Chapter 12: 012 – FALL (5)
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"Is that why you were so happy when you spoke to her and shared all of that information so freely with her," Pen looked at Samsara, "Even I'm not so stupid and naïve to do something like that if you didn't think she was the same person why would you share so much with her especially the energy sources."
"The past is in the past, it's about time we get moving." Lucian grew tired of the topic he knew that he could argue about it endlessly and didn't want to waste any more time.
"It's time, to fall.", murmured Samsara as they stepped through the last gate, he sighed while looking at the grey world, geneses energy was hard to come by and the grey world had almost consumed all its energy.
As soon as they re-entered the heaven the tribulations of heaven were felt, a small fissure opened and Talen went through it his destination was the immortal realm, while Samsara, Lucian, and Pen continued into the mortal lands.
The storm was drawing ever closer as the three sped through the space, when the first traces of black lightning appeared a string of fate on Samsara's finger snapped, he looked at Lucian quickly and nodded.
"In time we will surely be reunited." Lucian bade his farewell quickly and fell through a fissure.
"Damn it, this is not fair!" Pen cried out in anguish, but he didn't stop his movements the survival of the original depended on him. "I'm so going to be a sacrifice; I swear one day I'll make the Heaven's rue its treatment of me."
"Probably," Samsara didn't deny the possibility as they fled, the effects of the portal were starting to take effect and his limited cultivation was falling once more.
His speed began to slow and the first bolt of lightning struck him.
The tribulation thunder was far too powerful to be blocked with simple energy and he knew that he had to sacrifice even more of his cultivation to divert its power.
In an instant several apparitions of himself appeared, all of which held his power and the tribulations slowly took each one down.
Pen grabbed onto the nearly drained Samsara, "How long until we leave the tunnel?" he asked while glancing at the last of the strings of fate attached to Samsara's hands, a trace of worry flashed through his eyes.
Now that Samsara was no longer a god his body was beginning to revert into a baby it had only been a few minutes since they entered the tunnel.
"I can't be sure," he pulled out two ethereal treasures from his soul, using the energy of the first one he managed to slow down his body's regression and he cast the other to stall for time as it hindered the tribulation.
"We have half an hour before I compete reverting.", he spoke quickly, "You must move faster."
Penn was panicking but still pushed forward he looked on with worry Samsara was already at his limits and it wouldn't be long before the tribulations caught up, "Blasted Heavens," he cursed.
He began chanting a lightning sutra, with his current power available he wouldn't be able to stop the tribulation only lessen its effects, he kept twisting his body to avoid the tribulations but most of the time he was unsuccessful and was forced to use his body as a shield to protect Samsara.
When the full half-hour passed, he held a beautiful baby in his arms, with long silver hair and eyes that shone like a full moon, "If I was a girl in this life Kaguya would have been a good name," Penn chuckled to himself.
The tribulation seemed to have stopped, but he furrowed his eyes it stopped too suddenly, that's when he felt the space tunnel collapsing from all directions and a tread of tribulation lightning snuck in through a gap he blocked it with his body just in time, but as he rejoiced a dozen more appeared landing on Samsara's body.
He sighed while looking at his now lifeless body, the one string of fate completely broke off while the other gripped onto him, a white light enveloped Pen's body and his body faded away, next Samsara opened his eyes to see more flashes of lightning.
"Damn it, you go too far," he shouted at the Heavens, it was a creepy sight to behold, a baby shouting in fury like an adult, the chaos breaker appeared in his tiny hands and he hit a few strands of lightning away, 'Ha, that actually worked.' He exclaimed inwardly.
He knew that it had only bought him a minute at best after Pen used himself to restore Samsara it had given him a boost in strength, so he poured everything he had into the final string with only one thought optimal survival, it was pointless if he survived the tribulation, but landed in a place where he couldn't progress or got injured or killed upon his arrival.
Sadly, his cultivation was not enough, and he pulled out the only two ethereal weapons he possessed an enormous broad sword and a spear, both weapon types were specialized for slaughtering a large number of enemies.
