The World's Terror

While the cocoon began disintegrating from the inside, on the outside, and even as Ciemnosc was indeed keeping his focus on 'finding' his Natal Spirit, his body began to bulge with its veins seemingly becoming like extensively long and thickening worms that were turning blacker and darker. However, their darkening seemed to even go beyond his skin, as if painting his skin black from the outside despite not an injury, blood, or fluid coming out of or in his body.

Crrtt, crrrt, ccrrrrttt… swish, swish, swish swish~.

Under his bum, Ciemnosc’s body began to tremble just a little bit, but with such intensity that his body began blurring from the middle as he sat cross-legged. The rectangular little room began shaking as well, and even seemingly like an earthquake. The black, dark veins began showing signs as if they were about to burst out and implode. While Ciemnosc’s mouth began to twist and his teeth to grit while he desperately held onto the process while enduring this pain!

His head was thrown backwards a bit, then, in another few minutes, another bit. It went on and on, as the Natal Spirit within Ciemnosc was beginning to finish disintegrating its cover and about show itself!

Ciemnosc could already feel the flow of his Power Energy within his body going at a speed not even the future he should be able to comprehend, as it no longer even felt as if he had any kind of flow of Power Energy but was instead emptied out; hollow.

His body’s muscles began to spasm heavily, and his skin began to breathe like never before. The pains, physical and tormenting physical torture that Ciemnosc went through over just a few hours and what may come next. All of this suddenly resurfaced in Ciemnosc’s mind as his Natal Spirit was just a few minutes shorter from showing up. While he also got to remember other times, days, weeks, or months before when he also suffered devastating injuries or was injured.

His blood trickling down his eyes, ears, and nose was sudden, and Ciemnosc almost didn’t feel it. It was normal ordinary red blood streaming down his orifices in thin but very long streams; that suddenly stopped falling anymore but blood continued streaming down the same path. Suddenly, as if there was some kind of bacteria in which, from the inside and from the edges of each thin stream of blood, they began to corrode and exchange the red blood into dark ‘blood’.

The red began disappearing really fast but with paused movements as it was going part by part into becoming a dark liquid if it could even be called blood anymore.

Ciemnosc’s thin streams of blood then slowly, oh very so painfully, began streaming down his bare body once more. But, this time, with his muscles pulsating and his skin breathing already, he began to feel his veins tensing, his tendons toughening to the point it felt as if he would never be able to move again from how stiff they had become.

Beat… beat- ba dump… beat- ba dump… thump thump, thump thump, thump thump…

His organs were also beating the rhythm of his chest. All of his organs, even the most inconspicuous ones, were beating as one to the rhythm of his heart his body, and his mind. His blood was also no longer the same as before, as just like with the red blood outside, Ciemnosc no longer felt he had ‘red’ blood for that matter, with all of it turning dark along with the newly pumped blood out of the bone marrow.

And each drop of his blood, as if having become something much more different, had all somehow seemingly gained pure energy of some sort, but this was the tiniest amount of it. Not only that, but it was his blood and his whole body itself that Ciemnosc felt he was breathing from the outside to the inside as if he was absorbing something… and that something couldn’t anymore obviously be the pure energy that one cultivates with - but also the Elements!

It was still a tiny amount of it, but it was so and there was really nothing stopping him from now actively and passively absorbing such, as well as even feeding himself with his own blood a bit of pure energy any time. But further research and development had to be taken care of by Ciemnosc later, as he was in the middle of breaking through. And his whole body seemingly moving wasn’t anything comforting and was instead all too tormenting instead.

And now, while his whole insides seemed to turn and transform, Ciemnosc’s cells even seething and gaining things that weren’t possible even in the world of cultivation - if one’s blood volume could be replaced in a day for ordinary people and a cultivator could do that in several hours with meditation, then Ciemnosc could do that in a few hours without doing any meditation!

And if red blood cells take more than a month for an ordinary person to replace them, a cultivator could do that in at most 4 weeks with meditation. Then Ciemnosc could do that in several days without any meditation!

It wasn’t a kind of thing that Ciemnosc just knew as he was very well aware that only Creatures had this seemingly increased self-regeneration of blood, which gave them what the fauna truly needed in order to survive. Most humanoid races, and the human race itself, might be powerful and capable; sure, but their deaths were mostly having to do with one another. While on the other hand, even if there was a battle with an enemy, and whether that was lost or won, for any animal, any injury was death already.

But with the Creatures developing such regeneration of their bodies, to which they mainly depend on their food to recuperate with, or some develop a meditation unique to each type, race, sub-race, and even single animal that becomes a Creature; such a most awful threat was gone as they could live on as long as they weren’t poisoned. Or met any cultivator, for that matter.

