82 Spells. (2/2)

”Mortal Dao..?”

An instinctual murmur escaped out of his lips as his thoughts blazed.

'Mortal Dao... The Limitless Sect was said to be a Mortal Dao sect by the humans. It must be some sort of ranking. But in the case of a spell, which I guess is like my Ancient Fist Arts, it works differently? Maybe a 1st realm spell can only be used for first realm energy, and the Mortal Dao represents its... Power?'

Su Min felt a little excited as he verged on some understanding.

'No, power isn't right. It's more like what causes a spell to be powerful, its complexity? No, it's something a technique, a spell follows. I have always known this, it's like a sort of law... The higher the rank of a spell the higher its law is. So a Mortal Dao spell must be at the bottom, and higher ranks would mean higher laws that the spell follows, I think?'

Yet, as this thought entered his head, his gaze shifted to his scarred chest.

'That reminds me. As I have forced my cultivation to the peak of the first realm, shouldn't I get a new techniq~uh spell?'

He knew that to increase his ancient cultivation he has to comprehend the spells in that space. But, quite strangely, he was able to bypass this and force his cultivation up just by gazing at a speck of second realm energy with the ancient space half-merged in his view.

He didn't gain anything new after that near-traumatic experience of enlightenment. He can only control the energy better, well on a whole new level.

But, then shouldn't he gain or at least finish the incomplete second fist spell he has learnt?

'Mhm, well I can check soon and see if I can still enter the ancient space. Maybe I'll have a similar experience and get a shit load of information thrown into my head again...'

Su Min's face darkened as those memories triggered a little shiver to quake through him, but he threw it out as he concentrated once more on the spell at hand.

”I don't even have a martial cultivation, but this will be useful soon...”

His face lifted with a strange smile. His mind churned, and that far-away speck of light magnified itself until it became a blinding orb right in front of him. It sparked and spat hot steam at him, making it quite a shocking view compared to its once dwindling form.

Though, Su Min didn't hesitate at all as a string of information entered his mind. That floating and almost ethereal wisp around him quivered and shot itself at the fiery ball of light, causing a resounding crack to strike Su Min's eardrums.

Su Min wasn't paying attention to this though, instead, his mind was reading a small passage that seemed more like a poem than anything.

' Persisting, a mighty man gripped his fists.

”I am Supreme!”, he cried.

And so he was, supreme.

Drenched in the blood of the fallen.

Smothered in the guts of those who once stood tall.

Condensed with the supreme law, his Martial Energy surpassed all.

As it is, supreme.

As it always will be, supreme.

For it is the supreme path!

Supreme Martial Cultivation.'

”Lovely.”

Su Min didn't know what to say as he scratched his head and gazed at the mass of light. He didn't control that wisp to just throw itself at it, but he could somewhat guess that he was about to gain the spell; or cultivation method?

'It isn't a spell?'

*WANGGG*

A tremble shook such an orb of light, then in a blitzing flash, Su Min felt his mind flutter as an ethereal book formed in his vision. It seemed to condense out of nothing, except that the ball of light would dim every second.

Until, in a plod, a thin manual fell into Su Min's grasp; striking his heart with a fierce string of words.

'Supreme Cultivation Method'

The text had an aura of bloodshed and battle intent that made Su Min feel a little manic. It seemed to contain an unquenchable urge to kill all, but also an undeniable pride of being above all.

”Sure. A spell...”

Su Min grasped the manual as his blurred vision returned to normal. He lifted his hand off of the orb and stared into space for a while.

'I have nowhere to put this book...'

The black jacket he has been wearing for what seemed for forever no longer had any space. One pocket had that weird Martial Book that he has nearly forgotten about, and the other the jade.

So, he could only hold it for now as he stepped out of the shop and onto the white world. However, instead of the expected emptiness of whiteness, two black portals hovered in front of him.

They each had a different atmosphere, one emitting a bloodthirsty battle intent; the other a peacefulness. There wasn't any indication of which did what, but Su Min could guess.

”Maybe one is to continue and the other is to return..?”

If so, he had the urge to continue. Yet...

”Agh... I should rest and sort out my ancient spells first. My mind is full of fatigue, and I can at most attain the strength of a peak 8th step cultivator right now...”

He was weak right now, so he didn't want to go in without going all out first.

Hence, with a light step, Su Min entered the portal that was shrouded in a peaceful nature...

*SHIINGG*