My crazy Cultivation Path

CHAPTER 152- You’re one of those lunatics

A few days later.

The group finally reached solid ground.

— Let’s not waste time.

They followed Darlius and Simone, the only ones who still remembered the way back.

They passed not far from the coastal city, which was half destroyed.

But what stood out the most was the immense black mass rising in the middle of the city, stretching all the way to the sky.

— What happened here?

Zina asked.

— A rank nine. A gigantic lion, almost the size of the monkey.

And above all, the one I’m one hundred percent sure did this… is Rieze.

Tony declared.

— Well… interesting things are happening.

Aaah… you told Kurdes about this, so it’s really true.

I thought you were lying.

Zina whispered.

— Well, you have the proof right in front of you that I wasn’t.

Tony retorted.

— But you’re forgetting the most interesting part: it’s a portal to other worlds.

Sys declared.

Surprised, the others stared at her—except Zina.

— But that’s strange… I had heard you needed to be at least above the Immortal Realm to do that…

Tch… what a bunch of lunatics. They must have used a Mantra.

Zina added.

— It’s not that serious in itself.

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There are Mantras that come from aether, others from cultivators, and others from the will of the dead… or even created from corpses.

Sys said.

— Created from the will of the dead… and especially from corpses?

Dina asked, disturbed.

— I don’t know. I was only told that much, without details.

But I do know that you have to recite the Mantra, and only those adapted to our current cultivation rank.

I was told there are risks: possession, death… or even worse.

Attracting the attention of something that could make you regret it until the end of time.

Sys said.

Her words left the others thinking about the vast world of cultivation they were walking through.

— But do you know why a rank nine is far more dangerous than a rank six?

You might say it’s because of greater physical strength.

Against a human body, that can be fatal.

But I’m generalizing—humans, animals, maybe more, I don’t know.

What truly damages or destroys the surroundings is the affinity card… or mastery of aether.

At least a solid level of mastery.

But even with such power, our bodies have limits.

And I can see that none of you have gone beyond those limits.

Otherwise, you would be dead.

Sys concluded.

— So you’re implying that a rank nine alone couldn’t destroy a city?

But you’ve seen the state this city is in.

Dina reminded her.

— But who told you he was alone?

I strongly doubt all of this was destroyed by a single rank nine.

In my opinion, it was mainly the lion’s gigantic body—its sheer mass—that caused most of the damage.

To face a beast like that, it would be better to be three or five.

Then, turning to Tony, she added:

But I doubt that this Rieze told you his plan in detail.

Suddenly, her eyes caught something standing right in front of the portal.

— Look…

Cultivators with holes piercing straight through their abdomens.

And judging by the wounds, I’d bet my hand they were pierced through the stomach with bare hands.

Sys pointed.

But no one in the group could see the place she was talking about.

It was far too far away.

— For someone who made it seem like she didn’t really know how to use aether…

You use it pretty well.

Tony said.

— …It’s nothing.

I’m just concentrating it in my eyes to increase my range of vision.

But I can feel my eyes getting heavier with every minute.

Sys muttered.

— After all, the eyes are a vital point.

So don’t overdo it.

Tony whispered.

— You can talk.

Since you woke up, you’ve covered your entire skin with aether.

It’s very beautiful to look at, but I can’t even imagine the state of your endurance…

And especially your body and your mind.

Sys said.

— So you noticed.

Since the others still haven’t awakened the aether they received through the orb, they can’t see it.

I forgot it wasn’t visible to everyone.

As for my body, it’s like I’m in constant overheating.

And mentally, swimming in my consciousness—imagining it dark and comfortable—allows me to hold on.

Tony replied.

— You’re one of those lunatics…

The kind who experiment, but instead of doing it on others, they prefer to do it on themselves…

Wait… don’t tell me you’re a masochist.

Sys said, subtly judging Tony.

— Ha… ha… ha… very funny.

See? You can joke whenever you want.

Tony retorted.

As she started walking again, Sys turned toward Tony and said:

— It’s pretty easy with an idiot like you.