Now, however, even Ciemnosc had long surpassed what the few Obsidiafying realm Creatures from the history records were capable of, both for those who were made into pets or mounts and those who were progressively killed by the major organizations’ new and next generations back then who took even up to a couple hundred years to successfully hunt one.

“Arrggh…” Ciemnosc finally began feeling the pain through his senses become something he hadn’t even heard, ever, in any records, from any book except novels and from any person. Including a certain dead someone who had been dead for quite a few days already, and that was once someone Ciemnosc learned from. None of it told Ciemnosc of this kind of… ‘thing’.

‘What is this…? It’s so, urgh, painful!’ Ciemnosc’s eyes opened, but they were wholly dark. His mind was also still in the disintegration of his Natal Spirit. And nothing seemed capable of stopping him, but at these very moments, Ciemnosc seemed to feel a tremendous pain that directly lunged at his whole self from the deepest parts of his being.

He couldn’t explain it, and he couldn’t even begin on where to start in order to express it. All he could do was - to endure. But even that, unlike anything before, seemed absurdly difficult.

“Grwawwwwrrrrrgghhhh!” Lowering his head from having thrown it backwards quite an amount after many hours went by, Ciemnosc gritted his teeth even more and it was at this point that more blood began to come out of his body; while his face was scrunching up, twisting and deforming in hellish torment. But it wasn’t blood that came from his veins seemingly bursting out and imploding altogether, nor were the thin streams coming down the 6 orifices in his head becoming wider as they become thicker.

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“AAUUUUGGGGRRHH…” No, it was, instead… from in-between his fingertips and nails! His toes and his nails! And from his very own teeth!!

Now it was Ciemnosc’s time to turn crazy, his whole body began shaking, not even his cells which seemed to be both the most tiny parts of himself and the most important ones composing his body of so many important little things - to be the ones being changed. And in short words, amidst the cruel pain, Ciemnosc could only put it in one way.

His soul was crumbling.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!”

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE~~~~...

The cover of the Natal Spirit, the thing that linked both his Psychogenic and his Dantian, swiftly began to open. The moment that it happened was also the moment his body was becoming a whole monstrous thing streaking away with dark blood while his mouth screamed to the bitter end. And so, the last, final wrapping and bit of the cover of his Natal Spirit… fell off…

… … … … … … … … But there was nothing as soon as the Natal Spirit was supposed to show itself, as Ciemnosc was eagerly waiting for his Natal Spirit to somewhat show itself even despite the records that the old man from back then had given him and the ones that Valeria offered him which considering her master, they should be the very best in the world… Ciemnosc was disappointed instead upon seeing nothing in return at all.

“... … … …?!?!?!” But suddenly, as if he went under a sort of enlightenment, Ciemnosc’s eyes deep within his mind and on the outside while his roaring screaming went out - opened even more than fully as they became utterly terrifying with that humongous size outlining them, also being all dark both inside his mind and in the physical world for such a matter.

… swiiiiiish~-swish!

Suddenly, while Ciemnosc was in this state of unanticipated enlightenment, his body exploded with power that belonged not to all that existed and all that there was… before.

CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE.

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Hours later, above Ciemnosc’s cultivation bunny burrow, with the first lights of the day having passed by already and with an incandescent sun trying to fight off the snow not so far in the distance ultimately failing.

Crrk… crtkk~... pfuh. Whoosh, ting~, crack- rumble.

Suddenly, from the earth beneath the ground to the left of the commanding vehicle, noises of something pushing through upwards and making its way up along with something being dragged from below could be heard from above even a minute ago when they first started to sound out.

Right away, a sword suddenly pierced through the dirt and flew 2 meters up into the air before falling down and back to the hole that it came from. Its shine was an amazing steel, silvery color white its might could be seen even by an ordinary kid if one were to pass by. But no one seemed to be around, according to Ciemnosc’s arrays, as he himself barely began to come out from below the toughened-up dirt when the sword came right down at him with its tip aimed at his face.

Just as Ciemnosc was looking at the daylight after about a day of being in closed doors, so to speak, Ciemnosc saw the tip of his Mortal sword come down at him and directly… directly pinch his right darkest eye.

Piuh- swish, thud.

The poor Mortal sword ricocheted, backwards and upwards, its blade spinning about crazily, while it rotated a full 180 degrees before meeting the ground and stopping moving altogether as if it had lost all purpose in life. Worriedly, Ciemnosc went over to pick up the Mortal sword while forcing his body out of the hole, the dirt seemingly wanting to eat his ass some more and trying to drag him under to bury him again.

‘Phew, I only have 9 left, I can’t lose any more like this.’ Looking at the poor thin in his hands, oozing with a shine that seemed meek and shy, Ciemnosc then stored his shovel before beginning to clean his body off the dirt and even some mud, with his hands though.

