Chapter 741
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Chapter 741
After it settled down, Anton felt that the new star with proper fusion still had absolutely nothing to recommend it. A star with fusion was like looking for a bow and someone advertising that it had a string. It was certainly important, but not exactly something special. But regardless, he returned to the little star and found it flickering happily. Its raw power was as small as a true star could get, but he still bound it to himself because of the connection they shared. It wasnt deep, despite Antons hand in the fusing of the brown dwarfs, but it was more than the surface level of Anton finding a star that was somewhere he needed to fight or in an interesting system.
The brown dwarfs had been given a designation before Anton even approached them, with the new name simply dropping the a and b theyd had attached to their shared name. But Anton came up with his own name for the little star that he found appropriate. Joy. Perhaps it was inappropriate to ascribe emotions to an unliving celestial body, but that was how humans did things.
Joy was a sign that he could affect things on the scale of stars- even if it was literally the least impactful end of that scale. Not physically smallest like neutron stars, but least massive and outputting the least energy. The results made him hopeful for what he could do in the future, should he have reason to make another attempt. Like he intended to do with Poriza, armed with the knowledge and experience he had now. But he would need their full cooperation and buy-in first. It should improve their cultivation, but would draw attention which they might not want.
-----
Nasima didnt know exactly how strong her father had been, since he didnt talk about cultivation in front of them. She didnt have a real chance to see him in action until the end, when the rest of them were occupied with fleeing as he held off enemies. But no matter how strong he had been, Nasima was quite certain that she was stronger at her current moment.
She didnt fool herself into believing that she was invincible. Essence Collection wasnt the peak of cultivation. If there even was a true peak, it came somewhere after ascension. She wasnt even in Life Transformation yet.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
Yet. What a crazy thought, as if she found the idea inevitable. Sure, she currently possessed a manual that purported to guide her through Essence Collection and to break through to Life Transformation, but it couldnt be real, could it?
Of course it could. With Anton involved, she found it easier to believe. Shed never gotten a serious spar with him, but she was quite certain he wasnt in Essence Collection like he indicated. Among other things, shed seen him on the battlefield.
While she could admit that a lifetime of experience and an Essence Collection cultivation might be able to strike down foes like that man did, that only accounted for a fraction of the power shed seen. She hadnt noticed in the first battle, or in the tenth. But gradually she began to get hints of something odd happening.
No member of the Order had died in battle where he was involved. And they should have. Not that Nasima wanted any of them to die, but the situations dictated that was what would happen. And Nasima knew it, because she had been one of them.
After the conclusion of the war between Stauso and Vochaye, the Order had been hunting in neutral territory, tempering the sect by battling beasts. Bitterblack Swamp bordered both nations without properly being between them, vaguely claimed by both or perhaps neither. Either way, it was a good tempering ground specifically because of how horrid it was.
-----
Nasima considered herself a warrior, so she wasnt squeamish around bugs or snakes. But there was a certain size that anyone with sense would be rightfully cautious of them. Bloodsucking flies the size of an apple were the least of it. The leeches could drain an unprepared individual in less than a minute, or simply tear out a chunk of your leg. Snakes mixed in among dangling vines, pretending to be something they were not.
She had to watch out for the others along with them, because they were her responsibility. Nasima had an official position and everything, beneath only the sect head in the same position as other elders. It was strange to share such a title with family far older than her, but that was how things went.
And this is yours, Aykorkem declared. Do not think we are mere babes to be ordered around as you please. Leave now or face the consequences.
Of course, he didnt. Instead, he charged right towards her. Not that Nasima would let that happen. With a burst of speed powered by mimicry of light, Nasima arrived in between them. Training in light was difficult, though Anton was able to show her impressive applications of the power. She stabbed with her spear a beam of light emanating from it, but an image of a tiger appeared around Cord. Its jaws snapped down on her attack, the mans defensive energy blocking her attack.
Then they were engaged in a frantic melee, with the Order at a clear disadvantage. Many of their disciples were already locked in battle with the lizard, after all. She couldnt stop thinking about the danger they might be in. The chaotic energy of the battle overwhelmed her senses, but she thought she felt flickers of light aside from herself.
