Chapter 127 Zardos: The King Of Yellow River
In the infinite darkness, inside the mindscape of Fein. A humanoid purple flame with a deep cut on its face sat in the deepest part of the Void. Mirrors floating make up the whole place. These mirrors project some scenes that always change every minute. One could see the silhouette of Fein in every scene. The deepest part of the mindscape contains the memories of a person that they want to hide subconsciously.
The purple gnashed its teeth in pain as it observed Fein's soul without moving in its place.
Finally, I can revive myself and take this human body for myself... Although their body is quite weak, it has the talent to grow at least half of my strength! But it was still unbelievable that this human managed to injure me. This is my fourth time getting injured, that sword of his can cut my incorporeal body. Well, it doesn't matter. It would become mine sooner or later.
The purple flame quivered as the day for his revival had finally come. How many days did he wait for this day? He doesn't know anymore. He had existed since the primordial era and he had even witnessed the battle of the behemoths for supremacy-- Namely titans, devils, and gods.
He was called Zardos 'The King of Yellow River' in his heydey. During the battle of gods, he was affected and become one of the collateral damage. Although his strength is quite good as he managed to preserve his soul to this day. And he even took down four devils before he self-destructed. He paid a big price in order to survive. Without a body, his soul would be forcefully pulled to the death dimension. His soul was quite strong as he can resist the pulling force but he can only do this for thousands of years and he would be exhausted. That's why he decided to fuse his soul into the inheritance scroll of the NAIA Civilization. One of the strongest forces in the 3rd epoch. At that time he sneaked into their treasure room without them noticing. Even the leader of the Civilization that had surpassed the SSS rank hadn't sensed him. He slumbered for quite a long time and he hopes that he would one day seize a body for himself. His plan was quite intricate and thorough. As he knew that a qualified successor of an Inheritance would be sufficiently talented.
Now the time has finally come for him.
A successor has come and opened the scroll. These triggered the mechanism and he woke up. He was inside the black light that came out of the scroll to relay the technique information to the successor. But he didn't expect that the successor of the trial would be wary that he would resist. After all, if it was others, they would have gladly let the black light access their mind to learn the technique, and what's more ridiculous was the fact that he was injured by the sword energy as half of his soul was split. It was the black mist that came out of the black light. His strength had been weakened by half. But it doesn't really matter to him, even with this his strength was far stronger than a mere human.
That's why he used the last remaining power on his soul to fast-forward the perception of the human being. With this, the soul would gradually wear time, after all, no matter how strong some, it's impossible to defeat the river of time. Anyone would gradually be numbed, they would lose their mind. No matter how strong one will, it would wear down.
Zardos felt his soul power get consumed rapidly, he just had to wait until the soul got eradicated then he can seize the body with ease.
But an accident happened, the soul that was about to get extinguished was covered by a purple mist that appeared out of nowhere at such a crucial time. Zardos suffered the backlash as his soul body was in the process of disintegration. He can't resist as he had already used all his powers.
No! This should not be supposed to happen! No!!!! Zardos roared with unwillingness at the purple mist that ruined his careful plan before his soul body slowly broke apart.
The mindscape returned to its previous silence.
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Fein woke up, he saw Sofia look at him while crying. He saw that she was holding a broken bracelet. He was quite familiar with it, as it was what Viscount Lucius gave to him as a reward. It can protect the soul, he doesn't really know how much. Seeing its state, he knew that something wrong must have happened that affected his soul. But he can't recall anything at all, he only knew that he was in a dark space, and now he woke up.
He decided to shrug off his thought as he was clueless, thankfully he was fine in the end. But he was grateful to Lucius as he doesn't know what would be the consequences if he didn't have it. He was also a bit scared inside, as things related to the soul level are very mysterious.
"What happened to you?" Sofia snuggled at his chest.
"I don't know, but it seems that the bracelet your father gave me has played a role to protect me" Fein wiped out the cold sweat on his forehead.
Since he woke up, he felt that the world became more colorful, the red are redder, the blue are bluer and the greens are greener. His senses became more acute along with his perception.
"I was scared because I saw the Bracelet of Mimir get activated, and the purple mist entered your brain. I knew how the bracelet function, that's why I'm worried about your safety." Sofia continued as she began to let go of him and calm down herself a little.
Hearing Sofia's description of the purple mist, He speculates that whatever happened, his soul became stronger as a side effect of it. After all, 'What doesn't kill you, will strengthen you'. This quote should be accurate to describe his current situation.
Now, his soul defense also grew stronger even without the Bracelet of Mimir, but he still decided to find some equipment similar to the bracelet in the future for assurance.
At the same time, he saw a piece of information about a certain technique in his mind called 'Golden Mist Transformation'.
He knew this is the technique recorded by the inheritance scroll.
He made a mental command and began to read the description regarding the technique.
As he saw the content, his jaw dropped, his eyes widen, and his mouth made an O-shape.