Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!! - Chapter 821 - 821: Onwards

The feeling Noah felt as soon as he sat down to comprehend a law was not something grand. He did not instantly feel like he had tapped into some vast knowledge or if he had peeked into some forbidden secrets of the world.

‘This feels familiar…’ Noah felt like he was back to the basics, understanding a cultivation technique. The same sensation he felt when he first absorbed the qi touched his senses once more.

‘It feels the same as when I tried to understand the nature of the elements when I tried to advance as Mage Sovereign.’

The supple grace of heat trickled on his skin, cradling—like sunlight filtered through morning mist, warm yet weightless. Noah’s breath steadied as he sank deeper into the sensation.

When Noah was the Mage God, he had to research these things from scratch. Understanding the nature of an element was so difficult that most mages went mad just to try and comprehend it.

But for someone who managed to get through that, attempting it again, and that too with the help of the world itself, Noah felt like he was being spoon-fed.

‘It’s everywhere,’ he realized, eyes still closed. ‘Not just in the air or sun. In the space between heartbeats.’

It was Aether.

The mother element. Not the raging fire or the gentle flow of water, but the quiet breath that gave birth to light itself, the unseen current weaving life through wounds and shadows alike.

Noah touched this element for various reasons. One of them being how close this law is to a certain magic he used more often than the others.

The healing magic.

Even though it was similar, Aether was more profound, and then what he learned about healing magic even at the same starting point.

‘Looks like there are still things that I have yet to learn.’

With the mind of a student, Noah dwelt deep into the understanding of what Aether was.

At the same time, something unexpected happened inside Noah’s soul realm.

his soul sense extended, brushing against the Golden Blossom Lotus beneath his soul.

The artifact hummed in recognition, its petals unfurled to collect the traces of the Aether around him. It moved and touched upon the injuries of his soul.

Almost instantly the pain from old soul scars softened, it did not disappear completely all at once but each crack slowly was slowly closed, as if invisible hands knit the frayed edges.

Noah let the sensation deepen, like roots seeking water in parched earth.

At first he pulled a trace of the law within his body to comprehend it by using the power of his soul to touch upon it, but the benefit it brought was an unexpected bonus for Noah.

Even with his attention fully focused on comprehending the Law, he could tell that if things went like this, he would be able to complete his healing within a matter of months.

To understand the Law of Aether, Noah had to realize what Aether actually was.

It was not a type of qi he could inhale and use as he pleased.

It was not a force that could be commanded. It was the blank canvas as well as the origin of the canvas itself.

It was the silence before the thunder as well as the bright bolt of light when it struck.

In the world where the immortals shattered mountains with a single palm strike and pierced through the heavens with a single thrust, Aether was the divine light of origin.

It was the very law that gave birth to the Law of Light itself.

‘The light that sparked the birth of the universe—!!!’ Just when Noah wanted to continue deepening his understanding of this profound primordial glow, he could sense it in the dark void; his eyes shot wide in panic.

He snapped out of his daze as the blood in his body churned up to his throat and…

Cough!! Splat!

Noah had not even realized, but his partial dragon transformation had already been activated on its own.

‘Oh no!’ Noah gasped as realization dawned upon him. ‘I was so impatient that I forgot that I was treading upon the laws that are way beyond my current level.’

Maybe it was because of this powerful body that he only got away with simple internal injuries.

Had it not been for his powerful soul, his body would have exploded right there and then.

Each law was a set of profound truths that makes up the entirety of existence itself.

Noah was too hasty to directly gaze upon the profound mysteries because he was too accustomed to it in his previous life, and he forgot that he was no longer the mage god he once was.

‘Fortunately for me, I had gone through the physical rebirth of the philosopher’s stone. Had it not been for it, I would have died without even having the chance to marry Xin Yan and Elysia.’

Shaking his head, Noah popped an advanced healing pill in his mouth and focused on recuperating from his injuries.

***

What Noah did not realize was that while he was focused on cultivating inside the immortal pagoda, high above the space of the benevolent guardian sect, several cracks appeared.

