Novel Full Chapter 445: One Week (2)
Chapter 445: One Week (2)
At the end of the sixth day, Kyrian thought that it was alright if it took time to discover how to create his own technique.
He was still only sixteen years old. He had time.
Besides, the limit of his eyes, that barrier that prevented his cultivation from advancing, would once again take time before he could cultivate in his own way.
It was the same sensation he had experienced several times before.
Like a completely full container. Like a lake incapable of receiving more water, no matter how much rain falls, the water simply overflows without being absorbed.
But Kyrian was not worried. He already knew what would happen.
With the passage of time, that barrier would disappear.
His eyes would absorb spiritual stones once more. His cultivation would increase again.
That was an advantage exclusive to him.
Because of that, during that week, he did not even try to force or accelerate his studies.
He preferred to dedicate himself to studying slowly.
Like someone walking instead of running. Like someone observing instead of acting.
Sitting before the table, observing the countless scrolls spread across it, Kyrian reflected.
His cultivation was temporarily stagnant.
But his comprehension was not.
In fact... it had never grown so quickly.
The true strength of a cultivator was not merely their realm.
It was their understanding, of Qi, of the body, of the element, of the world, of themselves.
And in that aspect, he advanced daily.
On the seventh day, he finally opened the two scrolls he had purchased from the Core Formation Realm.
These techniques were far more complex.
From the very first reading, he noticed the difference.
The six basic techniques were simple. Direct.
These were not.
The flows of Qi were more refined, with more intricate pathways, with more connections between different meridians, with overlaps and interactions.
The energetic cycles were more numerous, some with twenty stages, others with thirty, others with more than fifty.
The concepts involved were far deeper.
One of the techniques focused on the absolute stability of the core.
Its objective was to create an unshakable foundation, an extremely pure core, like a perfect crystal.
Extremely resilient, capable of withstanding pressures that would destroy ordinary cores.
Progression would be slower, each advancement requiring more time, more care, more refinement.
But the results were solid.
The second followed a completely different philosophy.
It sacrificed stability in exchange for quantity.
Its objective was to condense as much Qi as possible within the core, stacking energy upon energy, creating a reservoir of power.
Creating cultivators with energy reserves far beyond the norm, capable of sustaining techniques longer and enduring prolonged battles.
When comparing the two... Kyrian realized something interesting.
The philosophies were opposites.
The methods were opposites.
The paths were opposites.
But the final result... was practically the same.
Two cores. Two sources of Qi. Two foundations for advancing into the higher realms.
The difference existed only in the way one arrived there, in the chosen path, not in the destination.
That realization made Kyrian frown.
His fingers tapped slowly against the table, a thoughtful rhythm.
"The core is not the objective," he murmured.
It was a simple conclusion.
But an important one.
The techniques did not exist to create cores.
The core was merely a consequence, an inevitable result of the cultivation process.
"The true objective... was the process itself. The journey. The transformation of the dantian."
When night once again descended upon the Sky Caravan, Kyrian walked into the small courtyard.
The moon shone above, its silver light spreading across the packed earth, creating elongated shadows that stretched across the stone walls.
The distant streets still remained active, the muffled sounds of voices and carts reaching him like a distant echo, as though coming from another world.
But here, there was silence.
Only the wind, blowing gently through the courtyard, swaying the leaves of the herbs in the garden.
Only the soft sounds of leaves, of the herbs Kyrian had planted, of the dry grass growing between the stones.
Only his thoughts, flowing like a river, connecting, growing.
He raised his eyes toward the sky.
Creating a cultivation technique.
It was an absurd task.
Even for geniuses. Even for specialists.
Most famous techniques had been refined over generations.
Centuries. Sometimes millennia.
By countless cultivators, each adding their own understanding, correcting flaws, expanding the limits of what was possible.
And he was trying to create one alone.
Perhaps it was impossible.
Perhaps he was being arrogant, a sixteen-year-old youth attempting to accomplish what masters with centuries of experience had failed to achieve.
Perhaps he would fail completely, wasting time and resources on an impossible dream.
But... Kyrian did not believe that.
Because he possessed something that most cultivators would never have.
His eyes.
Each new path, a new understanding of Qi, a new perspective on cultivation.
Each new understanding, a new piece of the puzzle, a new connection between ideas.
Each new vision, a new angle, a new way of seeing the world.
All of that brought him closer to something that nobody else could perceive.
Even if he still did not know exactly what it was.
His gaze slowly lowered to his own hands.
The orange flame, the fire that burned within his eyes, that responded to his will, that connected him to the Bone of the Heavens.
The power he had received from the Great Volcano, from the Fire Spirit.
The snowflake, the ice that had accompanied him since the beginning, that had nearly killed him when he used the Aura of Ice, that had saved him in so many battles.
The crystallized blood, the power of the Blood Path, inherited from Wei Feng Bloodscarlet, strengthened by his own techniques.
The lightning, the speed, the storm, the power he was cultivating them now.
The sword slash, the precision, the intent, the inheritance of the Verdant Sword Sect.
And now...
That strange black fragment.
The Qi of the Endless Needles.
Incomplete, but present.
Six paths. Six understandings. Six different types of Qi.
No ordinary technique could explain that.
Because of that... he needed to find the answer himself.
The wind blew once again, stronger this time, carrying the scent of herbs from the garden, the smell of earth and life.
Kyrian remained standing there for several minutes.
Observing the distant lights of the Sky Caravan, the small flames of the lanterns scattered throughout the streets, the illuminated windows of the taller buildings, the glow of the Sky Family’s tower on the horizon, pulsing with golden light.
Then, he returned inside the house.
Upon the table were the two Core Formation Realm techniques.
Their scrolls still open, their pages still illuminated by candlelight, their words still alive.
There was still much to study.
Much to understand. Much to discover.
The Spiritual Awakening techniques, which he had not yet opened, awaited him.
The studies regarding the Black Points, which he had barely begun to explore.
The connection between his eyes and the different paths, which he still did not fully understand.
And that week was only the beginning.
For him.
Kyrian sat down once more. Picked up the next scroll. And continued studying.