Chapter 318 Birth of the Empyrean Blacksmith I (1/2)
CHAPTER 318
BIRTH OF THE EMPYREAN BLACKSMITH (I)
[Lyonel Qa'yi – Human – Level 1000(?)]
Titles: Adept of Writ (???), Empyrean Soldier (???), Continental Crafter, Harbinger of Chaos, The Unbent, Destroyer of Life, Beholder of Madness, Writ Slayer, Ender of Light, Dragon Rider
Occupations: Beggar (Level 86), Blacksmith (Level 800 - Continental Archmaster), Cultivator (Level 20)
Martial Arts: Empyrean Will (Level 3), Peerless Empyrean Spear Scripture (Level 2), Sword of Chaos (???), Berserk, Unshackled, Aeonian Body, Weapon Mastery
Primal Spirits: Ra, Ye, Gu, Li, Glog, Tet, Ashta
Damage: 21,600,000
Defense: 8,600,000
What was the difference between all the previous realms and becoming a Void Titular? That's an answer Lino was currently trying to figure out, seated on top of a crystal-like altar, enshrouded in milky-white mist all around, drawing Qi from hundreds of miles all around. His mind spun more quickly than ever before, images flashing through his thoughts, words, concepts, truths and lies, his entire life crammed into a singular flash of memories.
His black hair streaked upwardly as though there was wind beneath him blowing up. He had his eyes closed, his expression placid and tranquil, his posture relaxed. It was a moment of monumental change, both within and without; after having spent over two years in practically perpetual solace, training in silence, he'd finally come this far -- yet only a massive wall awaited him. There was no one in the entire world who could help him traverse it -- it was something he had to do himself for himself, as every crossing was vastly different than the other.
What it meant to become a Titular was different or everyone; to Hannah, for instance, it was finally letting go of the fear and guilt over what she believed. It could be something as simple as merely desiring for it, and yet it could be something so complex one can never hope to even achieve it. Lino himself had no idea what his would be like, though if it were to go anything like Hannah's, he could venture a guess or two.
After nearly an entire day of silent sitting, he opened his eyes slowly and breathed out. He had a rather bitter expression on his face, his lips curling up into a faint smile before he stepped off the altar and into the frosted wild. Hannah and Seya sat down below, both anxiously looking at the alter, their expressions also turning bitter when they saw him walk out.
”Good god, you suck!” Seya exclaimed. ”That was your third time moron! Do you have absolutely any talent to speak of?!”
”... oi, oi, ease with the anger, peacock,” Lino grumbled, sitting down next to the two of them. ”Don't you think I'm also tired of moving my ass back and forth?”
”What's the problem?” Hannah asked with a sympathetic expression.
”... I don't know,” Lino sighed. ”It's not that I'm unable to cross... it's almost as though there's no bridge to the other side. Just... blackness.”
”Did you try lighting it up with one of your jokes?” Seya poked at him.