But to his surprise, even the fate bound to these godly weapons was not enough and he had to sacrifice a full set of ethereal armor, all that remained in his soul, was his last three ethereal revival embryo's, his three energy sources, and lastly his trump card that he had created with a great deal of inspiration from the plain in which his past self-Kallidin was born and once he left the space tunnel the grey world would also return to his soul, just like that in the span of a few hours he had used up trillions of years of treasures and resources that he had accumulated across multiple lives.
He could hardly believe that his survival had required the sacrifice of several godly weapons, truly on this day his heart bleed profusely, and even with all he had sacrificed, there was no guaranty of his survival.
The fate strings wrapped tightly around him and pulled him across space leaving not a trace of his existence, it was from this that Samsara was able to deduce that what used up most of his power was in fact the erasing of his existence the only possibility for that would be the search of powerful gods, it was no wonder that he had to use up such treasures.
On the highest pyramid of the Clovis Civilisation, a ripple appeared in the air, not a space ripple but one formed from the rewriting of fate.
From this ripple, Samsara appeared floating in the air and he gently fell onto the soft grass in a garden, it had numerous pathways and great hedges that formed lustrous green walls, and arrangements of beautiful flowers filled the garden, even to a casual observer it could be seen how meticulously the garden was tended too.
With the final wisps of fate energy that was still enough to make all mortals look on in awe Samsara did a basic reading on the will of the world, it would be just enough to tell him his situation.
In the garden he had detected a few auras but without any soul force it was impossible for him to probe or check on their energy, this terrified him, he still held a great deal of fear to strangers, it slipped his mind that the curse was gone.
He managed to climb to his feet and move around, by pouring his remaining energy into his feet, but he could feel the regression of his body fighting against his efforts to stand and walk.
There were two figures sitting at a table in the garden, they appeared to have been on a date, their hands could be seen wrapped around each other's as they sat across each other, but Samsara gulp as he noticed both their heads turned in his direction and their eyes were fixed on him, as the last of his power vanished, he lost strength in his legs and fell flat on the ground like a helpless toddler.
He had not a single doubt on his mind, these people could erase his bones with just their aura's alone, he cried inwardly in relief that they didn't perceive him as a threat, and a feeling of wonder enveloped him as now looked at them with starry eyes.
He remembered the curse was gone, is this how ordinary people treat strangers he wondered, just a little guarded but no killing intent.
His eyes moved to the door that led into the pyramid structure and another five people were slowly walking towards him, if he had to guess based on their attire the three beautiful women looked like maids or attendants, while the two men looked like butlers, but they moved with the grace of a silent assassin.
It was then that his fate reading completed, and his tiny little heart almost gave out, in what world is this optimum survival he wanted to scream this was insane.
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"Is that why you were so happy when you spoke to her and shared all of that information so freely with her," Pen looked at Samsara, "Even I'm not so stupid and naïve to do something like that if you didn't think she was the same person why would you share so much with her especially the energy sources."
"The past is in the past, it's about time we get moving." Lucian grew tired of the topic he knew that he could argue about it endlessly and didn't want to waste any more time.
"It's time, to fall.", murmured Samsara as they stepped through the last gate, he sighed while looking at the grey world, geneses energy was hard to come by and the grey world had almost consumed all its energy.
As soon as they re-entered the heaven the tribulations of heaven were felt, a small fissure opened and Talen went through it his destination was the immortal realm, while Samsara, Lucian, and Pen continued into the mortal lands.
The storm was drawing ever closer as the three sped through the space, when the first traces of black lightning appeared a string of fate on Samsara's finger snapped, he looked at Lucian quickly and nodded.
"In time we will surely be reunited." Lucian bade his farewell quickly and fell through a fissure.
"Damn it, this is not fair!" Pen cried out in anguish, but he didn't stop his movements the survival of the original depended on him. "I'm so going to be a sacrifice; I swear one day I'll make the Heaven's rue its treatment of me."
"Probably," Samsara didn't deny the possibility as they fled, the effects of the portal were starting to take effect and his limited cultivation was falling once more.