Nasima thought she should be proud that Anton focused on some of the elders of the Cult instead of aiding her. It indicated some trust in her abilities, though she found herself hard pressed to deal with the flurry of the attacks from the man. He slashed at her with long claws weapons attached to his forearms and guided by his hands. She dodged and parried as she could, trying to blind the man or break through his defenses.
She thought she saw an opening, and she took it. Her spear thrust forward but even as she committed to her attack, she knew shed made a mistake. Cord was ducking backwards while slipping towards her, his claws prepared to cut under her guard and rake across her chest. And that was what happened though he only made it as deep as her ribs. Not that such an attack was shallow, cutting through her defensive energy, armor, and muscle, but it didnt cut entirely through her so she was at least still able to rectify her mistake as they circled back around to face each other.
As they faced off Nasima couldnt help but notice a small mark on the mans wrist, one she was certain hadnt been there a moment before. That stuck in her mind to the conclusion of the battle which she managed to draw out enough for Anton to slowly injure the other Essence Collection cultivators among them. The Wandering Tiger Cult began to flee.
The fleeing cultivators began to fall one by one. You did promise that it was their last chance to walk away, Anton shrugged by way of explanation to Aykorkem. And running doesnt change that.
They fell one by one, until only Cord was left, having slipped out of sight beyond the horizon. And then Anton took one final shot. Nasima felt the clashing energy, and could picture the result in her head. Most likely, the shot went right through his heart. I thought you said that Horizon Shot only reached the Horizon?
Am I not allowed to improve things? Anton raised an eyebrow. But Nasima felt like he was avoiding the question.
She looked at the bodies of the enemies around them. Distinctive marks of Antons shots were easily visible on some of them, but there were others that were better hidden. Pinpoint wounds that perhaps even the cultivators themselves didnt realized had happened. And Nasima thought of tiny flashes of light. That was when she began to understand that there was something happening beyond her comprehension. She wondered how long it had been happening.
-----
Over the following years, she had begun to focus on that feeling, and she indeed found that arrows came from mysterious angles. And if she watched closely, she could make out thin bands of energy stretching away from Anton and into the sky. There was no way that was a practical limitation of a technique. Instead, it was a way of concealing something Nasima couldnt even properly comprehend. But while their disciples ended up injured, none died or even suffered incurable injuries.
Some took a long time to recover, but Nasima came to understand that Anton had complete control over the battlefields he was on. And she also understood why he didnt tell her. He didnt want to inflate peoples perception of their ability, such that they would die without him. They still felt the true fear of battle, and the understanding that they could have died, even if they didnt. In fact, Nasima was willing to bet that those who became arrogant would find their battles slightly more difficult.
She was quite glad he was on their side. But given what she knew of him, it would be strange if he was not. This was just Anton, doing his best to make sure the rest of them grew strong. She wondered if he ever really needed them at all. Certainly not for the work hed lured them in with, and maybe not for anything shed experienced yet. But if there was some enemy he couldnt handle alone, Nasima wouldnt mind being there to aid him if he asked.
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Chapter 741
After it settled down, Anton felt that the new star with proper fusion still had absolutely nothing to recommend it. A star with fusion was like looking for a bow and someone advertising that it had a string. It was certainly important, but not exactly something special. But regardless, he returned to the little star and found it flickering happily. Its raw power was as small as a true star could get, but he still bound it to himself because of the connection they shared. It wasnt deep, despite Antons hand in the fusing of the brown dwarfs, but it was more than the surface level of Anton finding a star that was somewhere he needed to fight or in an interesting system.
The brown dwarfs had been given a designation before Anton even approached them, with the new name simply dropping the a and b theyd had attached to their shared name. But Anton came up with his own name for the little star that he found appropriate. Joy. Perhaps it was inappropriate to ascribe emotions to an unliving celestial body, but that was how humans did things.
Joy was a sign that he could affect things on the scale of stars- even if it was literally the least impactful end of that scale. Not physically smallest like neutron stars, but least massive and outputting the least energy. The results made him hopeful for what he could do in the future, should he have reason to make another attempt. Like he intended to do with Poriza, armed with the knowledge and experience he had now. But he would need their full cooperation and buy-in first. It should improve their cultivation, but would draw attention which they might not want.
-----
Nasima didnt know exactly how strong her father had been, since he didnt talk about cultivation in front of them. She didnt have a real chance to see him in action until the end, when the rest of them were occupied with fleeing as he held off enemies. But no matter how strong he had been, Nasima was quite certain that she was stronger at her current moment.
