Chapter 199: 199 – Samsara’s Eyes Shine Once More 1
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All fell still and silent to Lirian as he left Edith's arms and landed on the ground.
He felt the blindfold slip of his face as he hit the ground, turning his head in Edith's direction, but the world in his eyes was filled with only white.
He couldn't see anything but he knew what happened, he staggered up with a bewildered look on his face as if he couldn't quite register what had happened.
The world fell so silent as if time had frozen everything in place, but Lirian was well aware that the time was flowing onwards, he just didn't want to except it.
It was a far too cruel reality, because he knew that had Edith just held on to him when that dagger struck the geneses world would have opened up under the guidance of the system, yet she sacrificed herself in an attempt to buy him more time.
'Oh, that's right, how could I have forgotten that reality has never been fair to begin with,' a voice echoed in Lirian's head, it was his own.
"Edith!", he shouted with a burst of strength he rushed forward to grab onto her, 'I used to be a god so I can still save her,' he thought but as he touched her, it was like his warmth had a detrimental effect on her frozen body as it started to crumble.
Boiling hot tears stained Lirian's face as he caught a whiff of her scent, deep down he knew that it was the last time he'd ever smell her, but as he sniffed it in it only made the pain more unbearable.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, I USED TO A BE GOD!" Lirian roared into the sky, "I HAVE ENDURED YOUR CURSE, AND FACED YOUR EVERY TRIBULATION IN SOLITUDE, WITH NO ONE TO EVER HELP ME,"
"YOU MADE THE WOMAN I LOVED BETRAY ME AND YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER FROM ME, YOU HAVE PUSHED ME THROUGH EVERY HELL ALREADY,"
"SO WHY, WHY, WHY! DO YOU STILL KEEP TAKING THE THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME AWAY!" Lirian roared to the skies as if asking the heavens for an explanation.
"EVERYTIME I'M HAPPY YOU BREAK ME IN WAYS WORSE THAN THE LAST, WHY!" as Lirian roared into the sky he smashed the ground with his fist, they were weak and powerless, but strange ripples were released with every strike.
"HOW HAVE I EVER WRONG ANYONE TO RECEIVE SUCH TREATMENT, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HER? SHE WAS JUST AN INNOCENT CHILD!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH," a harrowed heart ranching scream filled with pain and grief left Lirian's mouth as he howled into the sky with grievance.
The zealots had heard Lirian's every word at first they thought that they broke his mind, but as he continued to scream, fear filled their bodies making them shake like leaves in the wind.
Lirian's voice had underwent a monstrous change, at first it was just his, but then there were dozens of different voices that seemed to belong to demons from the lowest depts of hell.
Each voiced sounded ancient and powerful, and every word was mixed with killing intent, they could only thank their lucky stars that the killing intent wasn't directed at them because it seemed like those words alone were enough to erase them from existence.
No those words held enough power to erased the world and every star in sight, they held the power to challenge the heavens itself.
They couldn't help but feel like they challenged a monster that no one could afford to provoke as boundless ripples of silver and black began to seep into their bodies.
As it sunk in they felt the laws in their bodies struggling to break free, desperate to run in Lirians direction, it was as if Lirian was their master and they had to help him no matter the cost.
Then they began to feel emotions, emotions they thought they had forgotten, they were emotion of grief so much grief that it felt like their entire world was coming to an end.
The zealots realised that the laws were actually experiencing the pain Lirian was feeling, it was his grief that was affecting the laws of the world, the raw laws that existed in nature were surrounding Lirian and their laws which they had painstakingly bound to themselves seemed to feel the same anguish as Lirian.
"Is this the power of a god?" the zealots asked in disbelief as tears formed in their eyes, and they released howls of sorrow.
How could any of them imagine the true pain Lirian was experiencing, as one who rarely ever got to experience true comradery and love and friendship throughout countless years of life.
Losing it was worse than a million deaths, and the manner in which he lost it only filled him with guilt.