After his hands went around his skin and muscles for a bit, only then did Ciemnosc realize how damn different, similar but different, his whole body felt to the touch! He was sure that if Valy knew of this, she would directly jump on him without caring anym-...

‘Sigh’ Sighing with his physical and imaginary mouth at the same time a Ciemnosc who seemed to grow older by another 10 or 20 years or so began to look in the distance towards the west. It wasn’t until his eyes went back to normal after being dizzying for so long that he returned to himself and instead of using his hands like a mere peasant, his dark Power Energy was the one to clean his whole body in a jiffy.

All of a sudden, an ‘oh my god, take me, take my sisters and my daughters as yours’ kinda manly body appeared in the middle of nowhere. There were some stains at his sternum, which Ciemnosc decided to leave for the moment, and 2 smallish, thin traces around the lower left side of his chin as well. But with his Spirit Sense, Ciemnosc needed no mirror to know that he was a lady killer ‘of the ancients’ now; for real this time. But he was still 11 years old, it was ridiculous.

‘AH?! It grew! How am I supposed to find a wife now?!’ Ciemnosc suddenly reacted, looking down at the sleeping monster that slowly showed its true form. Ciemnosc reacted ‘sadly’ as he saw that it was really a bit too long and was thick nicely enough already, and when it grew its muscles, it was even worse than before. He could poke someone’s belly with this and rupture it if he wasn’t careful.

Yet, he knew that women had a magical body already, for the ordinary ones, which should be able to take little Ciemnosc jr after preparation. How could a female cultivator not be able to take that monster? Of course, he was feeling ‘tragic’! Wouldn’t he scare so many lil’ beauties to death? And if not, fuck them to death? Poor him, poor him.

“Mm…” Ciemnosc frowned after frolicking like an idiot some more, he raised his arms and looked at his skin, muscles, organs, and bla bla bla. His blood was red again as if it was never meant to be dark, somehow. And be it his blood or dark Power Energy there literally was no longer any flow from them, it was as if they were all omnipresent, a weird thing for sure.

As he looked at his arms and body, tensing it at one second and releasing it in the other. Natural tiny noises of the air suddenly breaking apart by a small amount could be heard. And it made Ciemnosc already wonder, but when he was wondering about it, he noticed that compared to before how he trained with his body and studied himself… Did it seem as double as powerful now?

‘Can’t be. Do I really have 16,000 kg of strength?! But it was already enough with 8,000 kg of strength. What am I gonna do now that my bodily power is increasing so much? I need to stabilize my cultivation base first.’ Ciemnosc, more like an ordinary and adult person now, though as he began to look around one last time, comprehending that his naked eye became impossibly different; and in short words, much more advanced than ever before.

‘Wow, I can see things I never saw before, some herbs, some little animals… insects… and why do I feel as if I know them all too perfectly well? Mm, Mommy must have taught me well as a baby.’ Ciemnosc thought, nodding to himself and praising his little Mother while wearing one of his last pieces of clothes made with her own style.

‘Now, about my Spirit Sense, hmm. Let’s see.’ Ciemnosc thought, knowing he had to start getting his body already working on stabilizing and hardening his cultivation base. He didn’t have any living being powerful enough to feed him of today. But all this while he kept his Spirit Sense to an 80 meters range still, not wanting to spoil the surprise, as there wasn’t even any sort of immediate crisis anyhow.

“!” Ciemnosc tried reaching 160 meters first. His Spirit Sense covered that whole area in a circle around him, making his eyes gleam with unparalleled rejoicing. He then cheekily tried up to 240 meters, and to his surprise, it went up to a range of 240 meters!

Yet, Ciemnosc felt greedy now, the fucker. And so, without even caring to wait for the 4th multiplication, he directly went for his utmost without forcefully holding his very own Spirit Sense back and, sure enough, 400 meters of distance all around him were covered by him, not a meter less nor more than that, and it was all in the scope of everything. Even up and down, beneath the ground, but… he also found something that he naturally didn’t expect. And this something was coming at him at a great speed as well.

‘Anc- Pu Lianter? Hmm, so weird.’ Ciemnosc suddenly saw this ancestor of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect come towards him as if she really just knew where the fuck he was, but Ciemnosc thought that the screaming from his part from before might’ve aided her in finding him. In any case, his thoughts were unique, though. As he didn’t seem perturbed even when recognizing her cultivation base at the Conflagrate realm… halfway into the 9th stage.

For some reason, Ciemnosc just didn’t feel like running away. And on the whole contrary, he even felt she was cute coming towards him with such fury, probably because of murdering her little disciple. And that he should even welcome her property. ‘Hmm, why do I not want to run away? Hm~...’

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