Chapter 61: The Revelation (2)
A surge of Lifeform magic erupted within Ku Zhiye’s domain, emerging like a sudden bloom of divine light. To a common Divine Willforce cultivator, such a manifestation would appear as a radiant flash—yet this was no mere spectacle. This was the true essence of Lifeform magic, born from the fusion of life and spirit.
The innate nature of Lifeform magic—its very core—made each movement of the practitioner feel as if they were channeling the magic itself. As a result, Lifeform cultivators naturally developed a wide array of techniques: Razor Wind, Soulflare, Mental Projection, and Shadow Step, among others.
“Not just Lifeform techniques,” Ku Zhiye muttered, eyes narrowing.
“Truly unmatched by any ordinary Lifeform.”
Take Shadow Step, for instance. If any ordinary person tried to use it, it would only result in a clumsy, useless spell. But when infused with the innate power of Lifeform essence, it transformed into a highly effective stealth maneuver—capable of leaving no trace behind.
“Shadow Step!”
A flash of crimson light erupted as Ku Zhiye’s Divine Willforce manifested in front of him, solidifying into a sharp, blade-like form. As he channeled his power, the Divine Willforce was drawn toward the tip of the blade—forming a piercing, luminous edge.
For a moment, the blade’s tip flickered with a three-dimensional, deep crimson aura. The air trembled as the blade’s tip pierced through the space above, its shadow stretching long and jagged. At the center of the shadow, something invisible yet immensely heavy resisted the downward pull—yet it still collapsed, forming a single, perfect, dark ring.
“Divine Willforce isn’t wrong.”
Ku Zhiye’s expression darkened slightly as he exhaled, releasing a thin, swirling Spirit Flame from his mouth.
“Still, there are four more techniques…”
He reached back into the fourth layer of the Spirit Veil, a realm he had only recently accessed through the Ink Seal.
Compared to ordinary techniques, this one was far more complex—because it was a fusion of Spirit Form and Divine Willforce.
Transforming one’s Spirit Form into Razor Wind, and then reassembling the Spirit Presence in that form, was an incredibly advanced technique. But to seamlessly integrate one’s own Soulflare with Razor Wind across any region? That was a revolutionary, almost impossible method—akin to a master painter blending colors in mid-air.
“Razor Wind!”
As the words left his lips, Ku Zhiye’s Spirit Presence flared. A massive, swirling Spirit Flame erupted from his body, surging straight into the heart of the Razor Wind—instantly transforming it into a full-bodied, living Razor Wind manifestation.
“Perfect!”
A single Razor Wind blade, now shaped into a massive, obsidian-black Great Gloomfang, emerged. But as it struck the ground, it cracked violently, sending shockwaves through the earth. The impact sent a cascade of dark fragments flying in every direction.
“Excellent technique—must master the Razor Wind and the Soulflare simultaneously.”
“Currently, I still lack full control over the Soulflare integration.”
“Hmm… could use some improvement.”
Ku Zhiye gave a faint smile, muttering to himself.
It was fine in the crimson Lifeform domain—beautiful, even. But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to impress. He was here to understand.
Still, Lifeform magic wasn’t like ordinary cultivation. It wasn’t just about power—it required clarity of intent and precise control.
After mastering a full sequence of newly acquired abilities, Ku Zhiye finally emerged from the Veil, stepping out of the hidden chamber, his form slightly altered, bearing a few new, subtle markings.
The power had increased dramatically. But he didn’t test it yet. Not until he knew exactly how it worked.
“Got it…”
“Should probably go take a look.”
The crimson Lifeform stepped forward, exiting the Veil Chamber, directly passing through the Star Seal Script that had been set in place earlier.
These inscriptions, when triggered, would activate an Ink Curse, but Ku Zhiye had already ensured the Lifeform was immune to such effects—protected by the very conditions he had set.
The long, narrow tunnel beneath the surface stretched ahead—originally wide, but now slightly narrower, its walls already showing signs of wear.
At last, the Lifeform reached the end—and saw something astonishing, something never before witnessed.