'Had I shared my secrets with her and told her the truth, then maybe she wouldn't have done something so stupid,' he cried to himself with guilt.
Lirian sunk into the throne world all around him the world became unstable as it shrunk in size, all the seats that surrounded the throne were locked in a tight circle around the throne.
The swirling green auroras had fallen completely still and the black madness it held back was releasing its darkness on to the throne world without any restraints.
As for Lirian's other selves all of them were curled up in balls rocking back and forth while howling at the top of their lungs, the scene reminded him of when they lost Ella and Katerina betrayed him.
Lirian stared at the black madness, it was an endless abyss of truths and nightmares, off all the things he kept suppressed, the things he didn't want to remember.
It always forced itself on him in the worst moments as if desperate to embrace him, yet no matter how hard he tried to distance himself it couldn't be removed.
Deep within his body he could feel the gods essence creating a mild reaction on the outside world but he didn't have the heart to bother with it, he could only visualise Edith's body crumbling at his touch.
"We warned you!"
"We told you not to get close to her,"
"Now look at what you've done to us," Lirian's past selves began to shout frantically as the black madness forced it's way into their minds, tormenting them with their pasts and shoving their every humiliation and failure in their faces.
It was an endless agony for them all, like a death by a million cuts, every memory served to act as a reminder, of how pathetic they were.
"This life is hell," Lirian muttered, "Who wants the throne?" he asked his other selves, but no answer came not even the demented ones uttered a word to take it, it was as if his other selves had come to fear this life without the curse.
Lirian looked down despondently with a blank look in his eyes, "If no one want's it then what do I do?" he questioned.
"THE ONLY THING WE KNOW, KILL THEM ALL!" all of his selves shouted together in harmony it was like the chorus of their soul, for he knew more about killing than them, who had ripped apart entire worlds, and snuffed out the stars of entire galaxies and shattered entire plains.
A new light entered Lirian's eyes one of determination to see the world burn, initially Lirian had two ways of surviving, he opted for the first option which was to use the geneses world to escape, because the other method was extremely wasteful.
But now it didn't seem to wasteful anymore, with a thought the doors to the soul vault opened releasing a bright light on the throne world and when the light vanished a single object was floating in front of Lirian.
It looked like an azure blue fluid in a constant state of flux, releasing pulses every second as if alive, it was one of Lirian's Ethereal Revival Embryo's.
Lirian was extremely lucky to have been able to make several of these, and he doubted that he'd be able to gather all the materials to make another ever again, but the primary material used to create it was the energy of the three sources, geneses, cosmic and celestial.
"Burn it!" the voices of his other selves echoed in unison.
They all knew how wasteful it was to use a spare life to kill some small fry, but it was the only thing that could temporarily give Lirian a cultivation capable of contending against his enemies.
"Burn it," Lirian echoed he was commanding the system to carry out the task.
[Initiating…]
[Error… hosts waylines were damaged in hosts fall from the god realm]
[Redirecting power to restore the waylines, host will only be able to reach the fifth stage of sixth grade cultivation]
"That's more than enough for me to erase this entire world," Lirian muttered coldly.
---
The zealots were watching Lirian in a panic as the laws and elemental energies in their bodies were being pulled out.
The pugilist managed to struggle to his feet, for a while now Lirian had gone silent and he looked like he wasn't going to move anytime soon.
The pugilist figured that now was the only chance they had left, sure Lirian was emitting a crazy killing intent and the laws in the world seemed to be on his side, but he lacked any cultivation, without cultivation all those laws and killing intent were useless.
The pugilist entered a fighting stance and despite his elemental energy trying to break free from him he held it firmly and channelled it into his stance.
It was a special combat art that he picked up in a trial ground, and he had never seen anything like it ever since.
He channelled the elemental powers of fire and earth through his body, until he resembled a rock golem with lava flowing through his veins.
He dashed forward channelling every last drop of his power into his attack, even if he didn't want to admit it the laws around Lirian did make him panic so he spared no effort in his attack.
