118 The 9th Layer (2/2)

”Can one person be so lucky?” he had to ask himself, these past days Lady Luck seemed to have cradled him tightly within her bosom.

Better to be lucky than good he thought to himself as he pondered but couldn't figure out the reason for his smooth transition after so many days of complete idleness.

He shrugged and sat back down in the lotus position and entered his inner world.

Under the blue star fragment that sat in the sky, this wild untamed world was a paradise of trees, mountains and rivers that stretched out as far as his eyes could see. The star tattoo imprinted over his heart was shining so bright that he could see the blue glow tunneling through his black robe.

Its been a while since he had seen this star tattoo shine so brightly, Hartley concentrated on his heart and to his surprise, The blue star gravity sutra book that he had last read back in the waltham province appeared floating in front of him with a bright blue glow.

Hartley had only unlocked forty pages of this book and now that it had appeared again means that there were additional pages unlocked. Hartley opened the book and started to read, just as he had thought there was another twenty pages.

Stepping into the 9th layer represented a qualitative evolution in his powers.

The bubble-like sphere was a gravitational force field, the culmination of gravity manipulation. Once this was activated he could be free of the earth's gravitational pull which basically enabled him to float freely, it was sort of like flying but the speed of this was undesirable.

This sphere could also act as a shield, sort of like a turtle shell.

It could be used to simply divert incoming projectiles away or it could produce a pulse wave to forcefully shatter any threat within a certain diameter.

Hartley stretched out his hand releasing a strong gravitational down-force, a single tree in the distance was forced down to the ground so fast that it exploded into splinters with a flash of black energy that rumbled like thunder, leaving wooden chips strewn all over the ground in a messy pattern.

Harltey's eyes shone, his strength had increased almost five folds and his control had dramatically improved as well.

Feeling a sudden tingle of danger the hairs stood erect on his neck, Hartley opened his eyes suddenly and was back standing under the giant tree, the mountain was calm and tranquil, The abundant trees swayed to the rhythm of the wind and the scattered dried leaves rustled over the ground. Nothing looked out of place.

Hartley looked to the south, with a frown he punched out. With a booming sound the mountain shook as if it was struck by a huge hammer, the fabric of space became unstable and rippled in a circular pattern as rocks began to rumble and roll down the side of the mountain.

”Your skills are admirable, but you are a mere ant in my eyes.”

Came a conceited voice as a man with long white hair tied back in a pony-tail stepped from the void and appeared among the backdrop of greenery, he stood a hundred meters from Hartley's position wearing a simple styled white robe.

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Hartley blinked in surprise, after his senses had alerted him of imminent danger he still couldn't perceive the threat, but with just his instincts he attacked in the general vicinity of where he felt the danger.

Even though he couldn't sense any fluctuations from the man, Hartley's resolve never wavered and his confidence never shook.

”What are you doing in the Western Hills, are you here spying for someone?” Hartley asked calmly

The man laughed ”So what if I am or what if I came to investigate the weird happenings in these hills, what can an ant like you do about it?”

As the man talked and began to move forward with slow steady steps, his body shimmered with a yellow hazy color and the space around him seemed to undulate like the surface of a pond that had been disturbed by a pebble.

The fire elements in the air writhed and came alive, the surrounding hundred meters around Hartley and the man was painted in a yellow mist that obscured everything. Trees in this area evaporated into smoke in an instant leaving a circular patch of swirling grey ash that danced around the two men as if they were trapped in a snow-globe.

Movement in this area felt severely hindered and laborious. It was like wading through waist high mud for everyone except the white hair man.....

A translucent sphere flew out of Harltey's body in response and surrounded his figure, intermittently flickering with a resplendent blue in the sea of amber.

With the wave of a hand a blue pulse-wave shot out from the sphere pushing back the yellow mist in a fifty meter diameter around Hartley like a tsunami washing away sand, returning the natural color of the world around him as he stood ankle deep in ash.

”How?” the white hair man didn't believe his eyes.

When someone stepped into the Saint realm they reacted differently with the elements, they gained control over the natural element in the air that they had an affinity to on a molecular level, no longer did they have to depend solely on the element stored in their dantian (body).

This sea of amber that was dispersed by Hartley like smoke in the wind was the man's saint domain.