His speed began to slow and the first bolt of lightning struck him.
The tribulation thunder was far too powerful to be blocked with simple energy and he knew that he had to sacrifice even more of his cultivation to divert its power.
In an instant several apparitions of himself appeared, all of which held his power and the tribulations slowly took each one down.
Pen grabbed onto the nearly drained Samsara, "How long until we leave the tunnel?" he asked while glancing at the last of the strings of fate attached to Samsara's hands, a trace of worry flashed through his eyes.
Now that Samsara was no longer a god his body was beginning to revert into a baby it had only been a few minutes since they entered the tunnel.
"I can't be sure," he pulled out two ethereal treasures from his soul, using the energy of the first one he managed to slow down his body's regression and he cast the other to stall for time as it hindered the tribulation.
"We have half an hour before I compete reverting.", he spoke quickly, "You must move faster."
Penn was panicking but still pushed forward he looked on with worry Samsara was already at his limits and it wouldn't be long before the tribulations caught up, "Blasted Heavens," he cursed.
He began chanting a lightning sutra, with his current power available he wouldn't be able to stop the tribulation only lessen its effects, he kept twisting his body to avoid the tribulations but most of the time he was unsuccessful and was forced to use his body as a shield to protect Samsara.
When the full half-hour passed, he held a beautiful baby in his arms, with long silver hair and eyes that shone like a full moon, "If I was a girl in this life Kaguya would have been a good name," Penn chuckled to himself.
The tribulation seemed to have stopped, but he furrowed his eyes it stopped too suddenly, that's when he felt the space tunnel collapsing from all directions and a tread of tribulation lightning snuck in through a gap he blocked it with his body just in time, but as he rejoiced a dozen more appeared landing on Samsara's body.
He sighed while looking at his now lifeless body, the one string of fate completely broke off while the other gripped onto him, a white light enveloped Pen's body and his body faded away, next Samsara opened his eyes to see more flashes of lightning.
"Damn it, you go too far," he shouted at the Heavens, it was a creepy sight to behold, a baby shouting in fury like an adult, the chaos breaker appeared in his tiny hands and he hit a few strands of lightning away, 'Ha, that actually worked.' He exclaimed inwardly.
He knew that it had only bought him a minute at best after Pen used himself to restore Samsara it had given him a boost in strength, so he poured everything he had into the final string with only one thought optimal survival, it was pointless if he survived the tribulation, but landed in a place where he couldn't progress or got injured or killed upon his arrival.
Sadly, his cultivation was not enough, and he pulled out the only two ethereal weapons he possessed an enormous broad sword and a spear, both weapon types were specialized for slaughtering a large number of enemies.
But to his surprise, even the fate bound to these godly weapons was not enough and he had to sacrifice a full set of ethereal armor, all that remained in his soul, was his last three ethereal revival embryo's, his three energy sources, and lastly his trump card that he had created with a great deal of inspiration from the plain in which his past self-Kallidin was born and once he left the space tunnel the grey world would also return to his soul, just like that in the span of a few hours he had used up trillions of years of treasures and resources that he had accumulated across multiple lives.
He could hardly believe that his survival had required the sacrifice of several godly weapons, truly on this day his heart bleed profusely, and even with all he had sacrificed, there was no guaranty of his survival.
The fate strings wrapped tightly around him and pulled him across space leaving not a trace of his existence, it was from this that Samsara was able to deduce that what used up most of his power was in fact the erasing of his existence the only possibility for that would be the search of powerful gods, it was no wonder that he had to use up such treasures.
On the highest pyramid of the Clovis Civilisation, a ripple appeared in the air, not a space ripple but one formed from the rewriting of fate.
From this ripple, Samsara appeared floating in the air and he gently fell onto the soft grass in a garden, it had numerous pathways and great hedges that formed lustrous green walls, and arrangements of beautiful flowers filled the garden, even to a casual observer it could be seen how meticulously the garden was tended too.