"Sinking Star," he roared calling out the name of the most powerful move from his combat art.
It was just a single direct fist unfortunately it didn't live up to its name, but it held enough power to shake an entire country which the pugilist believed to be enough to take care of Lirian.
As he brought his fist crashing down, it hit the laws surrounding Lirian like barriers, there were so many layers that he lost count but he still held confidence in his fist as the fire elemental energy burned everything in its path and the earth energy absorbed the attacks from the laws.
He smiled with glee as his fist came down to Lirian's face, but then he felt something touching his arm and all his energy was redistributed into ground.
There was a deafening explosion and he was in the centre off that explosion, and he watched as the earth all around him went soaring in to the sky creating a cloud of dust and every object within 50 miles was shot into the sky no matter how heavy it was.
As the pugilist lowered his head he could see Lirian standing there a full three feet shorter than him with his arm raised in a casual manner holding the pugilist arm back.
But most of all he could see two bright silver eyes, shining brighter than the sun looking at him with a mocking smile.
"It's such a pity that thrash like you has such a move, here I'll show you how to execute it properly, take it as a parting gift," he heard Lirian say in a mocking tone then he ran a finger on the pugilists spine and dantian, and the pugilist howled in pain as he felt his fire and earth elemental energies forcefully getting ripped from his body.
Not even a split of a second passed before he felt the energies leave his body forever.
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All fell still and silent to Lirian as he left Edith's arms and landed on the ground.
He felt the blindfold slip of his face as he hit the ground, turning his head in Edith's direction, but the world in his eyes was filled with only white.
He couldn't see anything but he knew what happened, he staggered up with a bewildered look on his face as if he couldn't quite register what had happened.
The world fell so silent as if time had frozen everything in place, but Lirian was well aware that the time was flowing onwards, he just didn't want to except it.
It was a far too cruel reality, because he knew that had Edith just held on to him when that dagger struck the geneses world would have opened up under the guidance of the system, yet she sacrificed herself in an attempt to buy him more time.
'Oh, that's right, how could I have forgotten that reality has never been fair to begin with,' a voice echoed in Lirian's head, it was his own.
"Edith!", he shouted with a burst of strength he rushed forward to grab onto her, 'I used to be a god so I can still save her,' he thought but as he touched her, it was like his warmth had a detrimental effect on her frozen body as it started to crumble.
Boiling hot tears stained Lirian's face as he caught a whiff of her scent, deep down he knew that it was the last time he'd ever smell her, but as he sniffed it in it only made the pain more unbearable.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, I USED TO A BE GOD!" Lirian roared into the sky, "I HAVE ENDURED YOUR CURSE, AND FACED YOUR EVERY TRIBULATION IN SOLITUDE, WITH NO ONE TO EVER HELP ME,"
"YOU MADE THE WOMAN I LOVED BETRAY ME AND YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER FROM ME, YOU HAVE PUSHED ME THROUGH EVERY HELL ALREADY,"
"SO WHY, WHY, WHY! DO YOU STILL KEEP TAKING THE THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME AWAY!" Lirian roared to the skies as if asking the heavens for an explanation.
"EVERYTIME I'M HAPPY YOU BREAK ME IN WAYS WORSE THAN THE LAST, WHY!" as Lirian roared into the sky he smashed the ground with his fist, they were weak and powerless, but strange ripples were released with every strike.
"HOW HAVE I EVER WRONG ANYONE TO RECEIVE SUCH TREATMENT, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HER? SHE WAS JUST AN INNOCENT CHILD!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH," a harrowed heart ranching scream filled with pain and grief left Lirian's mouth as he howled into the sky with grievance.
The zealots had heard Lirian's every word at first they thought that they broke his mind, but as he continued to scream, fear filled their bodies making them shake like leaves in the wind.
Lirian's voice had underwent a monstrous change, at first it was just his, but then there were dozens of different voices that seemed to belong to demons from the lowest depts of hell.
