Chapter 472 - Killing Intent (1/2)
”What is the Essence of Origin?”
”Me.” Wang Ling just smiled before finally opening his eyes to the outside world where he returned to teaching Qinyang the Twilight Sword as though nothing had happened.
—Eight Days before the Arrival of the Swords—
The days changed quickly, Wang Ling was surprised by Qinyang's ability to absorb his teachings and by how much Chang Ping had recovered her strength.
[The effects of incorporating the Essence of Origin, is really making big differences… I really need to change how I call that thing.] Wang Ling could not manipulate the Essene of Origin in a fight due to its unknown properties and how it made him feel like he was being torn apart when he tried incorporating it in his attacks.
[The Essence of Origin gives a massive boost in my ability to counter the poison of death inside Chang Ping. It is filled with vitality and that is just one of its many functions. Its strength is unlimited.] Wang Ling very well held the power of everything.
To his dismay, however, he could not utilize it for himself. It was like a poor man on the verge of dying was presented with cursed laced Gold. He could take the gold, but that's with the knowledge that he would die if he does.
Wang Ling felt shitty not being able to use the power to kill others especially since the core of his strength lies in that direction. But because it was at his core to not give up, Wang Ling pushed himself to its limits. It took Wang Ling three days, fifty liters of blood being coughed up, having his soul almost torn, and three chances of being crippled before giving up.
”…maybe I'll be able to use it if I try destroying my soul?”
BAM! Angel hit him with a manipulated Rock on the head just to knock some sense into him. ”You really will die if you do that!”
Wang Ling now truly gave up the idea.
—Four Days before the Arrival of the Swords—
”— The killing continued without an end, the blood dyed moon and formed the Blood Moon — From night till morning, from West to East it was a Sunrise filled with Blood —”
Chang Ping quickly opened her bloodshot eyes as she heard the collision of metal. She had just unknowingly sent a sword slash filled with killing intent to Wang Ling. With ragged breathing, her sweat fell on the floor, ”I apologize, Master.”
”Don't worry about it, take a few breathers for a few minutes.”
”But…”
”Rest is also a part of your training. Killing intent may not affect your qi pool, but it does have an effect on your soul and sanity. This is the first time that you are allowing yourself to be consumed by the killing intent, if you strain yourself too much, then there's a chance that you'll go berserk and end up destroying yourself as I did to myself in the past.”
He advised so casually. Chang Ping could see that Wang Ling was not simply talking her down to it, but truly telling her the truth. She decided to first rest and initiated the method of keeping her head cool by Wang Ling's instructions.
A sense of relief went over her as the red in her eyes disappeared, her head became cool and the raging intent within her died down. Chang Ping finally managed to breathe without the sensation of being suffocated, ”How can Master use this technique without feeling so drained? I am mentally and physically exhausted even when just practicing it! Is there a trick to it?”
Hearing the question, Wang Ling laughingly said, ”Go and wage war against the World while carrying and allowing hate to control you, imagine killing millions in your dreams every single night, dream how you can kill yourself as effectively as others could kill you, resent everything, accept the resentment of others, bathe in the blood of every creature, do that for fifty thousand years without stopping for a single day. Then for the next twenty years,”
”…I did not think Master is capable of making such ludicrous jokes.”