In silence, Xue Jing's body ignited with Dark Fla, burning fiercely. The flas danced in the air, engulfing his entire being.
"With the sa consumption, the output of Shadow Fla has increased by about one third,"
At a thought from Xue Jing, the burning Dark Fla suddenly ceased, transforming fluidly over his body into a black mbrane that enveloped him completely, like donning a suit of pitch-black armor.
"It's much easier to manipulate now, and the mbrane is very stable, showing no signs of losing control,"
Xue Jing nodded in satisfaction.
He snapped his fingers, and the black mbrane instantly transford back into Dark Fla, detaching from his body and roaring forward.
A spiral of dark flas, several ters in diater, tore through everything in its path, plowing a deep trench through the grass. The edges were smooth, not at all like they were burned, but rather as if gouged by the mouth of a beast with sharp fangs.
It wasn't until the Dark Fla tornado reached more than twenty ters away that Xue Jing felt he could no longer control it.
The uncontrolled Dark Fla burst apart, turning into countless small flas and annihilating a large expanse of grass and earth before finally dying out.
"The power has increased, and the distance of control has also improved by nearly half. Very nice,"
Xue Jing said, nodding.
"Next is this thing."
He tossed the green bamboo segnt in his hand.
"To be worn on the head for three days... this color is not ideal,"
Xue Jing's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the shiny green color of the bamboo stalk...
Despite feeling sowhat awkward about it, Xue Jing didn't hesitate to place it on his head.
"How should I conceptualize a talent related to the spirit?"
Xue Jing pondered thoughtfully.
According to Wu Youqing, one just needed to place it on the head and not actively do anything for the next three days, maintaining a lazy state. anwhile, if one kept thinking about practicing a specific thing, it would enhance the talent related to it.
"If that's the case..."
Xue Jing opened his panel, looking at the only skill he possessed that was related to the spirit—ditative Visualization.
"Then you're the one."
...
For the following three days, Xue Jing, with the Hundred Feet Pole's Top on his head, began a period of lazy living he hadn't experienced in a long ti.
Ever since his Health Cultivation skill was activated, he had not experienced the feeling of 'not trying hard'. He had been full of energy.
Every morning, he would wake up and imdiately go back to sleep, not rising until the sun was high. He would eat the als prepared by Miao Miao, and then spent his ti in his room, watching animations and playing gas on his computer. He caught up on all the ani, movies, and gas he had been interested in lately but hadn't had the ti to deal with.
Although he seed to have wasted away in action, his mind was always full of fervent passion. He was constantly thinking, "I really want to work hard," "I really want to practice ditative Visualization," unwavering and undeterred by the indulgent life of pleasure.
Three days later, Xue Jing lay in bed idly scrolling through his phone.
Just then, the bamboo segnt on his head began to make a faint crackling sound.
Xue Jing's spirit imdiately lifted.
Before he could react, his panel popped up.
[Detecting special power...]
[Specialization conditions t, Visualization can be specialized into a new skill. Specialize now?]
Xue Jing's expression changed.
Hm? What's this...
The bamboo segnt on top of his head crackled, trembling vigorously as if it desperately wanted to grow wildly.
But it seed to be restricted by sothing, barely able to stretch out at all...
Xue Jing's expression was odd... It felt like he was... being stifled...
The panel, however, remained indifferent, with no sign of urging him, as cold as a piece of wood
The tremors of the bamboo segnt grew intense. Xue Jing suspected that if he did not click 'Yes', the Hundred Feet Pole's Top might explode.
Although he was really curious about what would happen if he deliberately didn't click, he didn't want any complications and so, clicked 'Yes'.
In an instant, the Hundred Feet Pole's Top, as if it had been held in for hours with a chastity lock, burst upwards a significant length in a snap.
Afterwards, as if drained by sothing, the entire bamboo turned yellow, exuding a sense of exhaustion and wilt.