Each voiced sounded ancient and powerful, and every word was mixed with killing intent, they could only thank their lucky stars that the killing intent wasn't directed at them because it seemed like those words alone were enough to erase them from existence.
No those words held enough power to erased the world and every star in sight, they held the power to challenge the heavens itself.
They couldn't help but feel like they challenged a monster that no one could afford to provoke as boundless ripples of silver and black began to seep into their bodies.
As it sunk in they felt the laws in their bodies struggling to break free, desperate to run in Lirians direction, it was as if Lirian was their master and they had to help him no matter the cost.
Then they began to feel emotions, emotions they thought they had forgotten, they were emotion of grief so much grief that it felt like their entire world was coming to an end.
The zealots realised that the laws were actually experiencing the pain Lirian was feeling, it was his grief that was affecting the laws of the world, the raw laws that existed in nature were surrounding Lirian and their laws which they had painstakingly bound to themselves seemed to feel the same anguish as Lirian.
"Is this the power of a god?" the zealots asked in disbelief as tears formed in their eyes, and they released howls of sorrow.
How could any of them imagine the true pain Lirian was experiencing, as one who rarely ever got to experience true comradery and love and friendship throughout countless years of life.
Losing it was worse than a million deaths, and the manner in which he lost it only filled him with guilt.
'Had I shared my secrets with her and told her the truth, then maybe she wouldn't have done something so stupid,' he cried to himself with guilt.
Lirian sunk into the throne world all around him the world became unstable as it shrunk in size, all the seats that surrounded the throne were locked in a tight circle around the throne.
The swirling green auroras had fallen completely still and the black madness it held back was releasing its darkness on to the throne world without any restraints.
As for Lirian's other selves all of them were curled up in balls rocking back and forth while howling at the top of their lungs, the scene reminded him of when they lost Ella and Katerina betrayed him.
Lirian stared at the black madness, it was an endless abyss of truths and nightmares, off all the things he kept suppressed, the things he didn't want to remember.
It always forced itself on him in the worst moments as if desperate to embrace him, yet no matter how hard he tried to distance himself it couldn't be removed.
Deep within his body he could feel the gods essence creating a mild reaction on the outside world but he didn't have the heart to bother with it, he could only visualise Edith's body crumbling at his touch.
"We warned you!"
"We told you not to get close to her,"
"Now look at what you've done to us," Lirian's past selves began to shout frantically as the black madness forced it's way into their minds, tormenting them with their pasts and shoving their every humiliation and failure in their faces.
It was an endless agony for them all, like a death by a million cuts, every memory served to act as a reminder, of how pathetic they were.
"This life is hell," Lirian muttered, "Who wants the throne?" he asked his other selves, but no answer came not even the demented ones uttered a word to take it, it was as if his other selves had come to fear this life without the curse.
Lirian looked down despondently with a blank look in his eyes, "If no one want's it then what do I do?" he questioned.
"THE ONLY THING WE KNOW, KILL THEM ALL!" all of his selves shouted together in harmony it was like the chorus of their soul, for he knew more about killing than them, who had ripped apart entire worlds, and snuffed out the stars of entire galaxies and shattered entire plains.
A new light entered Lirian's eyes one of determination to see the world burn, initially Lirian had two ways of surviving, he opted for the first option which was to use the geneses world to escape, because the other method was extremely wasteful.
But now it didn't seem to wasteful anymore, with a thought the doors to the soul vault opened releasing a bright light on the throne world and when the light vanished a single object was floating in front of Lirian.
It looked like an azure blue fluid in a constant state of flux, releasing pulses every second as if alive, it was one of Lirian's Ethereal Revival Embryo's.
Lirian was extremely lucky to have been able to make several of these, and he doubted that he'd be able to gather all the materials to make another ever again, but the primary material used to create it was the energy of the three sources, geneses, cosmic and celestial.
"Burn it!" the voices of his other selves echoed in unison.
