FREE USE in Primitive World - Chapter 280: Breath Of Dawn

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Breath Of Dawn

Telekinesis. He had assumed this world’s power system was entirely restricted to physical body enhancement, aura projection, and manifesting beast phantoms to punch things harder. But this? Moving objects through the air with the mind? If his guess was correct, this was a genuine, spell-like magical display.

It proved that this primitive world was vastly more mystical and complex than just unrefined, barbaric survival. It meant the ceiling for his own power was infinitely higher than he had initially calculated. If Veylara could do this with a Layer 4 Omen Blood Storm-Tiger, what the hell could he eventually do with a Dreadwing?

Even though Veylara didn’t quite understand the sudden, awe-struck, ravenous fire in his eyes… assuming he was simply impressed by the ancient craftsmanship of the tablet itself… she continued her solemn explanation.

“This is our most guarded ancestral heritage,” Veylara said, her voice echoing with deep reverence. “The Breath of Dawn. You do not read it with your eyes, Sol. Just push a fraction of your essence into the stone. It will reveal the technique directly to your mind. Take great care of it, and return it to the High Shaman after you have committed it to memory.”

Sol nodded with a wide, irrepressible smile. He couldn’t wait another second.

He gripped the edges of the smooth, cool stone tablet tightly. Closing his eyes, he tapped into the dense, heavy reservoir of Golden Liquid resting in his solar plexus. He carefully separated a microscopic, thread-like tendril of his golden essence and pushed it outward, injecting it directly into the surface of the ancient artifact.

Instantly, a magical phenomenon occurred that shattered his understanding of reality.

The physical sensation of the heavy stone in his hands, the smell of the medicinal incense, the ambient heat of the High Hall… it all instantly faded away. He was plunged into the vast, infinite darkness of his own inner mind.

Within that mental void, brilliant, glowing blue lines of unknown words suddenly ignited, flaring to life like neon signs in the dark. He looked at the script. He knew with absolute certainty that he had never seen these specific, jagged, flowing runes before in his entire life.

But strangely, miraculously, he didn’t need to actually read them.

As his golden essence touched the blue runes, a profound, metaphysical translation occurred. He could inherently, perfectly understand their intention and meaning. The complex knowledge bypassed his optic nerves entirely and downloaded directly into his consciousness, fusing with his memory as if he had studied the text for decades under a strict master.

He went over the glowing blue lines one by one, absorbing the profound, ancient wisdom hidden within. Even though he didn’t quite know how to describe the invasive, magical process to an outsider, the complex mechanics of the technique permanently etched themselves into his brain.

It was the Breath of Dawn.

The technique detailed a highly precise, meditative, and physiological process. It could be initiated only during the exact moment of sunrise. The user had to sit directly under the early light, facing the horizon, and look directly at the rising sun. Then, they had to close their eyes and forcefully visualize its burning, perfect, spherical form within the absolute center of their mind, holding that image with unbreakable, diamond-hard focus.

Once the mental image was stabilized, the warrior had to employ a highly specific, complex, multi-layered rhythm of inhaling and exhaling. It wasn’t just breathing air, it was using the lungs as a metaphysical pump to draw the primal, untainted ’Wild Essence’ of the dawn directly from the atmosphere and funnel it down into the core.

According to the mental translation flowing through his mind, successfully maintaining this specific rhythm could drastically increase a warrior’s ambient essence absorption speed by at least a flat twenty percent.

However, the glowing blue text also noted a crucial caveat: the true multiplier varied wildly. The efficiency scaled depending on the user’s personal comprehension of the technique, the innate density and tier of their core, and the raw amount of ambient essence available in the surrounding jungle environment.

After taking a quick, comprehensive look through the entire mental manuscript and perfectly committing the complex breathing cycle to his permanent memory, Sol gracefully severed the connection.

The glowing blue lines vanished, and the physical reality of the High Hall rushed back in.

He opened his eyes, letting out a long, deeply satisfied breath. He looked up from the ancient stone tablet and smiled brightly at the Warchief, his entire demeanor radiating an infectious, dangerous confidence.

“I have it,” Sol said, his voice brimming with excitement.

This technique was going to help him massively. It was exactly what he needed to survive the impending apocalypse. Even though his Golden Liquid already possessed an incredibly fast, anomalous baseline absorption speed…allowing him to recover his massive, exhausted reserves in just a few short hours without doing anything… stacking a minimum twenty percent active multiplier on top of it was an absolute game-changer.

It was the ultimate cultivation buff. And considering his core was leagues beyond a standard Sun Core, that “twenty percent” might actually manifest as a fifty, or even a hundred percent increase in efficiency once he really got the hang of the rhythm and visualized the sun perfectly.

With this technique, he could saturate the dormant souls of the Lord Dreadwing and the Lord Great Badger at truly terrifying, unprecedented speeds. He wouldn’t just be recovering his energy, he would be force-feeding his phantoms until they were bursting at the seams. He could trigger the harrowing Feedback Trials on his own terms, evolving his baseline power.

He could get strong fast. He would no longer just be a vessel carrying a nuke, he would learn how to aim it.

He handed the heavy stone tablet back to High Shaman Zephyra, who took it with a reverent nod. Sol looked back at Warchief Veylara, the exhaustion of the day entirely wiped away by the burning thrill of his newly discovered progression path.

“Thank you, Warchief,” Sol said sincerely, his silver-crimson eyes glinting in the firelight. “I will begin the Breath of Dawn tomorrow morning.