As Ery stood there, holding the wooden sword in his hands, a wave of bittersweet emotion washed over him. He had hoped, perhaps irrationally, to encounter sothing more—a lingering trace of his late senior, Fuxi.
But all that greeted him was the faint voice of the sword.
"What was I thinking…." he murmured to himself, trying to suppress the disappointnt.
Ery ran his fingers along the smooth wooden hilt, tracing the delicate engraving of seven connected dots on the blade.
[Seven Star Sword]
[Long Sword - Tier 5]
[Lenght: 1 ter, Weight: 4 kilogram]
Despite its beauty, Ery knew the sword's true nature. It wasn't designed for combat or battle—this wasn't a warrior's blade, but rather a tool. Fuxi had used it to carve intricate formations, much like how Klea used her Lotus pen to scribe runes. The sword was a piece of art, an instrunt of creation rather than destruction.
The voice echoed again, almost inquiring, though devoid of emotion.
"Yes, he has."
A brief silence followed as if the sword was processing the information. Then, it spoke again:
The question caught Ery off guard. He remained silent for a few monts, processing the implications.
It quickly beca clear to him that the soul within the sword was a common soul, embedded within the sword for one purpose only: to help enhance the artifact's potential. It had no personal mories, no connection to the soul's previous life. Its only function was to assist in the art of formation.
As useful as the sword might be for his own purposes, Ery couldn't bring himself to claim it, not yet. This artifact was deeply tied to Fuxi's legacy, and Ery wasn't ready to take ownership of that just yet.
Instead of answering the sword's question, he gently placed it into his storage ring along with Fuxi's other items to be discussed with his friends later.
Ery had expected this, knowing that once they had disrupted the formation's core, the entire space would unravel.
Ashaka, standing by the small lake at the center of the domain, gazed across the tranquil water. Despite the peaceful surface, there was an undercurrent of anticipation. He turned to Ery, his expression hopeful. "When the domain completely dissipates, Damo should be able to recover fully."
After collecting all the items from the bamboo hut—it beca clear for Ery that the domain was beginning to collapse. The air shimred and rippled, the landscape trembling as if it were struggling to hold itself together.
Ery had expected this, knowing that once they had disrupted the formation's core, the entire space would unravel.
Ashaka, standing by the small lake at the center of the domain, gazed across the tranquil water. Despite the peaceful surface, there was an undercurrent of anticipation. He turned to Ery, his expression hopeful. "When the domain completely dissipates, Damo should be able to recover fully."
Ery joined him by the lakeside, the two of them watching as the vibrant colors of the domain—the mountains, forests, and distant ocean—began to blur and fade. The once sprawling landscape was gradually shrinking, pulling inward as if being erased from existence. It felt almost lancholic, as though they were witnessing the final monts of a grand creation. A realm painstakingly crafted by the Sage of the Six Paths, Fuxi, now dissolving into nothingness.
At first, Ery's only concern was to ensure Damo's safety as the domain broke down. He kept his senses sharp, his divine energy attuned to any potential dangers that might arise from the disintegration. But soon, sothing unexpected happened.
As the domain continued to unravel, a surge of cosmic energy erupted from its core, rippling through the air. The fluctuation caught Ery and Ashaka off guard, washing over them like an invisible tidal wave. Both of them staggered slightly, their auras flaring in response.
"What...?" Ery muttered, his mind suddenly overwheld by the energy. It wasn't just chaotic power; there was sothing profound embedded within the cosmic surge. "This...this energy... it holds the law of multiple elents"
The realization struck them both. This was a remnant of the Sage's deep understanding of the 8 elents. The cosmic fluctuation carried fragnts of his elental comprehension, a gift hidden within the collapse of the domain.
Without speaking, both Ery and Ashaka settled into a ditative stance, closing their eyes and allowing the energy to seep into their souls. Every wave of cosmic power that passed through them carried with it a glimpse of Fuxi's mastery. Each elent flowed through them, and within those few precious monts, they were both granted valuable insights into the Sage's profound knowledge.
For hours, Ery and Ashaka remained in deep ditation, their bodies still but their minds swirling with the vast cosmic energy that enveloped them. Initially, Ery focused on his understanding of nature's elents—water, earth, wood, and the life force they carried. But as the energy pulsed stronger, he began to perceive sothing far more profound: the intricate balance between the eight elents.
Ice and fire, opposites in nature, weren't just enemies; they existed in a perpetual state of balance, each one's weakness balancing the other's strength. The sa was true for earth and wind, tal and plant, lightning and water. This harmony wasn't just about creation and destruction—it was about understanding the ebb and flow, the push and pull that kept everything in balance.
Where one faltered, the other thrived, and in their interaction, they created stability. It was this understanding that pushed his mastery of the Law of Nature forward, a step closer to the full realization of its potential.
[Your comprehension of the Law of Nature has improved.]
[Law of Nature: 44 (45%)]
[Soul force increased.]
The cosmic flow around them began to dim as the domain neared its end, signaling the final monts of their journey within this sacred place. Just before the domain completely disintegrated, Ery swiftly pulled Ashaka out, bringing them both back to the shrine near Terra Palace. As the familiar surroundings of the shrine ca into focus, Ery opened his eyes, feeling the rush of returning to reality.
It wasn't just the intense experience within the domain that lingered in his mind. To his surprise, Ery saw Damo standing tall, his entire being radiating with vitality. The young monk's aura had transford—stronger, more refined. He had fully awakened, broken through to the Half-Moon realm.
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