With the final wisps of fate energy that was still enough to make all mortals look on in awe Samsara did a basic reading on the will of the world, it would be just enough to tell him his situation.
In the garden he had detected a few auras but without any soul force it was impossible for him to probe or check on their energy, this terrified him, he still held a great deal of fear to strangers, it slipped his mind that the curse was gone.
He managed to climb to his feet and move around, by pouring his remaining energy into his feet, but he could feel the regression of his body fighting against his efforts to stand and walk.
There were two figures sitting at a table in the garden, they appeared to have been on a date, their hands could be seen wrapped around each other's as they sat across each other, but Samsara gulp as he noticed both their heads turned in his direction and their eyes were fixed on him, as the last of his power vanished, he lost strength in his legs and fell flat on the ground like a helpless toddler.
He had not a single doubt on his mind, these people could erase his bones with just their aura's alone, he cried inwardly in relief that they didn't perceive him as a threat, and a feeling of wonder enveloped him as now looked at them with starry eyes.
He remembered the curse was gone, is this how ordinary people treat strangers he wondered, just a little guarded but no killing intent.
His eyes moved to the door that led into the pyramid structure and another five people were slowly walking towards him, if he had to guess based on their attire the three beautiful women looked like maids or attendants, while the two men looked like butlers, but they moved with the grace of a silent assassin.
It was then that his fate reading completed, and his tiny little heart almost gave out, in what world is this optimum survival he wanted to scream this was insane.
"Is that why you were so happy when you spoke to her and shared all of that information so freely with her," Pen looked at Samsara, "Even I'm not so stupid and nave to do something like that if you didn't think she was the same person why would you share so much with her especially the energy sources." "The past is in the past, it's about time we get moving." Lucian grew tired of the topic he knew that he could argue about it endlessly and didn't want to waste any more time. "It's time, to fall.", murmured Samsara as they stepped through the last gate, he sighed while looking at the grey world, geneses energy was hard to come by and the grey world had almost consumed all its energy. As soon as they re-entered the heaven the tribulations of heaven were felt, a small fissure opened and Talen went through it his destination was the immortal realm, while Samsara, Lucian, and Pen continued into the mortal lands. The storm was drawing ever closer as the three sped through the space, when the first traces of black lightning appeared a string of fate on Samsara's finger snapped, he looked at Lucian quickly and nodded. "In time we will surely be reunited." Lucian bade his farewell quickly and fell through a fissure. "Damn it, this is not fair!" Pen cried out in anguish, but he didn't stop his movements the survival of the original depended on him. "I'm so going to be a sacrifice; I swear one day I'll make the Heaven's rue its treatment of me." "Probably," Samsara didn't deny the possibility as they fled, the effects of the portal were starting to take effect and his limited cultivation was falling once more. His speed began to slow and the first bolt of lightning struck him. The tribulation thunder was far too powerful to be blocked with simple energy and he knew that he had to sacrifice even more of his cultivation to divert its power. In an instant several apparitions of himself appeared, all of which held his power and the tribulations slowly took each one down. Pen grabbed onto the nearly drained Samsara, "How long until we leave the tunnel?" he asked while glancing at the last of the strings of fate attached to Samsara's hands, a trace of worry flashed through his eyes. Now that Samsara was no longer a god his body was beginning to revert into a baby it had only been a few minutes since they entered the tunnel. "I can't be sure," he pulled out two ethereal treasures from his soul, using the energy of the first one he managed to slow down his body's regression and he cast the other to stall for time as it hindered the tribulation. "We have half an hour before I compete reverting.", he spoke quickly, "You must move faster." Penn was panicking but still pushed forward he looked on with worry Samsara was already at his limits and it wouldn't be long before the tribulations caught up, "Blasted Heavens," he cursed. He began chanting a lightning sutra, with his current power available he wouldn't be able to stop the tribulation only lessen its effects, he kept twisting his body to avoid the tribulations but most of the time he was unsuccessful and was forced to use his body as a shield to protect Samsara. When the full half-hour passed, he held a beautiful baby in his arms, with