Chapter 43: CALL ME FIRE LORD... (2/2)

Like a snake shedding its flesh, I slowly peeled the burnt crusty skin from my body, revealing a milky white flesh beneath. Realizing I may have overestimated myself, I remembered that I was only at the second stage of Qi condensation.

With a bitterness tracing down my spine, I closed my eyes, facing deep into my dantian. However, to my surprise, I saw an inferno of qi. No more was the mist of Qi that signified condensation but a massive black sun beaming with demon black light.

Gripping the demonic marking, I drew closer to the black flaming sun, light touching what was mine. A soothing sensation ran through my consciousness, giving me a sense of belonging.

Making an educated guess that qi may have affected my flames, I reached out my hands as a black wild flame burst from my hand. Untamed and Unruly, the flames coiled around me before fading. Deep exhaustion overcame me as I fell to my back, gasping for air.

Making a quick note to increase my cultivation as quick as possible, I looked at the crimson flames still burning. Seeing the results I had, I looked inside my spiral bracelet of the last five pills that were worth more than the mansion I lived in before rushing into the inferno with a magical smile.

With the searing sensation burning inside, I laughed madly, somehow still able to handle the flames better, ”CALL ME FIRE, LORD OZAI,” I bellowed as black flames burst from my fist and mouth. Allowing my inner otaku to take over.

With Demonic Sacerlage absorbing QI and Elemental Ether, I felt a large block inside me bust before I could register what happened. Feeling the breakthrough, I gasped aloud as more and more Qi and Ether filled me. The Mark of Sacerlage began to pulse hotter than the flames, but I ignored it, enjoying the inferno.

While the pain still persists, the results outweigh the price. At first, the fire scorched my skin, but as the hours began to pass, the flames stopped affecting me as my body began adapting. Using three more pills, I sat in the lotus position with a cold face completely immune to mortal flames.

With a victorious smile, I rose, drawing DragonsBane while recalling the Illusionary step. Pushing my qi to my feet, I slowly began trying to get a grip on this artes move set. With each step I took, my body would flicker, but I still felt my movements were flawed.

Pondering over and over my movement Arte, I slowly began tracing sluggishly around the inferno. No longer was my body flickering but rather fading like an afterimage. As the hours began flowing, I spent all day and night working on my movement arte.

With each step I made, the afterimage would no longer fade but rather move and react as if it was me. Proudly smirking at myself, I felt like pushing it even harder. With wild abandonment, I continued cultivating and train not caring for the passage of time.

With the constant Qi filling my mind and body, I felt a rush of ecstasy filling me as I trained. Working not just on my movement Arte but the Demonic Spear of Order. The spar with Victoria had taught me many things.

It was not long before I suddenly fell to my knees as a deep hunger and mental exhaustion overcame me. My mind slowly began to blur before I fell unconscious.

”FUCK”, I muttered aloud before Darkness arrived.