Chapter 18
Founded upon the presence of a faint chance, whether small or vast the hope after listening to the presentation of the Crystal Consciousness as it should be, the identification of Its ability to lighten wounds until healing them was finally responded to, with full caution in choosing words strung according to decorum, firmly upholding politeness not only with the intent to smoothen, but also to avoid clashing against the Consciousness that had only recently taken root.
Only to obtain betterment in cultivation, questions were then posed, criticizing whether the Crystal was capable of both sustaining and restoring prime stamina back to its rightful level.
Even when the vow of resplendent words was chosen to align with gentleness, it was no different than a bundle of woven cloth that did not evade in the slightest, greatly indicating potential condescension, swiftly reprimanding while reminding that the wholeness of information obtained by the Consciousness could never be comprehended by an Enlightened Outcast such as Ling Xu.
In essence, nothing could be grasped without deeper clarity stemming from the Consciousness itself, and Ling Xu's sister was unwilling to pay attention, never considering that future priorities might be etched while the crucial disclosure was taking place.
No longer wishing rotten small talk to take place, statements were cast forth and fixed, deliberately emphasizing the severity of the wounds afflicting Huan Zheng, to the point that the Crystal once again asked Ling Xu's opinion.
Attempting to confirm one thing, validating that the chosen answer would not be reckless, interpreting Ling Xu's decision as a pillar in the subsequent execution.
It was no longer about whether it could or could not be done that was criticized, but rather the desire to refuse being part of it, a foundation in itself to be established regarding the necessity of the Crystal Consciousness to save.
Disregarding the glorious records of history before the Supreme Authority was discarded, it was not a mere illness, but a terrifying curse that had once been crafted by the lowly beings known as humankind.
At least before the rise of humankind who successfully staged the great coup, the utmost use of released energy from the fluctuation of the 12 Dao Seed Powers was expected to be inscribed, more or less placing each source as the strongest, positioned at a seed level far higher than the normal predicted range.
Through that meaning as well, interpretation would not halt, continuing to translate the union of the twelve streams of power when unleashed, signifying a complete fusion as a strike of invasion, intentionally wielded regardless of whether it targeted one, two, or the grandeur of an entire group.
Connecting the chain that would cultivate, underlining the continuity of extinguished lives in action, forever spreading and continuously proposing closeness of victims in order to validate the tragedy of simultaneous demise.
By beginning with the dripping of blood from each carefully chosen subject onto each of the symbols inscribed at the front of the circular rune, the encircled formation could not be avoided, deliberately marking the uniqueness of the target to be hunted, implanting the green saliva that kept being vomited endlessly as a symptom, the beginning of declining vitality.
Based on total absorption without the will to leave behind even the slightest remnant, the curse planted would in an instant demand seizure, consuming all reserves, sparing neither power nor mandate borne throughout the domain where the Supreme Dao had been upheld.
Even further regarding the horror of the next momentum, the planting of the twelve essences—more or less the Dao Seeds—would have the chance to shake, instantly tearing apart the essence of life that had long been consecrated for a cultivator.
If such an event were allowed to continue, with no will to mend nor struggle to resist, the variety of a cultivator's essence—from the highest to the Formation of Constellations as the lowest floor—would be dissolved, washing away each vital essence's identity, expelling them, dragging reputation and dignity into the continuation of unmatched torment.
And should the situation touch the Formation of Constellations as the most fundamental guidance, chaos would strike, no longer leaving potential merely to erase body and soul, but when the entirety of data, knowledge concerning all entities, was instantly reduced to ashes by one grand incineration.
While locking onto the peculiarities of the target's characteristics, the continuity of precious moments that should have been kept within memory was made to dissolve, simultaneously realizing forgetfulness on an astonishing scale, translating each fragment only to be shattered with no equivalent exchange value.
Only in the near term would direct assaults arrive, inserting interactions either direct or indirect so as to be repelled, proposing total nullification until precise absence was deliberately crafted.
Clearly there were exceptions, where Dao Supremes at the Dew stage or beyond would simply laugh, not describing the peculiarity of the situation other than tickled amusement.
Yet in the past decades, unsolicited forgetfulness had emerged, initiating absurd behavior among several ancestors when asked to literalize the unique characteristics of an individual, a natural form of anxiety dwelling deep within taboo criteria.
Grounded in the dreadfulness of the curse incantation that grew ever clearer, each uttered word showcasing awe-inspiring grandeur inadvertently raised the hairs at the back of the neck little by little.
And coinciding with the Consciousness revealing that the annihilation of individuals was but this much, categorizing invasive strikes as also including the victim's memories in every source once contacted, the sweat of outflow was then formed, executing free flow not due to intentional factors, turning the helm to reveal nearly the entire body covered, leaving only the face as the spared remainder.
Even though it had been restrained, it stubbornly displayed that it could not be suppressed, regenerating again and again while terrifying darkness lingered vividly in the depths of the heart.
"Wh- what's that supposed to mean? Th- then going forward… how? Is there a remedy, the best suggestion to counteract the dreadful incantation?
"A- and rather than that, should it not be criticized first, clarifying how severe the wound is?
"Just say whether the span of time will be filled with great benefit, or wasted in vain? Am I wrong to speak so?"
At this point, the meticulousness of an eye-to-eye gaze was intuited.
Frankly it was declared far exceeding literal urgency. Therefore the acquisition of injury needed to be acted upon, swiftly erasing all risks before scattered dust could be concretely evaluated in moments to come.
"To leave it this short? Wouldn't the planned agenda seem rushed?
"But setting aside the unspoken opinion in my heart, I beg for orderly guidance. The excellence of crafting herbs does not prioritize what is called an antidote.
"At least in the immediacy of urgency. Greatly is my plea inscribed, praying for your brilliance so that the embedded accord may proceed smoothly as it should."
'Whatever burden awaits, I shall unconsciously swear to bear it!!
'So what is the better plan ahead, O Consciousness?!'
Most importantly, dismantle the wholeness of the Crystal Constellation that I received from my former Lord. Then considering that less than 10% of that man's vitality remained ever awake, with full willingness it must be divided to align with a healthy standard.
It was not advised to divide equally. It was far better that 42% be given, handing over the precious fragment directed especially to the brother in front.
It was necessary to underline the note, jest was not desired, indicating no intention of trifling during the course of the ritual. For even the slightest error would be punished, not merely causing crippling disability, but with great potential obliteration projecting absence throughout the earth until the rotation's complexity was concluded.
A small brilliance had the chance to extend life's span, while a great failure at any time could strike, nullifying your presence along with that man's within the continuity of the cycle.
Honestly, it was very heavy, extremely burdensome if I had to state this matter. Yet to press down the tragedy of premature death evaluated so freely, for the last time this faint consciousness asked, criticizing just how ready the steadfastness was to be enacted in such a manner?
To be continued…