She didnt fool herself into believing that she was invincible. Essence Collection wasnt the peak of cultivation. If there even was a true peak, it came somewhere after ascension. She wasnt even in Life Transformation yet.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.
Yet. What a crazy thought, as if she found the idea inevitable. Sure, she currently possessed a manual that purported to guide her through Essence Collection and to break through to Life Transformation, but it couldnt be real, could it?
Of course it could. With Anton involved, she found it easier to believe. Shed never gotten a serious spar with him, but she was quite certain he wasnt in Essence Collection like he indicated. Among other things, shed seen him on the battlefield.
While she could admit that a lifetime of experience and an Essence Collection cultivation might be able to strike down foes like that man did, that only accounted for a fraction of the power shed seen. She hadnt noticed in the first battle, or in the tenth. But gradually she began to get hints of something odd happening.
No member of the Order had died in battle where he was involved. And they should have. Not that Nasima wanted any of them to die, but the situations dictated that was what would happen. And Nasima knew it, because she had been one of them.
After the conclusion of the war between Stauso and Vochaye, the Order had been hunting in neutral territory, tempering the sect by battling beasts. Bitterblack Swamp bordered both nations without properly being between them, vaguely claimed by both or perhaps neither. Either way, it was a good tempering ground specifically because of how horrid it was.
-----
Nasima considered herself a warrior, so she wasnt squeamish around bugs or snakes. But there was a certain size that anyone with sense would be rightfully cautious of them. Bloodsucking flies the size of an apple were the least of it. The leeches could drain an unprepared individual in less than a minute, or simply tear out a chunk of your leg. Snakes mixed in among dangling vines, pretending to be something they were not.
She had to watch out for the others along with them, because they were her responsibility. Nasima had an official position and everything, beneath only the sect head in the same position as other elders. It was strange to share such a title with family far older than her, but that was how things went.
And this is yours, Aykorkem declared. Do not think we are mere babes to be ordered around as you please. Leave now or face the consequences.
Of course, he didnt. Instead, he charged right towards her. Not that Nasima would let that happen. With a burst of speed powered by mimicry of light, Nasima arrived in between them. Training in light was difficult, though Anton was able to show her impressive applications of the power. She stabbed with her spear a beam of light emanating from it, but an image of a tiger appeared around Cord. Its jaws snapped down on her attack, the mans defensive energy blocking her attack.
Then they were engaged in a frantic melee, with the Order at a clear disadvantage. Many of their disciples were already locked in battle with the lizard, after all. She couldnt stop thinking about the danger they might be in. The chaotic energy of the battle overwhelmed her senses, but she thought she felt flickers of light aside from herself.
Nasima thought she should be proud that Anton focused on some of the elders of the Cult instead of aiding her. It indicated some trust in her abilities, though she found herself hard pressed to deal with the flurry of the attacks from the man. He slashed at her with long claws weapons attached to his forearms and guided by his hands. She dodged and parried as she could, trying to blind the man or break through his defenses.
She thought she saw an opening, and she took it. Her spear thrust forward but even as she committed to her attack, she knew shed made a mistake. Cord was ducking backwards while slipping towards her, his claws prepared to cut under her guard and rake across her chest. And that was what happened though he only made it as deep as her ribs. Not that such an attack was shallow, cutting through her defensive energy, armor, and muscle, but it didnt cut entirely through her so she was at least still able to rectify her mistake as they circled back around to face each other.
As they faced off Nasima couldnt help but notice a small mark on the mans wrist, one she was certain hadnt been there a moment before. That stuck in her mind to the conclusion of the battle which she managed to draw out enough for Anton to slowly injure the other Essence Collection cultivators among them. The Wandering Tiger Cult began to flee.
The fleeing cultivators began to fall one by one. You did promise that it was their last chance to walk away, Anton shrugged by way of explanation to Aykorkem. And running doesnt change that.
They fell one by one, until only Cord was left, having slipped out of sight beyond the horizon. And then Anton took one final shot. Nasima felt the clashing energy, and could picture the result in her head. Most likely, the shot went right through his heart. I thought you said that Horizon Shot only reached the Horizon?
Am I not allowed to improve things? Anton raised an eyebrow. But Nasima felt like he was avoiding the question.
