“Throwing Thy Palm at the Abyss,”

I left, alongside Aran and Uncle Jim, to Yan city just as the sun set down.

Then, we encountered the balls of fur, who were shrieking and howling, at the prime of the night.

From then, I ran. And ran. Ran. And ran yet again. Continued running, and running and running. I ran nonstop.

I heard the screams of the balls of fur--and then the screams of Uncle Jim.

Who would have thought that the balls of fur, who were just shrieking and howling earlier, can actually attack? I simply thought that they just make sounds to confuse someone...to make them pass out.

However, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Their shouts weren’t in order to confuse the enemy. Nay, it was to alert their companions. Their kinsmen. After countless hordes of balls of fur came to be, they all...simultaneously pounced at Uncle Jim.

Uncle Jim, in an effort to destroy as many as possible, shouted. Screamed. His voice echoed out, causing some of the balls of fur to fall down, having their fur dyed red in their own blood.

My mind simply went blank, and I ran and ran and ran and ran.

And then, I took a look at the sky; at the sun’s raising.

How can the sun, who laid witness to my birth, who laid witness to the birth of Uncle Jim, who laid witness the birth of our village, who laid witness to the start of our history, who laid witness to our everything...even our deaths, still have the ability to rise?

I don’t understand. I can’t understand.

How is it possible, for it to not simply give up and rest forever, giving us everlasting darkness; immortal night?

“How beautiful...”

This, is true beauty.

The beauty of the sun. Forget the moon. Forget the stars. The determination shown by the sun is unprecedented, truly beautiful beyond anything else.

The ability to exhale this sort of heat, this sort of power, even after laying witness to the birth and death of countless people. Without a doubt, there are many who worship the sun. I can understand their feelings, even if it’s only a tiny bit. Seeing it’s children rise and fall, seeing the heroes of legend as they are made, and as they get destroyed. Yet, it still rises. Yet, it still showers us with warmth.

A single sentence came to mind as I saw this.

“Throwing Thy Palm at the Abyss,”

The very first verse of the legend that the corrupt saint, the person who is likely the culprit of what has happened, forcibly implanted into my mind. My conscience.

“The sun is at war with the darkness; with the night; with the unknown; with the future!”

Simply facing the Abyss, head on!

No matter how many blows the sun receives, no matter how many people it saw die, it’ll continue to rise! Until the day that it could no longer exert anymore heat!!!

“Throwing Thy Palm at the Abyss!!!”

At this moment, I have gained my very first enlightenment in the way of the immortal. Or at least, that’s how my future self would take this experience to be.

Witnessing every single loved one you have, disappear in the very same night...

...And having the determination to move on! To fight! To change their fates!!

I stared at the burning sun with all my strength. At the moment, the sun’s strength has yet to reach the point of burning my eyes if I looked at it straight.

In return, golden, almost invisible threads flouted in the air.

“The first time I saw these threads, they were red.”

I slowly inhaled.

“They were coming out of the ball of fur.”

“The second time I saw these threads, they were green.”

I exhaled.

“Uncle Jim was the one who forced them outside.”

“The third time, they were golden.”

A lot of knowledge was being dumped into my mind, as I understood the very first verse of the ancient legend.

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There are still, thirteen verses left...Yet, just by understanding the meaning of the first, I came to understand many things.

I now understand what Qi is. I now have a basic gist of Qi, which is pronounced as Chi.

I felt as if all this information was already in my head, locked behind a door.

The first verse was simply the key, that unlocked the door of knowledge.

I think, that corrupt saint was the one who stored all of this inside my head, alongside the legend. If I were to understand the very first verse, then I would gain the basic understanding of the world. The world of immortals, that is.

“Qi. Who would have thought Qi was something as stupid as this...how can something as stupid as this, possibly lead to the death of everyone?”

Truly nonsense. Truly, a masterpiece.

“The body is nothing but a cup, while Qi is the water that fills the cup! However, the water within the cup needs to be filtered out of impurities. The same goes to Qi, you must purify it to the greatest extent! Due to not being able to do that, the human body, which is the cup, regularly kicks out the impure Qi, and absorbs new Qi. Simply put, replace the old with the new!”

However, that is the maximum extent of the knowledge that I’ve unlocked.

Simply put, I only gained a simple understanding of Qi, the basis of all the living. More and more golden threads entered my body.

“What’s the point of feeling sorry. What’s the point of feeling sad. If what Uncle Jim said is right, then Daddy should be alive. Corrupted Qi...what exactly is that? What could that mean? If I were to understand the second verse, would I understand?”

“Uncle Jim. I really, really hope you're alive. No, I know that you are alive...You’re an immortal! You can wield Qi!! You must still be alive. I’ll be waiting for you, alongside Aran, at Yan city...So you better come back fast!”

I raised my hand to touch the golden threads that are pouring into my body, through every pore in my body. I pointed my finger at them, and the threads joyful danced in response.

I couldn’t have helped but break a smile.

“So what if every body is gone? Steffi was kidnapped by the corrupt saint. Daddy is somewhere at the base of the mountain, awaiting my help. While Uncle Jim is fighting against beasts. Uncle Jim, isn’t he just a superb Immortal? Fighting beasts! To the death, nonetheless! I don’t know why, but I just know that he’s still alive.”

Even if he screamed in pain. Even if he was surrounded by beasts in all directions...He has to be alive!

“However...I think that I’ll miss the old demon. Oh well, he got to be alive as well, right? He has to!”

More and more threads entered my body, filling the vessel that my conscience calls home.

“Hooowwwlll!!!”

I felt my body becoming powerful. Sturdier. Faster. Full of life and vigor!

“Crap...I stayed in this place for too long! Can it be that it picked up on the golden threads, and came here?!”

I turned around to face a ball of fur.

From what I saw earlier...it seems that this beast howls as hard as it could, to call reinforcements. If I don’t kill it fast enough, countless more balls of fur will appear...and then they’ll eat me alive!!!

But even in this situation, I could not help but have my smile deepen a step further.

Look, Uncle Jim, I’m in the same situation as you! I’ll show you that even the powerless me can overcome this, so make sure that you get to Yan city safe and alive!!

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A/N: I know, nothing much happened in this chapter. I'll be posting another chapter tonight~

Also, we're finally outside the sadness cycle. Let's just return to comedy and pure awesomeness, shall we? That's cool. That's good.