“Ah…”
Ku Zhiye gasped, his voice barely a whisper.
Before him stood a Lifeform he had never seen before—a being of impossible darkness, its form shifting like smoke.
The Lifeform’s face, once a mere silhouette, had now undergone a sudden, drastic transformation. The Mouth in the center of its face—once blank—had now taken on a complex, layered structure.
It had been carved over and over, layered upon layers, until it resembled a living, breathing Mouth, complete with teeth and lips. The Mouth itself was now so vast it spanned nearly ten meters in width, three meters in depth, its surface covered in intricate, pulsing runes.
Above it, the Great Earth Core—a massive, obsidian-black orb—hovered just above the Mouth, glowing faintly. It was flanked by a Soulless Human, its face frozen in silent agony, its hands raised as if in prayer.
The Soul Sanctuary above was a vast, hollow dome, its walls layered with ancient runes, each one a seal. Below, the Soulless Human’s face—pale, expressionless—was embedded in the wall, its eyes open, staring into the void.
In the center of the chamber, a massive Soulflare Eye—a swirling vortex of dark energy—pulsed on the ceiling. It seemed as though the architect had intended to build it even higher, but stopped short, leaving it incomplete.
The Great Earth Core, embedded in the ground below, was surrounded by a network of glowing Soulflare veins, pulsing in rhythm with the heartbeat of the chamber.
And above all, the Spirit Veil still hung in the air—its surface shimmering with countless Ink Seals, each one a gateway to another realm.
“Cultivator?”
Ku Zhiye turned sharply toward the voice—only to see a faint, flickering shadow.
A Lifeform—a shadow with no face, no features—was watching him from the darkness.
“What was that sound?”
“That… was…”
Five years had passed since the last time he’d seen anything like this. He had never witnessed such a phenomenon in his entire life—only the Great Gloomfang, emerging from the Veil, had ever stirred such a reaction.
“The Master…”
“The Master has awakened…”
“Excellent. Excellent.”
“The first time I’ve seen such a vast Lifeform…”
“I must admit, I didn’t expect this.”
Ku Zhiye looked down, his gaze sweeping across the Lifeform’s form.
Its numbers had increased dramatically since his last visit—but more importantly, most of them had already completed their transformation. They were no longer just Lifeforms. They were now True Lifeforms, their features unmistakable: armor, weapons, soul sigils, all now present in their forms.
The Great Gloomfang—a massive, jagged blade—emerged from the ground, its tip piercing the air. It was Ku Zhiye who had summoned it.
“Soulflare?”
Ku Zhiye focused on the Soulflare technique—its movements were still clumsy, its control erratic.
“Come on, come on, come on—Master, you… you’ve finally reached it.”
The Great Gloomfang trembled, its blade glowing faintly as Ku Zhiye’s Soulflare surged through it.
The Mouth in the center of the Lifeform’s face let out a low, guttural moan.
Ku Zhiye stepped forward, his body now wrapped in a long, flowing Dark Cloak, its edges shimmering with faint, dark runes. His two eyes—one glowing crimson, the other a deep, soulless black—locked onto the Great Gloomfang.
“Master,” he said, voice calm.
“I’ve seen it—this place… you’ve been hidden for too long. You’ve finally emerged.”
The Great Gloomfang twitched, its blade vibrating in anticipation.
“Master,” the Lifeform replied, voice echoing from the Mouth.
“All of this… is yours. Everything you’ve ever wanted—it’s all here.”
“Tell me… what’s happening?”
“Master,” the Lifeform said, its tone urgent.
“I’ve awakened. The Crest has been breached. The Soulless Humans have arrived.”
The Great Gloomfang pulsed.
Ku Zhiye looked up, his eyes narrowing.
“I see.”
The Lifeform raised its hand—its fingers long and sharp—pointing at the Great Gloomfang.
“This is not just a weapon.”
“It is a key.”
Ku Zhiye exhaled slowly.
“No more talk. No more hesitation.”
He stepped forward—toward the Great Gloomfang, toward the Veil, toward the truth.
(End of Chapter)
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