long silver hair and eyes that shone like a full moon, "If I was a girl in this life Kaguya would have been a good name," Penn chuckled to himself. The tribulation seemed to have stopped, but he furrowed his eyes it stopped too suddenly, that's when he felt the space tunnel collapsing from all directions and a tread of tribulation lightning snuck in through a gap he blocked it with his body just in time, but as he rejoiced a dozen more appeared landing on Samsara's body. He sighed while looking at his now lifeless body, the one string of fate completely broke off while the other gripped onto him, a white light enveloped Pen's body and his body faded away, next Samsara opened his eyes to see more flashes of lightning. "Damn it, you go too far," he shouted at the Heavens, it was a creepy sight to behold, a baby shouting in fury like an adult, the chaos breaker appeared in his tiny hands and he hit a few strands of lightning away, 'Ha, that actually worked.' He exclaimed inwardly. He knew that it had only bought him a minute at best after Pen used himself to restore Samsara it had given him a boost in strength, so he poured everything he had into the final string with only one thought optimal survival, it was pointless if he survived the tribulation, but landed in a place where he couldn't progress or got injured or killed upon his arrival. Sadly, his cultivation was not enough, and he pulled out the only two ethereal weapons he possessed an enormous broad sword and a spear, both weapon types were specialized for slaughtering a large number of enemies. But to his surprise, even the fate bound to these godly weapons was not enough and he had to sacrifice a full set of ethereal armor, all that remained in his soul, was his last three ethereal revival embryo's, his three energy sources, and lastly his trump card that he had created with a great deal of inspiration from the plain in which his past self-Kallidin was born and once he left the space tunnel the grey world would also return to his soul, just like that in the span of a few hours he had used up trillions of years of treasures and resources that he had accumulated across multiple lives. He could hardly believe that his survival had required the sacrifice of several godly weapons, truly on this day his heart bleed profusely, and even with all he had sacrificed, there was no guaranty of his survival. The fate strings wrapped tightly around him and pulled him across space leaving not a trace of his existence, it was from this that Samsara was able to deduce that what used up most of his power was in fact the erasing of his existence the only possibility for that would be the search of powerful gods, it was no wonder that he had to use up such treasures. On the highest pyramid of the Clovis Civilisation, a ripple appeared in the air, not a space ripple but one formed from the rewriting of fate. From this ripple, Samsara appeared floating in the air and he gently fell onto the soft grass in a garden, it had numerous pathways and great hedges that formed lustrous green walls, and arrangements of beautiful flowers filled the garden, even to a casual observer it could be seen how meticulously the garden was tended too. With the final wisps of fate energy that was still enough to make all mortals look on in awe Samsara did a basic reading on the will of the world, it would be just enough to tell him his situation. In the garden he had detected a few auras but without any soul force it was impossible for him to probe or check on their energy, this terrified him, he still held a great deal of fear to strangers, it slipped his mind that the curse was gone. He managed to climb to his feet and move around, by pouring his remaining energy into his feet, but he could feel the regression of his body fighting against his efforts to stand and walk. There were two figures sitting at a table in the garden, they appeared to have been on a date, their hands could be seen wrapped around each other's as they sat across each other, but Samsara gulp as he noticed both their heads turned in his direction and their eyes were fixed on him, as the last of his power vanished, he lost strength in his legs and fell flat on the ground like a helpless toddler. He had not a single doubt on his mind, these people could erase his bones with just their aura's alone, he cried inwardly in relief that they didn't perceive him as a threat, and a feeling of wonder enveloped him as now looked at them with starry eyes. He remembered the curse was gone, is this how ordinary people treat strangers he wondered, just a little guarded but no killing intent. His eyes moved to the door that led into the pyramid structure and another five people were slowly walking towards him, if he had to guess based on their attire the three beautiful women looked like maids or attendants, while the two men looked like butlers, but they moved with the grace of a silent assassin. It was then that his fate reading completed, and his tiny little heart almost gave out, in what world is this optimum survival he wanted to scream this was insane.
