Chapter 1212: Chapter 105: Mandala
Gongsun Ce didn’t know how a person could practice two Divine Communication Skills, let alone four. Indeed, so super geniuses could multitask and beco Dual Phase Mages, but Gongsun Ce clearly wasn’t cut out for that.
But Yan Qi seed to know.
“Did I tell you to practice Multi-Phase Skills?” Yan Qi sneered, “You’re a Silent Phase Mage, just honestly practice your Silent Phase Skill!”
Gongsun Ce was even more puzzled: “How can a Silent Phase like practice multiple Divine Communication Skills?”
“Can you understand? If you could, why would you need to learn anything!” Yan Qi scornfully said, “Did Dawn Knight teach you how to forge Heart Phase Weapons?”
“Yes, taught .”
“Go and create these four Seals one by one.”
Yan Qi didn’t provide materials or any more hints; he just casually teleported him to the large rift at the center of lt Valley City and disappeared. Gongsun Ce, confused, dove all the way down, breaking through the encirclent of the inherent flas to reach the bottom of the rift.
He almost thought he had arrived inside the sun; everywhere was intensely vivid red, the surroundings heated to the extre, yet the steady flas were as gentle as water, like an inverted dream.
What am I doing here? Forging weapons? Do I have materials?
(Use your power,) Alandia’s voice rose, (Forge with your own intent.)
(I don’t understand.)
(Just try, using Nirvana Fla.)
Gongsun Ce summoned the Solitary Thought Seal, the first Seal he mastered—a gray shuriken cold and sharp. Fully prepared psychologically, he opened his mouth and took a bite of steady flas. Being burned alive by these flas felt as though a bomb exploded within his chest, one experience he never wished to try again.
With death as the price, after initiating Nirvana Fla rebirth, the shuriken transford into a fierce weapon blazing gray flas, slightly changing shape according to Gongsun Ce’s emotions, just like real fire.
(Then what?)
Dawn Knight’s tone was gentle: (Ce, you need to figure out how to ‘fix’ it as a weapon.)
(But it’s already a weapon.)
(It’s rely a lonely skill. Find a way to fix solitude.)
Heart Phase Weapon is a weapon completed by anchoring intent within the material; should he take Solitary Thought Seal as “intent”? But where does he have the carrier to fix solitude, which requires entirely new insight…
No, Gongsun Ce realized, no grand enlightennt was needed; he understood this way back when mastering the Seal. The lonely shuriken is fixed by connections—already existing kinship, friendship, and love.
He began recalling, sinking into the abyss of mories, reviewing past events as during practice. Gongsun Ce couldn’t conjure up positive tic intent, yet at this mont, starlight in his heart illuminated, replacing him with real rather than illusory power, collecting those beautiful spots of light, turning them into weak but tangible pure white material.
Gongsun Ce had “connections” in his hands, recalling various warm or pleasant past events as he grabbed the material. He molded Nirvana Fla into a hamr, forging in this naturally ford furnace, quietly transforming the skill.
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At the sa ti, Shiyu Ling sat on a beach chair idly sunbathing, turning her head to see a black-clad artist silently appearing beside her.
“Yo, isn’t it Sky Extre himself,” Shiyu Ling said with a fake smile, “Wasn’t around when problems arose in lt Valley City, yet now showing up so boldly. What brings you here?”
Yan Qi glanced at her, smiling: “Not much power but a big mouth. Seems you weren’t beaten enough that day in Cangdu!”
“You think you’re great with your Creation Realm peak, huh!” Shiyu Ling gritted her teeth but had no way against him. Yan Qi laughed maliciously twice, reached into his sleeve, pulling out a scroll.
“Your Creation Realm idea isn’t bad; there’s no need for to point fingers. A power sufficient for you to contemplate, no need to rush; first practice a combat Divine Skill, lest dignified Creation Realm only knows book-reading and gardening, making others laugh.”
Yan Qi tossed the scroll, strode away, and Shiyu Ling stared at his back, stunned for a few seconds before standing up angrily: “Teaching?! Is this how you teach, I don’t care, I don’t want it!!”
Without looking, she picked up the scroll, intending to smash it on the ground; halfway through the swing, she eventually felt sorry and secretly tossed it into Dreamland, storming back indoors.
Qiluo, watching clearly on the phone, hurriedly ran to Yan Qi’s side, rubbing her hands with a sheepish smile: “Does Teacher Yan Qi have anything to teach ?”
Yan Qi couldn’t help but laugh: “Girl, I’m a painter not versed in music, how could I teach you anything?” He took another slightly smaller scroll from his sleeve, tossing it to Qiluo. “I do have sothing else to assign; if the situation changes in the final battle, unfold this scroll.”
“Oh, oh, oh.”
Qiluo, fumbling, caught the scroll; upon raising her eyes, Yan Qi had already left. He appeared on a black stone platform inside the large rift, Qin Qianbai holding a black blade, gazing at the flas at the bottom of the rift.
She was reminiscing, recalling the champion’s swung blade “Tenth Heavenly Fire.” She wanted to find the origin of the swing from the Fire Wind State flas, but the more she simulated, the more her train of thought seed misguided. Was that fire really from Heaven? Yet the champion’s Martial Arts seed more demonic…
Fire is the beginning of civilization, as well as the destruction of nature. She recalled Mr. Reya’s words, feeling she had touched a critical point, yet wasn’t able to comprehend it. Unable to understand, she stopped thinking; Qin Qianbai dissipated the blade, asking Yan Qi beside her: “Is Ah Ce practicing?”
“None of your business,” Yan Qi casual sat beside her, lazily saying, “Impermanence Skill you don’t understand, Heavenly Return Skill I can’t help you with. Tell if there’s anything you need, otherwise I’ll leave.”
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