Theron flipped over a palm, a spear appearing in his hands. He pressed down a foot hard and swung out the blade behind him. He didn’t even have enough room to make a full pivot and instead decided to explode with power in this way.
Chi.
Heat was relative, and at a certain level, so was light. Maybe if a mortal had been standing in Theron’s place, this region would be entirely pitch black to them.
This was to say that depending on the material, how much energy it took to excite it could vary widely. By the sa token, the wave of light emitted from said material could also vary widely.
The visible light spectrum was fairly dead set for a mortal. But for a cultivator, they could see outside of that range. For a Dark Mancer in specific, that range was even larger.
Why did this place feel so bright to him despite not having a source of light? And why was it that he wasn’t being boiled alive?
It was because the source of light was coming from the heat of the tals in these walls, and these tals had electrons that were being excited at such low levels that they didn’t need to be particularly hot to emit at a spectrum that allowed Theron to see.
This was definitely not sothing a tal of the mortal world could do. This was a unique ore of the cultivation world, and it took soone with incredibly sharp senses to get a feel for the light it was emitting in the first place.
That was nice and all, but it didn’t seem particularly helpful.
Except...
Chi.
The wall behind Theron was torn through like wet tissue paper. It crumbled beneath a single application of [Sable Miasma].
Theron turned and walked right out.
A howl of sothing sinister ca from the far end of the tunnel he had just been in, but he simply leapt upward, landing on the top of what looked like a container. They had stuffed him in so artificial box ford of the unique tal.
It shook and rumbled as the creature lurched itself toward Theron’s direction, a process that actually took several minutes. Whatever this tunnel was... it was long.
Very long.
Even given the speed and strength of the creature—though maybe due in part to its bumbling ways—Theron had to sit crouched at the top of the container for a full three minutes before the shaking beca so shocking that he nearly fell off.
’Do of Heaven? Is he trying to kill ? Or test my limits?’
If this was a normal test, there was absolutely no reason for him to be facing such a powerful creature when the examiner should have had sharp enough senses to know that he was only a Gold Mancer.
Theron suddenly moved, flipping his spear in his palm and compressing his hand into a fist around its body with a surge of might so great the air clapped.
He thrust downward, his timing all too perfect.
The creature didn’t even realize the danger it was in. Theron was so stealthy and quiet it couldn’t feel him at all.
In one mont, it was rampaging. In the next, it was skewered through from the top of its head.
...
Betrix’s fist clenched.
"Well holy shit," the fat man mumbled before throwing a piece of beast at—bone and all—right into his open mouth. "I’ve never seen anyone pass the challenge like that."
This was an assassin’s guild. Outside of being able to have the prerequisite strength, you also had to, well... be an assassin.
Theron was correct. You weren’t supposed to be able to see in the tunnel at all. In fact, the tal was so special that even your Third Eye wouldn’t work. The unique energy signature being given off by the tals that Theron registered as heat would interfere. It was particularly radioactive, so the emissions would instead corrode the soul.
In fact, there were many who died before they could even make it to the end of the tunnel and face off against the creature in the first place.
The reason Theron was never even affected by that was because his soul was now sequestered into its own world. It didn’t rely on the outside world at all, so it never suffered any damage in the first place.
Sohow, you were supposed to survive without sight and without your Third Eye, make it down through the tunnel, sense danger ahead, and stealthily assassinate the creature without alerting it.
The most popular thod was actually using vibrations and echolocation. But the problem with that thod was that the creature was even more sensitive to sound than you were. That was why it reacted so fiercely after Theron tore his path out.
But that left the obvious elephant in the room.
Theron was only a Gold Mancer, and he hadn’t exactly used a great deal of strength just now. In terms of raw power, the creature was orders of magnitude stronger than he was—though, for the sake of fairness, its defenses were pitiful, which is why it died beneath just a single strike.
But even so, the creature’s rampage had been heard from all around. It had bashed against the walls of the tunnel continuously. So how had it not broken out while Theron had?
For one, the walls along the sides, ceiling, and flooring were vastly different from those that had been directly behind Theron. He had sensed a density difference and made a guess that it wasn’t enclosed by another, sturdier tal—and he was correct.
Second... with [Sable Miasma], Theron wasn’t directly fighting with the sturdiness of the tal at all. He was just using his comprehension of it to corrode it in real ti.
[Umbral Shrapnel] was one of Theron’s Spells that had the ability to corrode and deconstruct heavy armors and tals. Yet, Theron had used [Sable Miasma] instead for a very good reason.
Theron looked up, his eyes narrowing.
It seed he was about to find out whether his thods were appreciated or not.
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