Chapter 165: Spirit Projection

Amon remained seated on the bed with his legs crossed as the Spirit Sovereign Scripture continued circulating through his body.

The energy gathered around his forehead first, forming a dense stream of energy that slowly entered his body before spreading outward.

He carefully guided it downward and felt the strange sensation.

The spirit energy wasn’t as heavy as ordinary mana.

Instead, it felt warm and almost weightless, like a gentle current flowing beneath his skin.

Every time the energy passed through his body, Amon could feel his muscles relaxing while something deeper within him seemed to awaken.

’This feels different from ordinary cultivation.’ He continued circulating the energy.

The energy gathered around his forehead before being dispersed throughout his body, traveling through his chest, arms, legs, and back before eventually returning upward.

Amon focused more deeply on the process. That was when he noticed something else.

....The spirit veins.

They originated from his forehead and extended deeper into his body, taking a small portion of the energy every time the circulation passed through them.

Amon carefully observed their movement. ’They’re getting longer.’

The spirit veins slowly descended from his forehead, passing through his head and continuing toward his neck.

They possessed a strange, almost mythical appearance.

They didn’t resemble ordinary veins at all.

They looked more like translucent streams of silver light buried beneath his flesh, constantly carrying a faint spiritual glow.

Amon couldn’t help but feel that his body was gradually becoming something beyond ordinary human anatomy.

’This is probably connected to the Spirit Sovereign Scripture.’

He continued cultivating. The spirit veins slowly extended farther downward.

They had now reached below his neck.

Amon could feel the spiritual energy moving through them with every breath.

His awareness gradually became hazy and the world around him began to disappear.

There was no sound but only an endless space filled with flowing spiritual energy.

Amon felt as though his consciousness was slowly drifting away from his physical body.

’...Am I entering the spirit world again?’

He remained calm.

He had experienced this condition before, but this time the sensation was much stronger.

His consciousness continued sinking deeper until he suddenly felt that he was about to lose control of himself completely.

Amon slowly stopped cultivating and his awareness returned to his body.

He could feel the bed beneath him and the cool air brushing against his skin.

He slowly opened his eyes before taking a deep breath. "That was close."

Amon waited until he had complete control over his body again before he began the process once more.

The energy gathered around his forehead. It spread throughout his body. The spirit veins absorbed their portion.

And once again, his consciousness slowly drifted toward that strange spiritual realm.

Amon repeated the process again and again.

Time passed without him noticing.

Even the second skin covering his body seemed to be changing.

More of it had gradually spread across his face, blending into his skin so naturally that it was difficult to tell where his original body ended and the second skin began.

Amon didn’t notice any of it. He was completely immersed in cultivation.

Hours seemed to pass in an instant.

Amon didn’t woke up until he heard the sound of the system.

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[Congratulations!]

[You have successfully comprehended a new skill.]

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Amon’s eyes suddenly opened. "Huh?"

He blinked several times to adjust his eyes to the room.

Amon looked toward the window and realized that he had completely lost track of time.

"What time is it?"

He ignored the question and focused on the system notification.

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[New Skill Obtained!]

[Skill: Spirit Projection]

[Rank: ????]

[Description: The user can create anything from spirit.]

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Amon stared at the description. "...That’s it?"

The system didn’t provide anything else and just a vauge information.

Amon rubbed his chin. ’Create anything from spirit.’

That was an extremely vague description.

Still, he had to admit that it sounded interesting.

Amon stood up from the bed and raised his hand. ’Let’s see what this can do.’

He concentrated his thoughts and visualised something in his mind.

Amon closed his eyes and focused harder. The spiritual energy inside his body began moving.

A faint white light slowly gathered in front of his palm. The light gradually took shape.

A body, Wings and a small head.

Within a few seconds, a completely white bird materialized in front of him.

Amon stared at it. "Holy fuck."

The spirit bird flapped its wings before it suddenly flew toward him.

Amon’s eyes widened. "Wait--"

The bird entered his body and disappeared completely.

Amon blinked his eyes several times before he felt something.

A portion of the spirit energy he had spent creating the bird returned to his body.

Amon rubbed his chin.

’Interesting.’ He thought about what had happened. ’Maybe if I don’t maintain control over the projection, it naturally tries to return to its source.’

That could explain why the bird had returned to him. Amon dismissed the thought for now.

He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders. "I’ll experiment with it later."

His gaze shifted toward the bedroom door.

Amon suddenly paused. "...I’m horny."

He sighed. Apparently, several hours of meditation hadn’t solved that particular problem.

Amon walked toward the door and opened it quietly. He stepped into the hallway and descended the stairs.

The house was completely silent.

Amon reached the first floor just as he noticed someone near one of the bedrooms.

Seraphina was slowly closing the door. She was moving carefully, apparently trying not to make any noise.

The moment she noticed Amon, she froze.

Their eyes met and for a second, neither of them moved. A bright smile appeared on Seraphina’s face.

"Amon." She quickly walked toward him.

Amon smiled as well.

Seraphina suddenly jumped into his arms.

Amon caught her, placing his hands under her ass to keep her balanced as she wrapped her legs around him.

She leaned closer and kissed him. Amon returned the kiss before pulling back slightly.

He lowered his voice. "Is Marielle asleep?"

Seraphina nodded. "She’s a very deep sleeper."

Amon smiled. "Good."

Without saying anything else, he began walking toward the room.

Seraphina looked at him with a mixture of fright and embarrassment.

"Amon!?"

He glanced at her. "What?"

"Why are you moving towards Aunt’s room!?"

Amon chuckled quietly. "Let’s try something new."

Seraphina eyes widened when he opened the door of her aunt’s bedroom and got inside.