She looked at the bodies of the enemies around them. Distinctive marks of Antons shots were easily visible on some of them, but there were others that were better hidden. Pinpoint wounds that perhaps even the cultivators themselves didnt realized had happened. And Nasima thought of tiny flashes of light. That was when she began to understand that there was something happening beyond her comprehension. She wondered how long it had been happening.
-----
Over the following years, she had begun to focus on that feeling, and she indeed found that arrows came from mysterious angles. And if she watched closely, she could make out thin bands of energy stretching away from Anton and into the sky. There was no way that was a practical limitation of a technique. Instead, it was a way of concealing something Nasima couldnt even properly comprehend. But while their disciples ended up injured, none died or even suffered incurable injuries.
Some took a long time to recover, but Nasima came to understand that Anton had complete control over the battlefields he was on. And she also understood why he didnt tell her. He didnt want to inflate peoples perception of their ability, such that they would die without him. They still felt the true fear of battle, and the understanding that they could have died, even if they didnt. In fact, Nasima was willing to bet that those who became arrogant would find their battles slightly more difficult.
She was quite glad he was on their side. But given what she knew of him, it would be strange if he was not. This was just Anton, doing his best to make sure the rest of them grew strong. She wondered if he ever really needed them at all. Certainly not for the work hed lured them in with, and maybe not for anything shed experienced yet. But if there was some enemy he couldnt handle alone, Nasima wouldnt mind being there to aid him if he asked.
Chapter 741After it settled down, Anton felt that the new star with proper fusion still had absolutely nothing to recommend it. A star with fusion was like looking for a bow and someone advertising that it had a string. It was certainly important, but not exactly something special. But regardless, he returned to the little star and found it flickering happily. Its raw power was as small as a true star could get, but he still bound it to himself because of the connection they shared. It wasnt deep, despite Antons hand in the fusing of the brown dwarfs, but it was more than the surface level of Anton finding a star that was somewhere he needed to fight or in an interesting system.The brown dwarfs had been given a designation before Anton even approached them, with the new name simply dropping the a and b theyd had attached to their shared name. But Anton came up with his own name for the little star that he found appropriate. Joy. Perhaps it was inappropriate to ascribe emotions to an unliving celestial body, but that was how humans did things.Joy was a sign that he could affect things on the scale of stars- even if it was literally the least impactful end of that scale. Not physically smallest like neutron stars, but least massive and outputting the least energy. The results made him hopeful for what he could do in the future, should he have reason to make another attempt. Like he intended to do with Poriza, armed with the knowledge and experience he had now. But he would need their full cooperation and buy-in first. It should improve their cultivation, but would draw attention which they might not want.-----Nasima didnt know exactly how strong her father had been, since he didnt talk about cultivation in front of them. She didnt have a real chance to see him in action until the end, when the rest of them were occupied with fleeing as he held off enemies. But no matter how strong he had been, Nasima was quite certain that she was stronger at her current moment. She didnt fool herself into believing that she was invincible. Essence Collection wasnt the peak of cultivation. If there even was a true peak, it came somewhere after ascension. She wasnt even in Life Transformation yet.NvlRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Novln.Yet. What a crazy thought, as if she found the idea inevitable. Sure, she currently possessed a manual that purported to guide her through Essence Collection and to break through to Life Transformation, but it couldnt be real, could it?Of course it could. With Anton involved, she found it easier to believe. Shed never gotten a serious spar with him, but she was quite certain he wasnt in Essence Collection like he indicated. Among other things, shed seen him on the battlefield.While she could admit that a lifetime of experience and an Essence Collection cultivation might be able to strike down foes like that man did, that only accounted for a fraction of the power shed seen. She hadnt noticed in the first battle, or in the tenth. But gradually she began to get hints of something odd happening.No member of the Order had died in battle where he was involved. And they should have. Not that Nasima wanted any of them to die, but the situations dictated that was what would happen. And Nasima knew it, because she had been one of them.After the conclusion of the war between Stauso and Vochaye, the Order had been hunting in neutral territory, tempering the sect by battling beasts. Bitterblack Swamp bordered both nations without properly being between them, vaguely claimed by both or perhaps neither. Either way, it was a good tempering ground specifically because of how horrid it was.