They all knew how wasteful it was to use a spare life to kill some small fry, but it was the only thing that could temporarily give Lirian a cultivation capable of contending against his enemies.
"Burn it," Lirian echoed he was commanding the system to carry out the task.
[Initiating…]
[Error… hosts waylines were damaged in hosts fall from the god realm]
[Redirecting power to restore the waylines, host will only be able to reach the fifth stage of sixth grade cultivation]
"That's more than enough for me to erase this entire world," Lirian muttered coldly.
---
The zealots were watching Lirian in a panic as the laws and elemental energies in their bodies were being pulled out.
The pugilist managed to struggle to his feet, for a while now Lirian had gone silent and he looked like he wasn't going to move anytime soon.
The pugilist figured that now was the only chance they had left, sure Lirian was emitting a crazy killing intent and the laws in the world seemed to be on his side, but he lacked any cultivation, without cultivation all those laws and killing intent were useless.
The pugilist entered a fighting stance and despite his elemental energy trying to break free from him he held it firmly and channelled it into his stance.
It was a special combat art that he picked up in a trial ground, and he had never seen anything like it ever since.
He channelled the elemental powers of fire and earth through his body, until he resembled a rock golem with lava flowing through his veins.
He dashed forward channelling every last drop of his power into his attack, even if he didn't want to admit it the laws around Lirian did make him panic so he spared no effort in his attack.
"Sinking Star," he roared calling out the name of the most powerful move from his combat art.
It was just a single direct fist unfortunately it didn't live up to its name, but it held enough power to shake an entire country which the pugilist believed to be enough to take care of Lirian.
As he brought his fist crashing down, it hit the laws surrounding Lirian like barriers, there were so many layers that he lost count but he still held confidence in his fist as the fire elemental energy burned everything in its path and the earth energy absorbed the attacks from the laws.
He smiled with glee as his fist came down to Lirian's face, but then he felt something touching his arm and all his energy was redistributed into ground.
There was a deafening explosion and he was in the centre off that explosion, and he watched as the earth all around him went soaring in to the sky creating a cloud of dust and every object within 50 miles was shot into the sky no matter how heavy it was.
As the pugilist lowered his head he could see Lirian standing there a full three feet shorter than him with his arm raised in a casual manner holding the pugilist arm back.
But most of all he could see two bright silver eyes, shining brighter than the sun looking at him with a mocking smile.
"It's such a pity that thrash like you has such a move, here I'll show you how to execute it properly, take it as a parting gift," he heard Lirian say in a mocking tone then he ran a finger on the pugilists spine and dantian, and the pugilist howled in pain as he felt his fire and earth elemental energies forcefully getting ripped from his body.
Not even a split of a second passed before he felt the energies leave his body forever.
All fell still and silent to Lirian as he left Edith's arms and landed on the ground. He felt the blindfold slip of his face as he hit the ground, turning his head in Edith's direction, but the world in his eyes was filled with only white. He couldn't see anything but he knew what happened, he staggered up with a bewildered look on his face as if he couldn't quite register what had happened. The world fell so silent as if time had frozen everything in place, but Lirian was well aware that the time was flowing onwards, he just didn't want to except it. It was a far too cruel reality, because he knew that had Edith just held on to him when that dagger struck the geneses world would have opened up under the guidance of the system, yet she sacrificed herself in an attempt to buy him more time. 