[Specialization successful]
[Visualization Lv6 (668/3000), a total of 5468 Experience Points, converted to Visualization True Lv4 (468/4000)]
In a flash, Xue Jing's brain felt as if it were being pricked by needles, a sharp pain throbbing through it.
Soon, it was as if soone was hamring at his head, a succession of dull pains pounding him.
He clenched his teeth, his body trembling as sweat poured out. It felt like his spirit was being kneaded and reshaped, slowly taking on a structure entirely different from the original.
More complex, more mysterious.
If his original spiritual structure were compared to a crudely built mud hut, with no refinent to speak of, rely serviceable for shelter...
Now, a mysterious power had razed that mud hut to the ground.
And on the cleared, complete plot of land, it began to lay the foundation for a sturdy and perfect structure.
The process was extrely painful, but it also brought a sense of inexplicable exhilaration.
It was like a pearl, covered in dust and indelible stains for years, being gradually polished clean, bit by bit.
With every speck removed, Xue Jing felt his consciousness beco clearer.
Ti passed unknowingly until the entirety of the bed was nearly soaked with Xue Jing's sweat, and the intense pain in his consciousness finally stopped.
What followed was an indescribable comfort and lightness.
Xue Jing opened his eyes and took light breaths.
His spirit felt as if it had shed a heavy suit of clothes, so light that he nearly believed he could fly.
Ethereal, crystal clear, pristine, and... powerful.
Xue Jing took the grown segnt of bamboo from his head and set it aside.
Sitting up, he steadied his breath and began to sense his transformation.
The mont he set his intention, complex images imdiately surfaced in his heart.
The roaring river of blood, the pulse of solid muscles, the variously colored viscera...
"Is this... ditative Visualization!?"
exclaid Xue Jing in surprise.
At that mont, every aspect of his body's inner workings was almost minutely displayed in his mind.
Xue Jing couldn't help but circulate his Power.
Instantly, all the organs in his body coordinated with each other and, after various complex movents, a clear image of a True Dragon erged from within him, shuttling back and forth inside his body and emitting bursts of dragon roars.
The True Dragon, as though an extension of himself, was controlled as easily as moving his own limbs. The dragon's body flexed, its claws flicked lightly as if tumbling through clouds, free and joyful.
Xue Jing had a flash of insight.
He extended his palm and gently pressed it against the mattress below.
In response, countless streams of fiery hot blood boiled into Ten Thousand Sparkling Starfires, joined with the True Dragon, and converged into his palm.
"Killing move—Shaking Star Fire."
"Pfft—"
A soft noise rang out, yet the exterior of the mattress remained unchanged.
Then, from inside the mattress, there ca a series of crackling sounds.
The stuffing, mory foam, springs... Everything inside had fallen apart, leaving the mattress deflated and collapsed.
Xue Jing stood up and clenched his palm, a shining clear light radiated from his pupils, which should have been dark.
"Controlling my body feels so easy."
He remarked.
It was as if the operator in the cockpit had suddenly evolved into an Ace cha Pilot.
"Then, let's try this..."
With a thought from Xue Jing, his hair began to move without any wind, writhing like tendrils, so strands even knotting together.
"Strength Reaching Four Extremities! Even my hair can be controlled like limbs with the Power!"
Xue Jing ran his hand through his unevenly long hair, slicking it back into a pompadour without a single hair out of place.
"Not even a need for hair gel with my hands!"
Xue Jing was like a child, finding the whole world filled with novel sensations.
He turned his attention to a book on the desk nearby.
Almost as if possessed, an incredibly strong impulse arose within him.
He couldn't help but reach out to flip the book open, then he stepped back a bit, focusing his gaze on the page with a sharp intensity.
Xue Jing's forehead bulged with veins, and his pupils contracted to pinpoints.
After a dozen seconds or so, whoosh—
The book on the desk half a ter away had flipped a page all on its own!
Waveringly, as though an invisible centenarian with trembling hands had turned it!
This was, in the truest sense—
Supernatural ability!
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