Chapter 1785 - Rock Bottom (2) (1/2)
Madeleine's body began to glow with a blinding golden light as she began to change once more.
Her hair became a shimmering white that wafted a golden fog, her eyes set into a similar hue, piercing through the skies. Her already white gown seemed to glow with an added purity, and her scent became intoxicating.
The reincarnation will was something only fire phoenixes and those with the Samsara Dao Heart could touch upon. It was a will so enigmatic that it bordered on untouchable.
A will that allowed one to reconstruct themselves… Even if one's talent was among the lowest dregs of the martial world, as long as you were willing to punish yourself, you'd reach an unattainable height with enough perseverance.
However, what if you were already a heavenly defying talent? What if, even without your phoenix blood, you had a god grade constitution that put you above almost all talents in existence? And, what if that god grade constitution just broke through a new layer that should have taken several hundred years to master?
Madeleine found a new use for her reincarnation will. She purposely didn't accept any healing and directly withstood almost a week of constant pain just for this very moment, the moment she could reconstruct herself.
If Madeleine had just had her constitution and nothing else, this form would only last a few seconds at most before disappearing. But, just like a well trained and reinforced muscle, Madeleine reincarnation will skyrocketed her abilities in an instant. Let alone a few seconds, Madeleine felt she could last ten minutes without incapacitating herself.
Suddenly, her control over atmospheric qi reached fear inducing levels. Even enigmatic qi responded to her call as though it had always been hers to begin with.
”My name is Madeleine Sacharro. My husband is Dyon Sacharro. Almost two weeks ago now, our Sacharro Clan became the victims of a vicious attack. Even to this day, the safety of my husband and my sister wives are unknown.
”If you choose to accept my story, I will allow you to leave. But, if you have any intention of making me or my husband your enemy, I, Madeleine Sacharro, will lay waste to you all.”
Madeleine gripped at the air, a swirl of enigmatic qi rushing toward her and the bird to her back.
Her calm, white eyes scanned over the city. She didn't need to hear their words, she could feel their emotions. She saw their hesitation.
”[Peac.o.c.k's Dance: First Feather].”
The majestic bird to Madeleine's back morphed. First its violet color shifted, retaining some of the original, but adding beautiful and vibrant greens and blues. Then, it stood tall, revealing the form of an unblemished and arrogant peac.o.c.k that stood atop the world to look down arrogantly.
Peac.o.c.k's Dance was a Legacy technique of Amethyst's. It was one that Madeline had used many times before, but she had never been able to grasp its true quintessence. Madeleine simply wasn't an arrogant individual. It was difficult for her to grasp the essence of such a bold beast.