'Oh, that's right, how could I have forgotten that reality has never been fair to begin with,' a voice echoed in Lirian's head, it was his own. "Edith!", he shouted with a burst of strength he rushed forward to grab onto her, 'I used to be a god so I can still save her,' he thought but as he touched her, it was like his warmth had a detrimental effect on her frozen body as it started to crumble. Boiling hot tears stained Lirian's face as he caught a whiff of her scent, deep down he knew that it was the last time he'd ever smell her, but as he sniffed it in it only made the pain more unbearable. "NO, NO, NO, NO, I USED TO A BE GOD!" Lirian roared into the sky, "I HAVE ENDURED YOUR CURSE, AND FACED YOUR EVERY TRIBULATION IN SOLITUDE, WITH NO ONE TO EVER HELP ME," "YOU MADE THE WOMAN I LOVED BETRAY ME AND YOU TOOK MY DAUGHTER FROM ME, YOU HAVE PUSHED ME THROUGH EVERY HELL ALREADY," "SO WHY, WHY, WHY! DO YOU STILL KEEP TAKING THE THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME AWAY!" Lirian roared to the skies as if asking the heavens for an explanation. "EVERYTIME I'M HAPPY YOU BREAK ME IN WAYS WORSE THAN THE LAST, WHY!" as Lirian roared into the sky he smashed the ground with his fist, they were weak and powerless, but strange ripples were released with every strike. "HOW HAVE I EVER WRONG ANYONE TO RECEIVE SUCH TREATMENT, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HER? SHE WAS JUST AN INNOCENT CHILD!" "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH," a harrowed heart ranching scream filled with pain and grief left Lirian's mouth as he howled into the sky with grievance. The zealots had heard Lirian's every word at first they thought that they broke his mind, but as he continued to scream, fear filled their bodies making them shake like leaves in the wind. Lirian's voice had underwent a monstrous change, at first it was just his, but then there were dozens of different voices that seemed to belong to demons from the lowest depts of hell. Each voiced sounded ancient and powerful, and every word was mixed with killing intent, they could only thank their lucky stars that the killing intent wasn't directed at them because it seemed like those words alone were enough to erase them from existence. No those words held enough power to erased the world and every star in sight, they held the power to challenge the heavens itself. They couldn't help but feel like they challenged a monster that no one could afford to provoke as boundless ripples of silver and black began to seep into their bodies. As it sunk in they felt the laws in their bodies struggling to break free, desperate to run in Lirians direction, it was as if Lirian was their master and they had to help him no matter the cost. Then they began to feel emotions, emotions they thought they had forgotten, they were emotion of grief so much grief that it felt like their entire world was coming to an end. The zealots realised that the laws were actually experiencing the pain Lirian was feeling, it was his grief that was affecting the laws of the world, the raw laws that existed in nature were surrounding Lirian and their laws which they had painstakingly bound to themselves seemed to feel the same anguish as Lirian. "Is this the power of a god?" the zealots asked in disbelief as tears formed in their eyes, and they released howls of sorrow. How could any of them imagine the true pain Lirian was experiencing, as one who rarely ever got to experience true comradery and love and friendship throughout countless years of life. Losing it was worse than a million deaths, and the manner in which he lost it only filled him with guilt. 'Had I shared my secrets with her and told her the truth, then maybe she wouldn't have done something so stupid,' he cried to himself with guilt. Lirian sunk into the throne world all around him the world became unstable as it shrunk in size, all the seats that surrounded the throne were locked in a tight circle around the throne. The swirling green auroras had fallen completely still and the black madness it held back was releasing its darkness on to the throne world without any restraints. As for Lirian's other selves all of them were curled up in balls rocking back and forth while howling at the top of their lungs, the scene reminded him of when they lost Ella and Katerina betrayed him. Lirian stared at the black madness, it was an endless abyss of truths and nightmares, off all the things he kept suppressed, the things he didn't want to remember. It always forced itself on him in the worst moments as if desperate to embrace him, yet no matter how hard he tried to distance himself it couldn't be removed. Deep within his body he could feel the gods essence creating a mild reaction on the outside world but he didn't have the heart to bother with it, he could only visualise Edith's body crumbling at his touch. "We warned you!" "We told you not to get close to her," "Now look at what you've done to us," Lirian's past selves began to shout frantically as the black madness forced it's way into their minds, tormenting them with their pasts and shoving their every humiliation and failure in their faces. It was an endless agony for them all, like a death by a million cuts, every memory served to act as a reminder, of how pathetic they were. "This life is hell," Lirian muttered, "Who wants the throne?" he asked his other selves, but no answer came not even the demented ones uttered a