Beyond the cracks, traces of Giant pupils and colorful eyes appeared, which no one but those who stood at the pinnacle of the world could see.

The pressure radiating from them made them jump up from their seats or clench their fists in frustration and anticipation. Some looked at the sky with reverent eyes while the other bowed with ambition.

In his throne room, Wuhan also looked up with a complicated look in his eyes. The air beside him twisted, and Feng Niu appeared beside him, still shrouded in her shadows.

But this time, her body radiated a killing intent it lacked when she faced Wuhan.

“Those damned bastards of the upper realm. They are the harbinger of nothing but bad news. What are they looking down at our world for?!”

Wuhan looked at his mother with a surprised expression. He had never seen her like this before.

The indifference and coldness in her eyes was something he had never seen before, not on this level at least.

‘Just what in the world would attract those from the upper land to look at a world like ours?’ The Feng Emperor contemplated. He knew that their world was like a dumping ground with low-level resources in the eyes of those beings.

‘So what is it, or who—’ right as he reached this point, Wuhan thought of his dear friend and shifted uncomfortably in his throne.

‘I wonder how everyone else is doing right now.’

The unexpected attentions from the immortals beyond the realm made Wuhan feel as if something bad was about to happen, and what his mother said did not help at all.

…

“How long do we have to keep doing this? I am tired of the routine. When are we going to get some action captain?”

Through the bloody and cracked roads of an abandoned village, a group of men were walking through with their weapons out in the open.

They were wearing ragged clothes, covered in blood, and their powerful auras showed that they were not anyone to be trifled with.

There were crimson sigils that looked like demons carved into their flesh. The symbol seemed to be alive as it moved from time to time.

It was a known mark of the infamous unorthodox sect, The Blood Demon Sect.

The name of the sect matched the nature of its members. Their insatiable thirst for slaughter and blood consumed many lives.

Their cultivation techniques fed on the blood and gore, fueling their qi to grow.

The captain of the guard was a hulking figure with black veins pulsing like writing serpents beneath his skin.

With a sneer at his whining subordinates, he said, “Patience, you maggot. Every drop spilled here will lay the foundation for me to break through the constraints of a normal golden core realm expert and bring me one step closer to the next grand realm.”

“The sect has been in unrest for a while now. I am sure a storm is coming, and if we want to survive, we have to lay low and gather as much power as possible.”

As he spoke, the captain swung his massive blade sidways without even looking in that direction.

There, hidden behind the shade of a broken wall, a thud echoed before a head rolled out.

It was an old man whose face was covered in snot and tears. His lips were crumpled, which showed how much he was trying to suppress a voice.

Seeing the despair and horror in the eyes of the severed head, the members of the squad grinned with sadistic satisfaction.

“As expected of the captain, you are truly smarter than other captains. Those trash will die before they even know what hit them.”

One of the subordinates praised the captain as they continued to walk. Their eyes soon locked on a huddled form in the ruins.

A child, no older than ten winters was clutching the hand of a cold corpse tightly. The woman who had died at the hands of the cultist was his mother.

Sensing their presence, he looked back. Filthy robes clung to his trembling frame, eyes wide with the terror of one who’d watched his family butchered hours before.

But most deepest emotions made the face of the captain of the blood demon sect twist in pleasure and glee.

The eyes of the boy were brimming with hatred and killing intent, but his weak body trembled under the passive pressure that excluded from the bodies of the cultivators.

“HAHa Look at this weakling.” Throwing his head back, the captain laughed like a maniac. Then he raised his hand, qi surging into a swirling vortex of scarlet mist. It coalesced into a Blood Sword Mirage—dozens of razor edges manifesting mid-air, poised to rend the boy into essence mist. “Your blood will sing for us,” he growled, thrusting forward.

The attack hurled forward, humming with malevolent hunger… then it froze.

The crimson blades halted inches from the child’s face. It was like an invisible force had stopped it, but then a chill spread into the air, freezing the ground and touching upon the tip of the blood blades.

From the tip to the end, living veins of ice covered the blade. Then it moved from one blade from to another, leaving the demonic cultivators shocked.