Chapter 153 - Long Lost Dream Achieved (1/2)
The excitement in MF's cheerful smile was out of this world. She barely breathing due to her heart intensely cheering for the First Ourarian.
Primis was doing her best to maintain this perception. Just the slightest of error and wrong training could create numerous malfunctions that could threaten their own lives. In which the formula of the strings was deemed to be important.
Having too many strings in one shape could lead to a higher mana output but a rather unstable foundation. It would be hard for it to get converted and it might explode in the transportation process to the miniature realm, killing the practitioner by large chance.
Because it was her first time, her consciousness hadn't made any contact with the converted mana itself. Right now, she felt like every inch of her were being torn and pulled apart just by doing this. First experience was always painful, although the pain and effort would be lessened by years of training, but Primis clearly won't make her master wait that long.
Speaking of perception, something was scouting at the sect's platform from an extremely far away place. MF gazed with one eye at their direction with a bright smile, unleashing all of her killing intent before secreting a dense amount of destructive blood from the dark seed of creation.
It sprawled into numerous homing spears, travelling at sonic speed to the rude peepers.
”Lord Ouroboros, where are you aiming?” Tuli asked as she weeped.
”A rude peepers, around two kilometers from here.”
”Holy scriptures, that is so far away!”
MF's perception wasn't that brutal. Although Tuli and Ki didn't see a thing, there was actually an ominous Occult Beast behind their lord, sprawling her jet-black tendrils into the air. Not like it was safe for both of them to meet with Cyanotype directly in the first place.
Cyanotype grinned as she inserted her upper torso into MF's frame of vision from above. MF closed both of her eyes as a signal. The Occult Beast then slowly evaporated into glowing dark dust before disappearing. Her face might be cheery but she would be sweating if not for her full control of her body to not release any sweat.
'Huwaa, effortlessly detecting a pursuer the very moment they gave an ill intent at her owner from two kilometers away is scary, way too scary!'
She was glad that Cyanotype wasn't her enemy.
”What would a cultivator do when they reached the mana perception? Doesn't that mean that Primis has reached her breakthrough already?” Ki then tightened her arms to squeeze the flexible droplet blob, while still maintaining her gaze to the Ouroboros.
”Only when the consciousness has bathed, taking a tiny sip of its own constructed mana, will it mold its soul to reform its original structure.” MF took a tiny sip, excited of her first child to achieve her first breakthrough. ”Cultivating or Usurping is the act of rebellion, remodeling the very core and meaning of existence to an anomaly where we could turn a metaphysical wavelength into a recreation of nuclear fusion with just the power of existing.”
”So, we actually weren't meant to cultivate in the first place?” Tuli tilted her head as she lay down.
”It was more of an abusive nature selection. Just like how animals of the ancient world evolved to have armor and tusks to fend off predators, we as the proof of humanity have made our own conscience into a tool for our gain.” MF chuckled.
Both of them slowly nodded simultaneously. ””Oooh””
From the outside, the other three could see Primis frowning from the stress she accumulated from trying to manipulate the strings into a shape. Her determination burned as brightly more than the bowl torches.
For her very first converted mana shape, Primis chose a peculiar pattern with four sets of raw mana strings instead of the suggested three strings for beginners.
She managed to condense one of them and made an upside down arrow edge, the second string was already connected with the shame shape but in the opposite direction, creating a lidless hourglass at both sides.