Chapter 326 - Past Principles Part Two (1/2)

Little by little, the aura he was releasing changed and passed from a cultivator aura to one where not even a single speck of his varied energy was sensed. From an external point of view, the current Fell looked like any other mortal from the city.

Albeit, his gazed seemed slightly sharper, giving anyone who laid an eye on him that he had something strange in his gaze. A mysterious charm that would only appear on the face of someone who knew what he was doing.

The young cultivator spends the next hour looking at the particular spot on the wall. With each minute that passed, a small change would occur on his facial expression, and his gaze would turn milder.

Yet that mildness couldn't be seen as weakness, because under the soft mildness was hidden a sharp voracity that wouldn't hesitate during a decisive moment. The exact type of mentality the young cultivator was forced to mold into during his years in the Baby Cemetery. And also the same gaze that caused Ol'Moha to help the youth.

The reason was simple. The mildness and kindness that could be seen through the eyes of the youth had been genuine, and caused Ol'Man to take the youth under him, making him work in his bar.

That particular job had been a harsh one where Fell had to do tasks that couldn't be assigned as being glorious, but he gladly ended up accepting anything that came his way. For the simple reason that he didn't have anything better to do.

”Moha gave me a sense of membership in this city. Something that never had a chance of happening, happened due to that encounter…,” he mumbled as he understood that even without him embarking in his cultivation. He would have been a working native of the work, something that rarely occurred for those who grew in the midst of the Baby Cemetery.

Flash of the past appeared in his mind as he reverted back to the time before he embarks in his cultivation paths.

The night's advancement didn't stop under his elusive meditation. In fact, it was even the contrary, as in his sense, time seemed to accelerate. The starry sky entering his sight- through the small hole in the wall- turned into a rolling canvas of indescribable luminescent beauty. He couldn't understand how, or why, but in this very specific place, his connection with his past deepened.

His mind delved even deeper into the atmosphere of the room. And by the time the night had advanced to the point where the dark veil began veering to a clear grey, the state he was in even caused him to lose control of his own power.

His thundering heaven and earth energy turned silent before disappearing completely from his meridian paths, and laid dormant inside of his dantian.

The Crimson-Red hole in his head turned dim as his soul sense seemed to retract back inside of his body.

And lastly, his body shriveled slightly, and before long, his bodily strength had reverted to the peak of the mortal realm. It wasn't just the strength he could exert that lowered, but also the relative defense his bone and muscle had that turned weaker to the point where a bullet could deal fatal injury to him.

By the time the sun rose, and began basking the shantytown existing in the heart of New Casablanca. Fell had passed from a second realm cultivator, to a complete mortal without any speck of energy.

A complete change that could only be done with an innate decision of the cultivator's heart. A seal that couldn't be forced upon, and that couldn't be broken, not even by Fell himself. The reason was simple, and was due to the fact that by sealing his three path, the youth had also sealed the memory related to his paths.

The only thing that remained was a direction he could feel in the west of the Core. Ol'Moha's position.

The entire process of sealing his cultivation bases was a semi-conscious one. Half of the decision had come from Fell's sentiment of knowing more about his past, while the rest was instinctively executed by his own soul.

”I should go meet Moha…,” he muttered as the small hole in the wall had turned into a yellow sun numbing his iris. He rose to his feet- with his joints producing popping sounds- and began moving his limbs around as he had been sitting for a whole day.

As only a small part of his soul sense was awake in this state, he didn't feel off due to the massive change of physical change and quickly adapted due to being in a peculiar state of mind.

It was as though the void in his soul had expended into the entirety of his being; with the small flashes of the past, he had managed to discover turning into what composed his 'whole'. Although incomplete, it could be said that Fell had fully reverted to the state he was before he began threading a cultivator's path.

Growl!

The sound of rolling thunder barked near the stomach of the young cultivator, and his hand weakly moved down his trunk as he meekly rubbed his abdomen.

His face tightened slightly, as a striking hunger moved his entire being and forced him to move. ”What is this hunger…,” he exclaimed in shock as he felt like it had been weeks since he put something between his teeth.