The Twin Soul wasnt an enemy, this ti it was more of a suicide. All he could do was keep his attention focused and away from the Twin Soul. The Twin Soul was inside the cauldron and he had already ignited the flas, using a fire stone. Fire Stones could create more powerful flas than any normal burning wood. Most special refining required extrely hot or special types of fla and those who werent Fire Natured Cultivators would have to use special objects to make up for it. Because of this extra expense, most Alchemists and Blacksmiths were Fire Natured. Only those with the support of a powerful Sect would dare to pursue those paths. In a big enough Sect they would usually create permanent fire arrays or draw up Earth Fla which Sage recognized as magma.
Even without using an Earth Fla, or having his own internal fire, under the influence of Sages Divine Breath the flas of a Fire Stone were still nothing to scoff at. It was the original purpose of Divine Breath in the first place, enhancing the control and power of a fla. As the flas intensified, Sage took out so spirit stones and fed them into the Soul Magnifying Wheel. This was the formation he improvised at the ti to affect the soul. The Magnifying Wheel Formation focused the energy from the contents of one circle, magnified it, then pumped it into the other circle. The Soul Magnifying Wheel Formation was made with a slight change by Sage to feed the energy only into incorporeal energies. Essentially targeting souls or spirits. Last ti he used it to weaken the Twin Ringed Soul Serpents soul enough for him to rge with it. This ti he was using it to destroy his Twin Soul.
Sweat started to pour down his brow. The Twin Soul was like another limb to him, so at this point where it was slowly being burned and simred to death it felt like he was holding his arm over a raging fla. It took all he had to maintain concentration, he had to control the Formation as well as continue to stoke the flas and resist the desire to free the Twin Soul. It was like having the resolve to sever ones own limb. There was a ntal block that would make it impossible for a person without great reason and intense desire. If a persons arm was diseased or destroyed beyond saving it was best to chop it off in one go to prevent further damage. Sage didnt have such a luxury. He didnt have a way to instantly destroy the Twin Soul, all he could do was slowly burn it to death.
Through the process he was overwheld with pain at least a dozen tis. Each ti he lost control of the Formation and the flas, letting them simr and cool as he fell to the ground and smashed his fists into the dirt. He yelled into the sky and ramd his chest into a tree. Using the different types of pain to try and distract himself from the burning away of his Twin Soul. Luckily, it was still trapped within the cauldron or he feared he might just send it to run off into the distance to draw away the mark. The only problem was that he would rely be delaying things. His enemies would probably find his Twin Soul and use it to harm him or seek him out. Worse yet, hed lose the help of his Twin Soul if it was forced to hide in so obscure location.
I must endure this!
Finally, after half the day had passed, Sage was finally successful. The Twin Soul finally dissolved into tiny particles, the technique destroyed. The mark on it was suddenly released, detonating inside the cauldron and turning even the tiny particles of the Twin Soul into nothingness. The cauldron amazingly stayed in one piece, but from the look of it, was no longer fit for use. Previously it was a squat round shape, a sort of tomato or onion shape with, but now it was bulging and ballooning out in strange places like canned food far past its expiration date. Fearful of future complications, Sage didnt even send his spirit sense into the cauldron, let alone open or take it along anymore. He collected the Dawn Pillar and then wiped away the Soul Magnifying Wheel Formation before escaping quickly.
Sage fled down the river once again traveling for a few hours, this ti swimming with the current to increase his speed. Linking himself with an Erald Dragonfly, Sage took so ti creating false tracks. Climbing onto the bank and making a ss, heading into the woods then flying back and dropping into the river. Once hed created a half-dozen different trails he left by the air and just flew off in a random direction. When night fell he headed towards the nearest mountain to look for a cave. After an hour or searching he gave up, none of the caves matched his needs so he just made his own. Linking to a Steel Silk Centipede, it only took a few minutes for its powerful blades and acid to carve out the ordinary stone into a small tunnel that led to a single cavern. The tunnel was about 3 feet wide, the sa size as the Centipedes body, and the room at the end was about the size of a large bedroom. After it was complete, Sage linked to a Chaleon Mantis and used it to start scouting. He had no idea where he was so he took a quick break to take his bearings and recover from his escape.
With the Mantids help, he soon got a rough idea of his location and planned a route back to the Holy Fla Sect. In the anti he reactivated the Human Seal and dressed himself properly, wearing simple clothing and not one of the magical garnts from the Soul Taming Abode. Hed already lost one set, so he didnt want to wear another till he properly studied them. Certainly, if he had better protection it would protect his life, but it could also attract attention. Hed done another dozen searches of himself, looking everywhere he could think of and found no more marks or unordinary places. Even still, he was anxious. After he was recovered, he ford a new Twin Soul, splitting his soul in two once again. Luckily, the Twin Soul had gained a lot in the past so even losing half of it, his soul and Twin Soul were still larger than they had been before he went to the Secret Domain.
The distance was great, but Sage spared no expense this ti. Each ti a Spirit Insect grew tired, Sage would take a few minutes to grow a brand new one before continuing on again. Each ti he wasted about ten spirit stones, but he was too worried to care. Before he ran into those people from the Cult of the Woodlord he had spent nearly all of his spirit stones. Thankfully, among the group of six, he had gained over twelve thousand spirit stones without even counting any of the other possessions they had. With that new wealth he didnt care that the rapid escape wasted more than three hundred spirit stones, he was just glad to be ho.
He wasnt relaxed yet. There was a reason he hurried back. Imdiately he went to Peak Master Zhens Cave. He put in an urgent request to et with the Peak Master, talking to one of those little birds from the last ti. Once again he admired the extre and garish decorative style of the Peak Master. Thankfully, he only had to wait a few hours before he was summoned by one of the little pink telepathic birds, which he had since learned were called Mystic Sparrows, and he rushed to follow after it. Finally, Peak Master Zhen t him with a strange look on her face, What happened for you to need to et so urgently?
Sage let his worry show on his face, quickly bringing out a stack of objects. All of them were the possessions of the Leader of that group of Cultivators. He even brought out the pile of ten thousand spirit stones and started to explain to Peak Master Zhen.
You killed a group from the Cult of the Woodlord? What guts! They may be our rival, but this is the sort of thing that starts a war if it's found out.
The Peak Master interrupted him a few more tis before he finally finished his story. Once it was done, she closed her eyes and Sage felt a magnificent power descend upon him. It was like the air suddenly thickened like soup and a thousand pound blanket fell down on his head, forcing him down to his knees. A normal mortal would have been smashed to death just feeling the power of her presence pushing down on them, but Sage wasnt a normal person after all. He could just barely resist. After a few minutes, she nodded her head, You did well. There are no other marks on you. Its also good you didnt touch anything else. At least three more of the objects he carried have similar traps.
Sage imdiately felt a chill. The pressure of the Peak Master dissipated, but he felt sweat pouring down his back. If he had been just a bit more reckless it was likely he would be dead soon.
Dont be down, it seems youve found fortune in calamity. Youre quite lucky that Im not going to take any of these treasures in return for my help. Ill just be having so copies made of these manuals.
Sage lifted one eyebrow, a look of curiosity on his face.
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