Chapter 144 - Final stretch part 2 (1/2)
Nightin's eyes may have been closed this entire time, but that made it easier for him to sense the spirit energy fluctuations in the air, it wasn't just once or twice, but at least a few times every minute.
Nightin didn't speak or show concern for the Chaos Dragon, there may be slight appreciation due to his actions, but it was just a fair trade off between them in the end.
The Chaos Dragon turned his gaze to Nightin without alerting him. He already knows?
The Chaos Dragon thought to himself as the spirit energy booster array ruins shifted locations with each other, increasing the concentration of fire and wind energy by twice. The Samsara law, law of Life and law of Death may be too difficult to replicate, but the five basic elements were still within his range.
As for the space element which Kris comprehends, it was one of the few laws he cultivated alongside the calamity law as an amplifier law, he may only be at the half sage realm even at his peak for the space law, but he was definitely the pinnacle existence among half sages.
While Nightin sits down to comprehend the firestorm element which suddenly increased in concentration, his brows wrinkled in discontent, pursing his lips, he says ”Chaos Dragon, what's the meaning of this? I believe that you should be able to see through my intentions.”
”Don't panic young fella, this may be a selfish decision I've made, but the laws of space and concealment are truly unsuitable for you. You've underestimated the natural laws of fire and wind, you're also one of the few to have combined natural laws together and create a new law path.”
”Believe in the natural laws of fire and wind you've merged together, the immense strength that you can bring forth from within them is unlimited and the limiter is you. You're the only person who's cultivating the firestorm you call as spirit energy unlike others, your body constitution has already been customised for the five laws you possess now and they're the greatest weapons in your arsenal.”
The voice of the Chaos Dragon sounded off from one of the sound ruins this time, giving Nightin an idea that Kris himself was in a state where interruption or distraction can mean death.
After gathering his thoughts and taking a few deep breaths to change his mindset, Nightin centered himself accordingly while his body was cloaked in flames, streaks of wind forming the thin barrier to protect his body from the searing heat.
It's only at this point of time almost one year from back then that he questions himself, why did I forget about the firestorm law which is actually my own body?
It might seem foolish, but the firestorm law gradually began to lost it strength as his foes grow stronger, only now did he realise it wasn't as simple as just a law in the eyes of others, he was the true firestorm himself. His appearance is supposed to be that of a blazing meteorite that pierces through the air and use it as momentum, shattering through all space and concealments.
The Chaos Dragon knows that Nightin had already entered the sudden enlightenment realm once again as he sighs to himself ”Is the sudden enlightenment realm that common for him? Even I only managed to awaken four of them in my lifetime.”
Seeing that Kris was gaining the upper hand, the Chaos Dragon knows that he has to inflict some serious emotional damage, he has to make it through or he'll fall just like him in the past.
Life and Death battles may be fatal and even lead to a cultivator perishing, the great calamity might seem unstoppable as it leaves them helpless and left behind in the dust, but the heart was actually one's great internal conflict and greatest foe.
Clang
With a final clash, Kris and the phantom of himself both retreated three steps back, Kris was growing stronger throughout the battle and victory was in plain sight. He had already seen the next few moves to victory, but suddenly, the phantom starts to take on the face of a middle aged man.
The man had long brown hair that was straight, sharp brows and eyes which can never be seen through. Behind him was a woman with black hair with natural curls, but what was most eye catching about her was the birthmark of a star on her right palm. It was exactly the same as the one on Kris's hand.
”Father? Is that you? Mother? Is that you?” Kris asks weakly, he was fighting back to hold back his tears and his whole was quivering. His parents had left him just when he was only around seven years old, the suffering and coldness he had to endure as a young child was unimaginable by others.