Neave stood in front of the fourth-wave demons. His body was bloody, several fingers shattered, and he was already beginning to look drained of life force. He charged at the bulky demon and smashed its head off with a rather heavily lifeforce-infused kick. He dropped to the ground, drained of energy, his leg shattered and bloody.
Restart.
Then he charged at the demon again and started yet another rampage.
Neave was angry. Interesting things, let alone exciting ones, happened extrely rarely in this hellish place. And just recently, one of those things slipped through his fingers. He felt like he had experienced sothing when he accidentally shattered his spirit.
He had to do it again to get a clearer image. The thing was, he didn’t know what he had experienced. Even more frustratingly, he had this vague feeling that shattering his spirit again would be pointless. So he used the excuse of ‘practicing his life force manipulation’ to blow so steam off.
Restart.
After dying several tis, Neave decided it was ti to continue seriously exploring his options for recovering his spirit senses. Back to the cultivation cave he went.
Now he conveniently had another option. He was very confident it would work. The way life force was used to recover from afflictions and injuries was similar to how it was used to enhance one's physical performance.
First, it was forced into the desired location, and then it was burned. The difference was that one wasn’t allowed to move during the process. When it was done like that, instead of getting spent on movent or action, the life force was spent on recovery.
Neave discovered that so of this recovery still happened even if he moved. At first, this seed like a waste of life force, so he used the sa restriction technique to stop it from doing that. Then he had a thought. Why couldn’t he do the sa thing but the other way around?
He had already tried doing this for his body, and the results were frightening. Sealing a gaping flesh wound in seconds was possible by restricting the life force only to recovery. Well, under the restriction that he had to grab it and manually close it with his hand first.
So he just did the sa thing, but for his spirit. The difference between the body and the spirit was that the spirit was always ‘moving.’ Or rather, it was always active in many ways that eluded conscious control. So Neave simply restricted the life force from being spent on any sort of boost to anything. Then he put around one percent of his life force into his spirit.
He hoped this would result in the energy being used for recovery and not shattering his spirit.
And he seed to be correct. So of his energy was spent and drained on sothing. Neave didn’t feel any different. But he knew a sure way to tell.
He took a deep breath.
Then he tried cultivating.
Imdiately, countless thin strands of qi fluttered through his spiritual senses. He jolted his eyes open in alarm. Okay, that was far greater than recovering just a bit of his spirit senses.
He chuckled in pure, unadulterated mirth. He’d done it. Neave succeeded. He was just now realizing how trendous this accomplishnt was. It was true that the nature of this realm made incredible feats like this possible, but it didn’t make them simple. He could have just given up at any point of the journey and spent eternity staring blankly into nothing and getting killed repeatedly.
He gave himself a pat on the back. Literally. After all, he deserved it! But it wasn’t yet ti to celebrate. The mont had finally arrived. Neave couldn’t help but still feel a little bit of resistance toward the idea of cultivation. Then he grabbed that resistance and shattered it into a million bits.
Neave focused. He observed the strands of qi floating through his spiritual senses. He knew what all of them signified. A single, fluttering mote of light burned softly in the depths of his soul. This one was the potential of a single dagger strike. He reached out to it and grabbed it, then placed it into the center of his spirit. Then he grabbed the potential of dodging. The potential of strength. The potential of life force. The potential of dancing. The potential of…
Restart.
Neave opened his eyes.
“Huh?” He muttered in confusion.
What happened?
He died from sothing, but he couldn’t think of a single reason why that would have happened. So he went back to his cave and started cultivating again. Although he knew this would happen when he died, he still felt dismayed that he had to heal his spirit senses again and start from the beginning.
But that dismay didn’t last for long. After all, if his spirit wasn’t also reset every ti he died, shattering his spirit would have been the absolute end of him.
This ti he sat down and cultivated again. He gathered the strands of potential, but at so point, perhaps after a few minutes of cultivation, he opened his eyes. It hadn’t been a few minutes. It had been days. And he was close to dying from thirst again.
“Oh, heavens damn it, fuck this shit!”
However, he knew exactly what was happening, and he couldn’t help but sigh. Cultivation required one to sink into their spiritual senses to gather strands of qi. However, the body was still doing its own thing. Usually, young disciples, especially small children, couldn’t cultivate longer than a few hours—the reason why was simple; boredom.
While you did sink into your spiritual senses where the perception of ti felt skewed, your body and brain still felt everything they usually felt. Eventually, the feeling of boredom, thirst, hunger, or any other of the myriad distractions that occupied the mind forced people out of their concentration.
Neave was already wholly used to ignoring all distractions, including but not limited to the desire for sleep, boredom, bodily functions, hunger, and even lethal dehydration. This upset Neave since it ant that he was slow at cultivating. Slower than he had hoped he’d be. But if there was one thing he was used to doing by now, it was repeating the sa thing until he got good at it.
Restart.
***
Within his spirit senses, Neave gathered the strands of qi and put them into his center. He was building a small ball, a core shining brighter than any star. The foundation upon which his body and spirit would grow.
But it hadn’t ford. Not yet. It was still just loose threads of qi pressed together. They had not yet fused into a core. However, Neave could sense they were so, so close. He then reached out to a strand.
The potential of throwing an object.
