. The second star, burning bright. Hed made it. Perhaps he might be able to have so success at cultivation after all.
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