-----Nasima considered herself a warrior, so she wasnt squeamish around bugs or snakes. But there was a certain size that anyone with sense would be rightfully cautious of them. Bloodsucking flies the size of an apple were the least of it. The leeches could drain an unprepared individual in less than a minute, or simply tear out a chunk of your leg. Snakes mixed in among dangling vines, pretending to be something they were not. She had to watch out for the others along with them, because they were her responsibility. Nasima had an official position and everything, beneath only the sect head in the same position as other elders. It was strange to share such a title with family far older than her, but that was how things went.And this is yours, Aykorkem declared. Do not think we are mere babes to be ordered around as you please. Leave now or face the consequences.Of course, he didnt. Instead, he charged right towards her. Not that Nasima would let that happen. With a burst of speed powered by mimicry of light, Nasima arrived in between them. Training in light was difficult, though Anton was able to show her impressive applications of the power. She stabbed with her spear a beam of light emanating from it, but an image of a tiger appeared around Cord. Its jaws snapped down on her attack, the mans defensive energy blocking her attack.Then they were engaged in a frantic melee, with the Order at a clear disadvantage. Many of their disciples were already locked in battle with the lizard, after all. She couldnt stop thinking about the danger they might be in. The chaotic energy of the battle overwhelmed her senses, but she thought she felt flickers of light aside from herself.Nasima thought she should be proud that Anton focused on some of the elders of the Cult instead of aiding her. It indicated some trust in her abilities, though she found herself hard pressed to deal with the flurry of the attacks from the man. He slashed at her with long claws weapons attached to his forearms and guided by his hands. She dodged and parried as she could, trying to blind the man or break through his defenses. She thought she saw an opening, and she took it. Her spear thrust forward but even as she committed to her attack, she knew shed made a mistake. Cord was ducking backwards while slipping towards her, his claws prepared to cut under her guard and rake across her chest. And that was what happened though he only made it as deep as her ribs. Not that such an attack was shallow, cutting through her defensive energy, armor, and muscle, but it didnt cut entirely through her so she was at least still able to rectify her mistake as they circled back around to face each other.As they faced off Nasima couldnt help but notice a small mark on the mans wrist, one she was certain hadnt been there a moment before. That stuck in her mind to the conclusion of the battle which she managed to draw out enough for Anton to slowly injure the other Essence Collection cultivators among them. The Wandering Tiger Cult began to flee.The fleeing cultivators began to fall one by one. You did promise that it was their last chance to walk away, Anton shrugged by way of explanation to Aykorkem. And running doesnt change that.They fell one by one, until only Cord was left, having slipped out of sight beyond the horizon. And then Anton took one final shot. Nasima felt the clashing energy, and could picture the result in her head. Most likely, the shot went right through his heart. I thought you said that Horizon Shot only reached the Horizon?Am I not allowed to improve things? Anton raised an eyebrow. But Nasima felt like he was avoiding the question.She looked at the bodies of the enemies around them. Distinctive marks of Antons shots were easily visible on some of them, but there were others that were better hidden. Pinpoint wounds that perhaps even the cultivators themselves didnt realized had happened. And Nasima thought of tiny flashes of light. That was when she began to understand that there was something happening beyond her comprehension. She wondered how long it had been happening. -----Over the following years, she had begun to focus on that feeling, and she indeed found that arrows came from mysterious angles. And if she watched closely, she could make out thin bands of energy stretching away from Anton and into the sky. There was no way that was a practical limitation of a technique. Instead, it was a way of concealing something Nasima couldnt even properly comprehend. But while their disciples ended up injured, none died or even suffered incurable injuries. Some took a long time to recover, but Nasima came to understand that Anton had complete control over the battlefields he was on. And she also understood why he didnt tell her. He didnt want to inflate peoples perception of their ability, such that they would die without him. They still felt the true fear of battle, and the understanding that they could have died, even if they didnt. In fact, Nasima was willing to bet that those who became arrogant would find their battles slightly more difficult.She was quite glad he was on their side. But given what she knew of him, it would be strange if he was not. This was just Anton, doing his best to make sure the rest of them grew strong. She wondered if he ever really needed them at all. Certainly not for the work hed lured them in with, and maybe not for anything shed experienced yet. But if there was some enemy he couldnt handle alone, Nasima wouldnt mind being there to aid him if he asked.
