Chapter 43: CALL ME FIRE LORD... (1/2)
Gritting my teeth, I pulled a low-grade healing Qi pill from my bracelet, swallowing it without a moment's hesitation. The wounds on my body slowly began to close, but the dizziness remained.
Walking towards me, Victoria softly patted my head, ”You did well; it is rare to see someone your age resonate with the elements around you so early.” She proudly exclaimed. ”If you work at it more, then you will discover an entirely new world, the Realm of Elements.”
”Grow strong, Arsène,” she said with a loving gaze before disappearing from my sight.
Laying in a pool of my own blood, I smiled, gazing up at the afternoon star, glaring down at me. With her words still radiating in me, I gripped DragonsBane as I laid on the ground pushing the shadows into my spear.
Feeling my spear vanish from my grip, I concentrated before I could sense my spear in my hand. Turning my head to the spear that was within my clutches, I gasped as I could see it, yet its presence didn't seem to hold significance.
Pushing my exhausted body up, I laughed before leaving with my spear still in hand. No one had seemed to notice that my weapon was drawn as they ignored me without a care. Understanding more about what my spear did or rather what the darkness did, I sent Dragonsbane back to the storage before heading home.
Enjoying the winds against my face, I made a quick lunch setting a plate aside for Yura if she ever decides to appear before walking into my large underground chamber. I had created this chamber in secret for training, allowing me to cultivate in peace without the risk of someone trying to kill me.
Looking at the massive fire logs in the distance, I smiled as I knew some of my servants that came in today had already prepared the necessary equipment for my cultivation. Sucking in a deep breath, I caught the entire log aflame.
A wave of heat and ash assaulted my senses; with sweat dripping from my brow, I released a smile filled with insanity. In order to cultivate the Will of Flames, a cultivator must absorb the element of fire within our bodies. However, in order to do so, we must be near that source or consume it. Consuming the element directly being the fastest but most dangerous method.
Cloaking my body with flames, I stepped into the inferno as a searing sensation filled my feet, rushing towards my entire body. Groaning, I instantly activated the Demonic Sacrilege Mantra. Coiling around me like serpents, the flames began flowing through my pores.
With an outcry of despair, my eyes were the first to burst into flames as I clenched my lids in anguish, but I didn't stop. Using the other half of my mind to control the Demonic Scaurlage Mantra, I began thrashing around like a rabid dog that was lit on fire.
As if swallowing a mouth of ash, I puked my stomach's contents as the flames began charring my insides. My once fair skin had turned black as the abyss. It was not long before I lost the strength to move, much less scream.
With my vision gone, I laid in the inferno of purgatory. The stench of ash and flesh assaulted my mind. Feeling death approaching, my mind slowly grew sharp as I felt a pulse of the demonic Mark on my shoulder. Pushing my willpower and QI to the max, I crawled out of the pit of hell. Clenching the ashes that laid on the pavement for dear life as I crawled.
Pulling an elixir of life pill from my spiral bracelet, I swallowed before I lost consciousness. The sweet flavour of life energy willed my seared body, flowing down my throat, slowly healing all my injuries. Hours began to pass before I finally regained my vision before bitterly grinning at my smouldering form.