Chapter 106 - The Beast that Killed You (1/2)
The Weeping Soul Mantra, a 12th star cultivation method he had zero foundation in, was comprehended by Harun in a single day. Across the remaining nine days, he merely perfected his enlightenment—increasing his essence and insight levels as well. A part of Jiyan wanted to just feel delighted by her beloved's absurd comprehension speed. But the rational side disagreed, and as she recalled the latent threats rooted in Harun's karmic past and eyes, her rational side won the inner debate. In that instant, Jiyan feared that down the road, she might have to protect Harun from himself.
Harun's thoughts never reached that point. As far as he was concerned, his preternatural understanding of organic and nefarious arts was the only true gift nature granted him, and the foundation of all his achievements. How could he take it as a threat? If there were flaws in Harun's state of mind, this would be the first.
”Considerable dangers south, unknown perils north. I must say that I love miscalculations like these. Makes the game all the more interesting. Don't you agree, Jiyan?”
”I prefer a game of cards.”
”Strip poker?”
”Too soon. Maybe afterward—depending on your performance.”
But as the two bantered, the Obsidian Soul Stone Mine's formation triggered seismic changes in the Forgotten Soul Graveyard. Changes that again altered Harun's plans. All traces of jest vanished from the pair's faces, and closing their eyes, they pulled their Yin Souls back into their bodies. With body and soul in symbiosis, Harun's Evil Soul Tree fully materialized. But ignoring that perk, he sent Mehran several messages, then cast Jiyan a helpless glance.
”I guess playing it safe won't work out,” Harun said.
”Which means we have to make a choice. Who do we endanger?” Jiyan saw through the real dilemma. With their faction's current resources and strength, there was only so much they could protect. Between the Birusk clan, the Vermilion Brides, and the Dark Stone City, one could potentially become defenseless. Each was of capital importance. The clan was the future. The Vermilion Brides, and more precisely Gulseni, represented an information network stretching to the Third Range. Last but not the least, the Dark Stone City provided vast and easy to earn faith resources.
But once they stepped into the mine, they couldn't defend all three. In that instant, Harun was reminded of the importance of sect pillars. Mighty subordinates could relieve so many burdens. Unfortunately, even the Myriad Devil Palace wasn't built in one day.
Closing his eyes, Harun pushed his brain to the extreme, considered all variables, and realized that be it for the current or future woes, he had to gamble himself. Chiming in, Jiyan poured options into his mind, and the two came to an agreement.
Harun stretched out his hands. The golden incense representing his acc.u.mulated faith powers gushed forth, and from the Salvation Hall, a golden beam shot toward the sky. The blood-red clouds scattered, replaced by infinite holy rays that captured the attention of the Dark Stone City's millions.
Faith, this simple word they defiled across years of anarchy called them back en masse. They needed faith. They had to pray and believe that the Lord would save them from hell's cradle. The light of Revelation swindled millions of anarchists, making humble devouts out of hell's fervent preachers.
This free and una.d.u.l.terated faith became millions of Karmic Threads that poured into the statue—into Harun! The Spiritual Incense he spent for this feat was replenished instantly—then multiplied to reach inconceivable levels. Millions of images and faces, expectations, d.e.s.i.r.es, regrets, lives flooded Harun like gargantuan tsunamis, and though the attachment-stage of the Human Realm carried no risk, his mind still went into shock. When the nine millionth devotee reached him, Harun hit his limits and reeled back.
Power. More Miraculous Powers than Harun ever planned to get his hands on, now stood at his fingertips. Delusions of grandeur, identity confusion, temptation and so many other mental plights threatened his easygoing nature. But Sovereign Essence gushed forth, assisting Harun's reinforced soul to smack these challenges out of the way!
Swallowing a mouthful of blood, Harun channeled his Miraculous Powers to cast a grand barrier around the Dark Stone City. At the north, south, east and west, four new statues took shape, defending all corners. The original idol remained at the center, s.u.c.k.i.n.g the supply of faith powers to feed the idols. Later on, Mehran would name this move...the Dharma Sheltering Array.