1010 Three Hearted 2 (1/2)

The hall was empty and deserted, no sounds could be heard.

The statues were seated high above in a circle, overlooking the entrance where Garen was standing. He felt as if his entire body was being cut, their horrible vision like a searchlight focused on him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Hu…

Snap!

He took his first step and as his heavy step made contact with the ground, a crisp crumble could be heard.

He made his way into the center of the hall, his wide white cape moved along with his movements, just like a cloak. At this moment, the Crystal Pauldron suddenly lit up like it was signaling his Three Hearted identity.

As he reached the center of the hall, Garen got down on one knee. It seemed as if he was burdened by a thousand grams worth of weight on his shoulders as he fell to the ground. It was so heavy that even the ground made a sound as if it was protesting against the heavy burden.

Traces of energy fields with various properties were jumbled up and fiercely smothered Garen until he was crushed to the point where he could hardly breathe.

He could already feel the main subject of this sense of power letting him go easily, but this terrifying energy field still had an overwhelming effect on him. His muscles, bones and blood were trembling under the high pressure, his heart beating rapidly, pushing his bloodstream forward repeatedly to defend himself from the high external force.

Garen could only feel his body cells quivering and an excruciating pain was spreading on his skin as if it was being torn apart or being skinned alive.

Inside the hall, traces of white frost were slowly forming cohesion under the effect of different energy fields, forming a light swirl of white whirlwind around Garen.

Outside the hall, an old and week elderly woman appeared at the entrance, she held a walking stick and was dressed in a white robe and she stood there, staring at Garen silently.

”How long do you think he will be able to withstand it?”

”Usually I'd say about ten minutes. However, his determination is quite solid, so I think he can go up to twenty,” the pale woman who appeared earlier on was floating behind the elderly woman.

”Ancestral shrine visits, baptism always comes first, then a life-changing of oppressive exercises. The more one can withstand, the more improvements in one's Scarlet Snow Technique, setting a strong foundation for the next advance. There's about a thousand years worth of Cold Radiation accumulated in the ancestral statues. If you have enough determination and your body is strong enough to bear, you'd be able to exceed your limits and increase your powers,” the old woman spoke. ”Eva chose him among all the other Two Hearted disciples, it's not just that simple. Twenty minutes is too little.”

”It's not little, he'd be able to raise his Scarlet Snow Technique to at least a Level Nine,” the pale woman responded in a hushed tone.

”Thinking back, I only managed to upgrade one level of technique here to enter the Half-Moon Level, but it's easier to increase your level when you start off low. I think he is able to pass five levels, he'll reach Level Ten!” The old woman spoke calmly.

”Even Carthage only went up three levels, and that's a talented prodigy you only see once in a hundred years,” the pale lady cast a glance at the old woman.

”Just see for yourself.”

Boom!!!!

Inside the hall, the ground suddenly split open like a spider web with Garen at the center.

A vast amount of Frost surrounded him, dancing around him rapidly, almost forming a white frost column.

Countless frost air rushed into Garen's body, boosting the Cold Scarlet Snow within him. These frosts were the purest Scarlet Snow Techniques without any Willpower, just that they seemed slightly agitated which meant that he needed to endure a large amount of pain to support his body.

Snowflakes were cutting all over his entire body. These snowflakes seemed to have a form but they were actually unrealistic objects made up by an illusion and they were not causing any harm to Garen's clothing, but they pierced through his clothes and shot through his body, causing him unbearable pain.

”My powers… They're leveling up!!” Garen could feel something out of the ordinary. His Scarlet Snow Technique which was originally a fresh Level Eight, the standard of a Level Four Energy Machinist, was now steadily heading towards Level Nine under the support of the strong frost.

The Cold Scarlet Snow Technique originated from the same root as this trace of frost, even though it was nothing compared to the Peacock Technique, he felt an immense force within hiding his Peacock Technique entirely.

At this moment, Garen could feel his entire body being instilled a vast amount of Scarlet Snow Technique frost. He felt his body absorbing the frost greedily like a sponge but also felt agonizing pain at the same time.

After traveling through different worlds, Garen had gone through numerous pains of reforming his body, he had experienced the pain of rotting in the Mother Stream for numerous months, different cruel battles, killings and the misery of mutilation. In comparison, those torments did nothing to shake his determination.