Chapter 230 Four Arch Daemon Cultivation Technique
With excitement flowing from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, and finally, to the tips of his fingers, he used those very fingers to slowly open up the tightly rolled-up scroll in front of him. He couldn't help but form a small grin on his face. The scroll was large and purple in paper color. Its handles were made of deep purple gems that resembled the inner Purgatory Stone.
Upon finally opening the scripture, he found a healthy block of writing laid across it in dark ink. The writing was very small yet covered the entire scroll, apart from, of course, the large magic circle in the middle. It was more of a magic hexagon that looked complex and had several formations within it.
Lyrian's excited face went from fully ecstatic to slightly upset, one of his eyes closing a little as his top lip quivered. "I would do anything for power... but this... this is unideal. I have to read and figure out all of this!?"
He took in a deep breath and composed himself. As soon as he read the first word, however, Lyrian got a sudden thought. 'Wait... can't I just do this? Gear, Scan this and tell me how to use it in cultivation!'
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Name: Four Arch Daemon Cultivation Technique
Description: Ancient cultivation technique from the depths of the abyss. Use it to conquer vast amounts of mana. This cultivation technique is a trinity of unique attributes: Extremely difficult to obtain, extremely powerful, and extremely difficult to use and master.
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Along with this, knowledge of how to use it to cultivate quickly flowed into Lyrian's mind as water flowed from a gentle stream into a large pond. "Extremely hard to cultivate..." He paused, "But extremely powerful." He grinned, as that's what he liked to see.
Getting ready for the banquet could wait for now, as he was eager to test out this new ability of his. Without hesitation, he sat down on the floor in a meditation lotus position, as he did while cultivating Gale. This time, however, he was cultivating Gale's grandfather. He remembered the steps in his mind and carried them out with focus and intention.
There wasn't much distraction in his mind as he used the art of Smithing to help himself in concentration. He first concentrated on his whole being: his glabella, his eyes, his heart, and then his meridians. From there, he focused on his core, and finally, he enveloped his entire body within his thoughts.
With the magic circle on the scroll firmly remembered in his mind, he focused intensely on it as he continued to imagine his entire body. Before long, he began to sense his body from a third-person perspective. Just like when using Gale, reality around him became pitch-black, with only him being outlined in white lines.
Soon enough, his body began to radiate a small hint of purplish haze. It was a fearsome aura, yet it remained calm. He continued, and after 10 minutes, the purple aura around him formed into a specific shape around his entire body. The shape was of numerous circles that met together, encircling his body as though they were his effulgence. This was the first demon: Belphegor. By now, Lyrian's entire body was drenched in sweat. It felt as though he had been stuck in the desert for hours on end.
An intense heat flowed through his entire body, and he felt as though he was under the blaze of an erupting volcano. It would be enough for many to give up, but he wasn't going to do so, not so easily.
After shaping the formation of the first demon Belphegor, Lyrian was supposed to begin cultivating mana, but for some reason, none came to him. He didn't even get as much mana as when using Gale... he got none instead! This was a demotivating sign, but he still continued for another twenty minutes of grueling pain in the scorching hot environment.
In the end, his efforts bore no fruit. Frustrated, he opened his eyes as the sweat gathered on his eyelids flicked across the room. "What the hell was that about? I performed the formation of the first archdemon perfectly!" He exclaimed, irritated. He knew that it was stated as being extremely difficult, but seeing as he genuinely couldn't figure out what he did wrong, it made him even more upset.
"Well... whatever. I'll have to figure it out after this banquet," he said, looking at his bracelet as he saw that he had a little less than half an hour left to get ready for it. With haste, he began looking through his closet for a set of formal attire. On the first day, he noticed that there was a plethora of different styles of clothing in his closet, which was a pleasant surprise.
Before long, he found just what he was looking for. When he put it on, he was impressed to see that it fit him perfectly. "They must have planned for this..." He said as he looked at himself in the mirror.
Adorned on his body was a clean black suit with a black shirt underneath. A few gold chains, attached to the suit, wrapped around its side. There was a small red bowtie on his chest, and his feet were just as stylish, having a pair of black leather dress shoes on. Similar to the suit, they were all black but had red shoelaces to match the red bowtie.
At that moment, the door to his room suddenly opened. "Hey, are you ready yet? The banquet is about to start," Alten asked as he stepped inside, dressed in his own suit. It was similar to Lyrian's, except the inner shirt was white, and his bowtie and shoelaces were blue. Along with that, the actual suit itself was navy blue.
Alten looked at Lyrian and was slightly taken aback. "God dang, dude... good genetics," he quipped, impressed at how dashing the young man in front of him looked. "I wish my parents were as dazzling... I would have looked much better otherwise!" He complained about his problem as the two made it outside. Beside the door waiting for them was Leon, who wore a slightly different attire. It was a hakama kimono that was blue on top and light gray on the bottom. Similar to Lyrian, he still had his sword sheathed to his waist.
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