Is That A Wisp? Chapter 911
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Krune then swung the Pestlor, watching it hum as it produced faint gales. The satisfaction of wielding it was immediate as he could feel the sheer power imbued in it. The fact that all the laws making it up were part of his Spiritual Incarnation further increased this feeling of satisfaction.
Thanks to this, the control he had over it was absolute. It felt like it was an extension of his body. For a normal weapon master, they would have to train decades or even centuries to attain a state where they would become one with their weapon or where every thought of theirs would cause their weapon to react accordingly.
But in his case, the weapon had become a part of himself in the first place. It was like another arm that he wielded. After all, forming it was a part of his body. And because of this, Krune could understand the property that was in effect over the region, making it act like a virus.
Whatever it was, their base form existed in his Spiritual Incarnation and had now become a part of the Pestlor. Even though Krune hadn't comprehended the source, that didn't mean he couldn't use it. After all, he could use the sole advantage of his Spiritual Incarnation—the fact that it was made up of all laws in the God Realm—to imbue them in an item and control it, just like the teleportation formation in his subspace and the Lawless Plains.
If he thought about it, the greater fraction of laws making up his Spiritual Incarnation were those he barely had any knowledge of.
All his knowledge stemmed from the fact that they were a part of him. If Krune wished to recreate an effect similar to the one in Epic Hell, he had to comprehend the respective laws to a great extent. Nevertheless, wielding Pestlor was different.
As he observed it, Krune felt joy, not for the fact the weapon was suitable to be used in the region, but at the fact that he could also use it in the God Realm. It was because everything of substance making up the Pestlor had been converted. From the law fragments in the materials and the rocks used, even those present in his Spiritual Incarnation were converted.
Because of this, the restriction placed on the items of Epic Hell wouldn't work on it. After all, it now functioned using the laws of Krune, the laws making up his Spiritual Incarnation.
"A solid weapon to use even outside this place," Krune laughed as he said. "Despite the difficulty, I like this Sub-Realm already."
Treasures weren't always placed as a prize at someplace that one had to survive through heaps of disasters to attain. Rather, as long as one could make use of it, anything could become a treasure for them.
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The best example was right now. He used the mysterious property of the region and made a weapon out of it. With that, he had obtained a treasure already, a significantly useful one at that.
After all, he could easily use the Pestlor for all his life. As his cultivation improved, he could upgrade it easily through his Spiritual Incarnation. For someone who improved by leaps and bounds through cultivation in every session, this was an optimal weapon for him.
Krune intended to create a set of armor in a similar manner, only to pause as he mulled over his thoughts soon after. 'By making the Pestlor big, I can smash my enemies harder. But, making my armor bigger serves no practical purpose. It would just constrict my movements. If I just have to use something as a shield, the Pestlor is more than enough. If I make it large enough, I can block any attacks. On top of that, I consumed ten Pseudo-Wisps and six months to make this. An armor…just isn't worth the effort now that I think about it.'
After thinking it through, Krune stopped this train of thought, deciding against making armor. He didn't make a second Pestlor as well. After all, using one was enough. Anything more wouldn't serve its purpose. Plus, he would be expending a lot of Godly Energy in the process.
As he didn't even know whether he could replenish his Godly Energy reserves, Krune had no intention to spend any more of it. At times, being over-prepared was also foolish. One had to observe the time, place, and scenario to plan accordingly.
In his present condition, one Pestlor was more than enough. And besides, he was only in the first region of the Sub-Realm. If he headed to another region, maybe he would find something more suitable for other purposes?
With that, Krune decided that it was the right time for him to make a move. And what better way to test its effectiveness than against an opponent?
The clone carrying him changed forms, becoming the Escapist once again. This time, it just flapped its wings and continued to fly, heading back in the same direction he had escaped.
For a moment, he was tempted to increase the size of the Pestlor to the limit by seeping in enough Godly Energy equivalent to his current cultivation and use the massive weapon to smash into the regional barrier.