But he felt it wouldn’t suffice. He was running out of ti and needed sothing else, sothing with greater potential. He thought back to his life in this realm. To all he had seen, all he had conquered. A concept flashed through his spirit, and he saw a strand. This strand shone brighter than any other strand he had ever seen. And he grasped it.
He grasped the potential of perseverance. And then he placed it onto his core.
Neave opened his eyes. He was incredibly close to dying, practically knocking on death's door. Or rather, he had been. He watched as a bright golden mist enveloped his body, seeping into his every pore and nourishing every cell. Neave felt his skin tighten, his muscles harden, his bones toughen, and his mind sharpen. Everything he was had suddenly expanded and grown to be more than its ager, mortal self.
He cackled. Then he laughed. It was a pure, joyous laugh, one with a great deal of irony to it. He felt he would cry, too, if he weren’t so dehydrated. If soone had told him he’d be moved to tears by breaking into the foundation realm, he would have bitten them and called them an idiot.
He was still about to die. Soone in the foundation realm could easily live two weeks without water, but that was under the assumption they weren’t already about to die when they broke in.
Neave lanted the fact that he would lose this. He would die and go back to being a mortal once again. He rejoiced at one thing. He would get to experience this feeling as many tis as he pleased.
***
Neave was starting to get seriously tired of breaking into the foundation realm. He had already done it countless tis. The problem was that he had to get fast enough to achieve it in under a minute. Or at least a few minutes. A mind-bogglingly fast breakthrough into the foundation realm, but one necessary for his progress. Well, not strictly necessary, but it was, well…
The problem was that he had to cut the suspension bridge to get so privacy from the demon. But that also ant that he was stuck on the other side of the ravine. Cultivators at the foundation realm may be more powerful than most mortals, but they were barely superhuman.
Being a cultivator at the foundation realm placed Neave halfway to what a determined mortal could achieve through training. An adult mortal with a lot more muscle mass than Neave, that was. If Neave had the body of a well-trained adult, entering the foundation realm would an kissing mortal limits goodbye for good. Unfortunately for Neave, a skinny, out-of-shape eleven-year-old boy couldn’t entirely escape human limitations yet.
Sadly, so of these mortal limits included the inability to jump over a long-ass ravine. This ravine was large enough that not even a well-trained adult could do it. Technically, Neave could make it across the ravine if he used his life force. He tried and succeeded even. The problem was that it required too much life force and shattered his knees, which made it a little pointless, to say the least.
Neave could achieve the foundation realm in around a few hours. Sure, he could run from the demon in a random direction, break into the foundation realm and then look for the demon, but that sounded like a massive pain in the ass. So he decided he’d practice until he reached his desired goal.
The ability to break into the foundation realm before the demon could even reach him. The problem was that this took a lot of work to achieve. More so than most things he’d tried to do so far. It beca exponentially more difficult to shorten the ti needed to cultivate the more progress he made.
He decided to take another short break before he dedicated what would likely be years of work to achieving this goal.
Neave was surprised at how many things he wanted to try doing. He wanted to explore caves, climb mountains or even run in a random direction to see what he found. He decided on dancing first since he thought he could finally do so of the more strength-demanding moves he wanted to try. He admired his newly improved looks in the mirror when he arrived.
With every improvent one made in cultivation, their face also got more beautiful. And Neave's face was already exceptionally attractive. Now he looked like so sort of idealistic doll, rather than a real human being. He wondered what he'd look like if he ever reached the diamond path. He shook his head and returned to what he was about to do.
He started dancing. And imdiately noticed sothing strange. He winced as he moved around. His movents felt… Well, so of his movents felt alright, but others just felt…
Gross.
Wrong.
He felt sothing unusual with his spirit senses and within his life force. His life force and qi moved with every action he took.
The problem was that so dance moves he thought looked nice or cool felt disgusting. A strange sense of incongruity in his body made him feel queasy. He tried strong-arming his qi and lifeforce into staying put as he moved, but he felt this just made the awful feeling worse.
He contemplated not breaking through to the foundation realm and returning to practicing as a mortal, but he eventually caved in and tried to listen to this weird new sensation. It was much more complicated than he initially thought. He found himself repeating the sa movent hundreds of tis until he finally felt satisfied with how it felt.
After doing this for a while, he began noticing sothing sowhat strange. When he let this feeling guide him, he felt that the movents he made were strangely… Efficient? Clean? He groaned. It wasn’t that. The sensations he touched through his spirit were still new to him, so he struggled to pinpoint what he felt.
While practicing a particular series of moves, he noticed a strange phenonon. Everything felt right up until a certain point, where no matter what he did, he just felt like sothing broke. No matter what move he made, it would never be the right one. He contemplated moving on and trying sothing else but felt compelled to explore this further.
It was a dance move that required him to take two rather delicate steps and then jump. But the landing was the problem. No matter how he landed, one foot, two feet, on his head, after a backflip, a front flip, a spin, or a double diagonal spin, it just didn’t matter. The mont he touched the ground, the sequence broke.
So he got the idea to try and imbue his foot with qi as he landed. This felt slightly less wrong, but he still needed the exact move and the exact qi flow.
Eventually, however, he took a step forward, then a second step, and jumped. Neave lifted his arms slightly upward. As his qi-imbued foot touched the ground, the sensation felt perfect.
And he appeared ten ters in front of where he should have landed instead.
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