Building One's Own Energy Part Two

Fell's heart rose high and down as his whole body breathed the surrounding energy. His opened up pores helped him suck the attracted energy from his surroundings. He was aware that Wind was close by, but didn't have the time to care about him as he could feel that he was close to breaking the bottleneck.

His meridians were filled to the brim with Heaven and Earth energy, on the contrary, his Dantian kept absorbing all the energy without any sign that it was going to stop. The little golden parasite in his Dantian could be heard chirping as it gluttonously absorbed whatever he sent there. The strange eggshell on its surrounding pulsed in sync with Fell's heartbeat. Time passed and the soft light that came from the parasitic golden egg grew to become a blinding light. Every time it pulsed, a blinding beam of light would illuminate Fell's meridian.

If he wasn't already sitting in the middle of the pool of energy streams, anyone could have seen the golden color appear under his skin.

Time passed under this state, and soon enough a change happened inside of his Dantian. Sounds of glass breaking resounded in his mind, and cracks began showing on the surface of the golden parasite eggshell. The moment the shell began breaking down, clouds made their appearance in New Casablanca's sky. Under the influence of the density of Heaven and Earth energy, the clouds' innate nature experience an abstruse change and a tinge of gold appeared in them.

The strange phenomenon was seen by a few nearby passersby, but none of them had the idea to record the scene. Their mind was probably shaken too much by the fast happening changes. Nonetheless, it wasn't the case for the noble families that were already paying attention to the streets close to Fell, and immediately noticed the current change in the sky.

"What the hell!?", thought a guard from the golden family as he raised his neck to gaze at the sky. He moved quickly toward another guard and slapped his co-worker in the face. "Wake up!" he screamed on top of his lungs as his hand slapped twice in a row.

"Whoa.. WHAT!?", his friend got up from his nap in haste and swiftly grabbed his weapon. Seeing that no enemy was surrounding them, he dropped his arms after a few seconds and looked spitefully at the man that woke him up. "Joking like this… Fuck you John!" he exclaimed while raising his middle finger toward his friend.

Another slap traveled through the air, and swiftly smacked the side of his face. His eyes grew wide and veins popped all over his face as he readied himself to beat the shit out of the guard who slapped him. But he didn't do so as he saw his friend point toward the sky; his eyes followed his friend's hand and he stopped for a few seconds squinting his eyes. Then his body shook as both of them darted toward their office to call their family elders.

This scene happened all over New Casablanca, and the news quickly spread between New Casablanca's cultivators that an ominous phenomenon was happening in the middle of the city. Although the majority of the citizens weren't cultivators, there was no need to cultivate to know the danger that was accumulating inside the nearby thunderstorm.

However to the families that had cultivators, and to the otherworldly guest cultivators that were staying with them. The current thunderstorm had a whole different meaning as they fully knew that it was caused by a breakthrough. Moreover, it wasn't any common breakthrough, but a second realm cultivators' breakthrough. It was well known throughout the universe that cultivators could cause godly phenomenon like Fell's current breakthrough.

Those guests didn't wait for long to contact their own clans as they had been told to contact any major information to their general quarter. Before Fell had even the time to finish his breakthrough, news about it flew out of the Earth in the direction of the vast universe.

But the juvenile cultivator from the Core was completely oblivious to this matter as he was fully focused on the current task. He was focused on cycling vast amount of energy streams, and his mental faculties didn't allow him to focus on anything else. The amount he was controlling vastly differed from everything he had dealt with, and any slight mistake could cause his death. The energy inside his body could backfire and cause him to blow out, the energy he would release would make a few blocks nearby disappear from the face of the Earth in an instant.

Although the current breakthrough represented danger, it also meant that if he succeeded, the benefits he would reap would be worth the danger. His demonic ascension would cause him to put himself in the peak of the first realm, and with enough time, he would develop enough power to be on par with even half-step second realm cultivators. The potential gains completely outweighed the danger; his experience in New Casablanca and his fights in Battle League made him understand that cultivation was all about guts. He was someone who fully trusted in his instincts as it has saved him many times in New Casablanca's Core.

Time ticked as he refined streams upon streams of Heaven and Earth energy, and as time passed, cracks kept appearing on the golden shell in his Dantian. From a single line that only extended on its surface to thousands upon thousands of lines forming an intricate array, soon enough the golden eggshell seemed to be on the verge of breaking open.

In the sky, the clouds circled infinitely as if they followed Fell's refinement. As time had passed, the tinge of gold spread in the center of the clouds spread through them giving them a holy feel. Then a single bolt of lightning, immaculate golden, escaped from it and pierced straight through the roof of the training building where Fell was.