Chapter 137: Spirit Tree (Finale)
Chapter 137: Spirit Tree (Finale)
He grabbed them in his hands and brought them close to him.
He scanned the forest first, and in a couple of seconds, he located the spirit tree that was more than a thousand meters away from him.
He aimed the bow at the spirit tree before fitting the arrow on it. Using a lot of his strength, enough for his arms muscles to bulge, he pulled back the bowstring.
“The story of a prey and the hunter ends here,” Elliot said as he released the arrow.
Twang! The arrow bursts out of the bow, generating shockwaves as it did so. The recoil was enough to push Elliot off of the tree and throw him several meters behind. If it wasn’t for his extremely strong body, puking out a mouthful of blood because of the recoil wasn’t a far stretched story.
Whoosh! The golden arrow cut through the wind and charged towards the spirit tree.
The arrow moved so fast that it seemed to look like a ray of light. It looked like a magnificent and dazzling shooting star, and it emitted overwhelming pressure, one that suppressed all manner of life.
The spirit tree didn’t notice that a golden ray of light was coming towards it. After all, it didn’t have its spiritual senses active.
It only managed to notice an overwhelming pressure acting on it before darkness assaulted its vision, and that was the very moment it lost its life.
It died without knowing that a golden arrow has traveled for more than a thousand meters to blast it apart. It didn’t know that the very person who it tried to kill, killed it.
It died without knowing who and what killed it!
<You’ve killed a spirit warrior>
<It’s vitality is condensed into a liquid form. Please collect it and consume it to increase your essence of life>
<As it’s your first time killing a spirit, the will of the Northern Duke has decided to impart a spiritual energy cultivation technique to the Champion as a reward>
<Would you like to learn it?>
“That’s just what I needed!” Without a single moment of delay, Elliot told Hope to hurry up and reward him.
<Imparting the Art of Heaven Stealing>
Instantly, a large amount of information entered Elliot’s mind, ingraining with his memories, causing him immense pain as if thousands of needles were piercing his temple.
<The information transferring Process is complete>
He almost screamed out loud before the pain vanished, disappearing without a trace as if it never assaulted him and it was all in his head.
But the profound knowledge in his mind said otherwise. From breathing patterns, mantras to unorthodox and several orthodox methods to cultivate in the art of Heaven stealing, everything was in his mind.
The Seven Skies are impartial
Deities Above unfettered by the misery of mortals
Destruction of Hell or Eden, both but a passing matter for the ones truly supreme
Thousands of planets, each naught more than a speckle of dust
Beginning and end of all manner of life, not a concern for the supremes
An attitude as such, worthy of my disdain
Stomp the seven skies, steal from the heaven
You wish to remain impartial! I wish to bring the skies down to our battle!
You remain impartial when your creation gets destroyed, then don’t blame me for being merciless.
Thousands of races, each with a way of defying heaven
One man stealing the arts of a thousand
Steal from heaven! Steal the Heaven! Steal from all its creation to become a legend!
The moment he tapped into his memories to take a look at the Art of Stealing Heaven, the voice of a man sounded in his ears, ringing his eardrums, almost shocking his soul out of his gaping mouth. It was a heroic voice, one full of majesty and disdain for the heaven and the deities. It was as if the man who said those words could reach the very end of the universe with a single step, take a ascend to heaven to kill the gods, and stomp on the ground to descend to the depth of hell.
When that voice stopped echoing in his head, Elliot had learned the Art of Stealing Heaven.
<You’ve learned a part of the Art of Stealing Heaven>
<You can suck in the energy present within a thousand meters around you with a single breath and store it in your body>
<Be careful of overloading yourself>
Elliot blinked his eyes, feeling disturbed out of his mind, but also excited.
Art of Stealing Heaven
Steal from Heaven! Steal the Heaven! Steal from all manners of life to become a legend!
He recited the beginning of the mantra in his mind, excitement seeping into every fiber of his being.
If he wasn’t wrong, then the Authority of Life that allows him to steal the gift of the creator of all, God, was the power created through the Art of Stealing Heaven!
If he masters it, then he could kill others by simply stealing all of the units of the essence of life from their bodies with a single thought!
This thought was scary, but at the same time, incredible indeed, making him feel like a God!
This thought was scary, but at the same time, incredible indeed, making him feel like a God!
However, he was far from mastering it!
According to the information in his mind, he divided this art into three parts, each further divided into several levels.
He was at the lowest of the low, the first level of the Art of Stealing From Heaven.
“Let’s try it out.” Elliot started breathing in a pattern so unique that even if one stands close to him and tries to memorize his breathing pattern, they won’t be able to do it.
As he breathed, following a hard to memorize pattern, he began chanting the first page of the Art of Stealing Heaven.
<You’ve successfully activated the first level of the art of stealing from heaven!>
The moment this notification popped up in his mind, Elliot felt a mystical force gathering in the center of his body.
Right at this moment, his eyes snapped open, and he opened his mouth wide, sucking in the air!
Vrooom!!!