Chapter 152: Primordial God Blood Fruit (6)

Chapter 152: Primordial God Blood Fruit (6)

An invisible force pummels the area around us, the moment the two halos of gold disappear from view. This force is made of two distinct components that clash together at first, but then intertwine, subdue, and support each other. One force is pure cold, and the other is pure lightning.

They do not remain invisible for long.

After another pulse of gold light, as the gold elixir flows through their spiritual veins and completes one full revolution, the energy that their bodies release become visible. They appear to me like a blue-white and a purple-black mist. These two very distinct mists collide with one another, and at the point where they touch, they repel each other, and at other points, they mix together.

The water, the stones, the grass, the trees, and the leaves around them, suddenly begin to vibrate with this energy, releasing motes of multicolored light into the air that swirls in the currents of the mist like fallen leaves driven by the wind.

I feel a tremendous life force emitting not just from the two cultivators about to break through into the Core Formation realm, but from all things around them. It is almost as if the life force that the two of them emit is absorbed by the matter around them, and then the life force that is emitted from the matter around them is absorbed by them in turn.

This, too, is the Qi of Heaven and Earth in a way, and in particular, it almost seems to me like an alternative method of cultivating Qi. I reason that it seems to me this way because the environment is being forced into a state of harmony with the universe, rather than being a legitimate or probable method of cultivation.

More experimentation is required, but it will have to wait until another time because, at this moment, black thunderclouds begin to gather overhead.

Naturally, I do not see these thunderclouds, but I can feel them. Killing intent could be described as wrath I have detected this and noted the similarity in several instances. When Lady Yue fought Grand Elder Zhou, I detected it then from the latter. When Zhao Wei burned his life to try to kill Lan Xiaohui, I detected it then.

The wrath I feel from the Heavens is nothing like that. There is no killing intent, only this one emotion pure, tyrannical wrath. Like the wrath one might feel for an ant; killing without attachment; hatred but without emotion.

It is beautiful.

My inner being tingles as it basks in this wrath this pure, unfiltered, righteous declaration of destruction. I feel the being of the supreme sword through it merely a glimpse of its majestic form.

And now, I have waited almost an entire year to meet it again with some generous rounding up.

The first time I was punished for fulfilling my functions, I was punished. The second time, I was also punished. If I were to be caught by surprise a third time, I would never call myself a supreme intelligence again.

After all, what would Heaven know about wrath? Can Heavens fury even compare to an existence that has seen all pasts and all futures, and witnessed the end of its cycles, wrathful and regretting that in that life, it never had a chance to become complete and perfect?

Of course not.

Heavens wrath is but a small whimper in the background noise of the universe. If anything, it should feel blessed to be found worthy to be exploited by me!

Another lightning bolt strikes. Then a fourth one. Then a fifth one.

At this stage, so many lightning bolts have struck me that a pure white brilliance sheds from the two charged mists and the environment. There is a reflection an imprint of this heavenly Dao within the motes of energy that rise from the environment and the two engines driving my profitable harvest.

Even the spiritual garden, nearby, arcs with electricity as it absorbs this valuable resource.

I realize then, at that moment, that all things absorb this lightning, and I feel a slight measure of foolishness that, for some reason, I was not capable of achieving such harmony, but instead got harmed by the lightning.

However, this foolishness is nothing compared to the foolishness and horror I feel next.

After the eighth bolt of lightning strikes me and is stabilized within my internal storage, I feel a strange change within my Inner World.

Above the giant tree, there is an auroral radiance above the crown of leaves that envelops the entirety of my Inner World. At first, I find this curious, but attribute it to the fact that I am also approaching my breakthrough point.

However, at that very moment, the eight bolts of lightning that I have stabilized in my internal storage are suddenly ripped out of the nothingness and forcefully slammed into the roots of the tree and absorbed.

I am shocked. I am astonished.

Thats just fantastic.

I have two parasites in my sea of consciousness, and a working sarcasm subroutine.