He was tempted to see the extent of the damage he could do on the regional barrier. But on second thought, Krune decided otherwise. It wasn't wise to stir up the attention of the mountainous demon beast that oversaw the Sub-Realm.
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It was better to stay put and accumulate advantages. If his actions caught the eye of the mountainous demon beast that decided to investigate him further, wouldn't it bode death for him if it discovered his identity as a Wisp?
After all, it was representing the God it served. So, anything odd it discovered would be relayed to the God. In other words, that would mean death for him.
At present, Krune didn't even have the confidence to survive an encounter with an immortal, not to mention an entity that stood at the peak of the God Realm. He wasn't someone driven by suicidal tendencies, so he decided to just focus on his tasks.
The Escapist flew for a considerable time before the floating island was visible in Krune's line of sight. To not take any risks, Krune didn't directly head into the open. In his place, he sent a clone.
The clone carried the Pestlor and sat on the back of the Escapist. If the situation turned amiss, using the subspace, he could retrieve the Pestlor easily. In any case, all he would lose would be one Pseudo-Wisp since the Little Krune fragment would reappear in his subspace without suffering any damage.
At first, the clone was in his human form. But a second later, it took on the form of Pestlor's weapon spirit, turning into a humanoid rock figure. But, unlike the weapon spirit, it had a height of two meters.
It seemed the weapon spirit also grew in size as its cultivation base increased. As Little Krune was in the Seventh Stage of the God Foundation Realm, the size of the clone reflected it.
The Escapist hovered at a position beyond the attacking range of the giant in the floating island. The clone then flapped its water-film wings and took off to the air, making a beeline towards the floating island.
The subspace was within it now, ready to supply it with Godly Energy whenever necessary.
The clone held the Pestlor using both hands, swinging it forward with all its might. Though, as the mortar part of the Pestlor came down, it infused a tremendous quantity of Godly Energy into it, causing it to expand in size accordingly.
With the increase in size came an appropriate increase in weight. To bear its own weight, its structural integrity had intensified accordingly, making it tremendously sturdy. Intense gales were stirred up as a result of its motion as the entire floating island was covered by the shadow it cast.
The momentum was so large that it surpassed the clone's ability to control.
As the Pestlor fell towards the floating island, the pond on it wriggled as the rock giant appeared once again. This time, its body was a tad larger than before. It had grown after absorbing some of the Godly Energy unleashed by Krune before.
Upon seeing the scale of the attack, the giant was alarmed as it raised its arms. All the water forming its body condensed over its palms as it intended to block the attack by making the water absorb the shock first.
Sadly, the size of the Pestlor was too big for that. Its length matched the floating island. Adding onto the momentum of the swing that was blown out of proportion when it was expanded in size, the outcome was obvious.
For a moment, the entire surroundings turned silent as if frozen in time. Followed by it was a massive shockwave as a rumbling sound akin to thunder ruptured from the point of contact.
The water it used to defend splashed everywhere, barely managing to absorb part of the momentum. The remainder of the attack slammed into its arms, cracking them apart before bashing its head into pieces.
The impact force sent the rock fragments, each the size of a boulder, flying everywhere as the Pestlor landed on the floating island, creating a massive crater on it. The sheer force from the impact caused the floating island to fall for one hundred meters before it stabilized its footing.
A dense stream of Godly Energy flowed out of the smashed rock fragments and streamed into the Pestlor. The clone appeared in the area, sucking in all the Godly Energy using the trait of its form. In the meantime, the weapon spirit absorbed all the Godly Energy in the Pestlor, shrinking it back to normal after a couple of seconds.
The clone grabbed it and retreated from the area, leaving behind the final dregs of Godly Energy as the rock fragments rumbled, starting to join together.
The weapon spirit was completely strained as it had absorbed too much Godly Energy, exceeding its limit by many times. If not for the Pestlor's potential, it would have burst already. Nevertheless, it still wasn't able to handle the excess Godly Energy.
The size of the Pestlor continued to increase once again as the clone barely managed to carry it towards the Escapist. Immediately, without wasting another second, they escaped from the scene.
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