word to take it, it was as if his other selves had come to fear this life without the curse. Lirian looked down despondently with a blank look in his eyes, "If no one want's it then what do I do?" he questioned. "THE ONLY THING WE KNOW, KILL THEM ALL!" all of his selves shouted together in harmony it was like the chorus of their soul, for he knew more about killing than them, who had ripped apart entire worlds, and snuffed out the stars of entire galaxies and shattered entire plains. A new light entered Lirian's eyes one of determination to see the world burn, initially Lirian had two ways of surviving, he opted for the first option which was to use the geneses world to escape, because the other method was extremely wasteful. But now it didn't seem to wasteful anymore, with a thought the doors to the soul vault opened releasing a bright light on the throne world and when the light vanished a single object was floating in front of Lirian. It looked like an azure blue fluid in a constant state of flux, releasing pulses every second as if alive, it was one of Lirian's Ethereal Revival Embryo's. Lirian was extremely lucky to have been able to make several of these, and he doubted that he'd be able to gather all the materials to make another ever again, but the primary material used to create it was the energy of the three sources, geneses, cosmic and celestial. "Burn it!" the voices of his other selves echoed in unison. They all knew how wasteful it was to use a spare life to kill some small fry, but it was the only thing that could temporarily give Lirian a cultivation capable of contending against his enemies. "Burn it," Lirian echoed he was commanding the system to carry out the task. Initiating Error hosts waylines were damaged in hosts fall from the god realm Redirecting power to restore the waylines, host will only be able to reach the fifth stage of sixth grade cultivation "That's more than enough for me to erase this entire world," Lirian muttered coldly. --- The zealots were watching Lirian in a panic as the laws and elemental energies in their bodies were being pulled out. The pugilist managed to struggle to his feet, for a while now Lirian had gone silent and he looked like he wasn't going to move anytime soon. The pugilist figured that now was the only chance they had left, sure Lirian was emitting a crazy killing intent and the laws in the world seemed to be on his side, but he lacked any cultivation, without cultivation all those laws and killing intent were useless. The pugilist entered a fighting stance and despite his elemental energy trying to break free from him he held it firmly and channelled it into his stance. It was a special combat art that he picked up in a trial ground, and he had never seen anything like it ever since. He channelled the elemental powers of fire and earth through his body, until he resembled a rock golem with lava flowing through his veins. He dashed forward channelling every last drop of his power into his attack, even if he didn't want to admit it the laws around Lirian did make him panic so he spared no effort in his attack. "Sinking Star," he roared calling out the name of the most powerful move from his combat art. It was just a single direct fist unfortunately it didn't live up to its name, but it held enough power to shake an entire country which the pugilist believed to be enough to take care of Lirian. As he brought his fist crashing down, it hit the laws surrounding Lirian like barriers, there were so many layers that he lost count but he still held confidence in his fist as the fire elemental energy burned everything in its path and the earth energy absorbed the attacks from the laws. He smiled with glee as his fist came down to Lirian's face, but then he felt something touching his arm and all his energy was redistributed into ground. There was a deafening explosion and he was in the centre off that explosion, and he watched as the earth all around him went soaring in to the sky creating a cloud of dust and every object within 50 miles was shot into the sky no matter how heavy it was. As the pugilist lowered his head he could see Lirian standing there a full three feet shorter than him with his arm raised in a casual manner holding the pugilist arm back. But most of all he could see two bright silver eyes, shining brighter than the sun looking at him with a mocking smile. "It's such a pity that thrash like you has such a move, here I'll show you how to execute it properly, take it as a parting gift," he heard Lirian say in a mocking tone then he ran a finger on the pugilists spine and dantian, and the pugilist howled in pain as he felt his fire and earth elemental energies forcefully getting ripped from his body. Not even a split of a second passed before he felt the energies leave his body forever.
