Sky Fall Legend Page 11

  This body transformation law system focuses on opening what was called the eight inner gates of power and then turning every gate into a Stargate by resonating with a constellation in the heavens.

  From the Wimpy Man Realm, all the way to the final stage the Cosmic Supremacy Realm, the body undergoes earth-shattering changes. Despite this, Jodye was nowhere near close to the level of Cosmic Supremacy, to the point that he couldn't even fathom such strength. Jupiter's memories unfortunately only go up to when the young Titan broke through the sixth stage. What the view was like beyond that, Jodye would have to discover for himself.

  The first stage of the Titanic Rage Law was all about body refinement. To enter the first stage one first had to refine their skin with astral might, making the body suitable to cultivate astral powers with. The Titan clan members didn't need to do this, as they had a natural affinity with Astral Might that was more powerful than the rest of their race.

  Jodye Trill, on the other hand, was a human. His body had a natural affinity with spiritual energy and pure essence, but not astral might. Because of this, Jodye could only start with refining his skin like the low talent individuals of the heaven slaughter race who existed outside of the leading clan.

  The moment the astral energy touched his skin, the one-year-old Jodye felt like he was on fire as he swallowed his painful wail before it could manifest. The pain was excruciating, he felt as if he was literally being burned alive at 350 degrees Celsius. Jodye's face was twisted and grim, as he focused on enduring the pain. His outer appearance quickly went from brown to purple, then deep red with steam rising out. If his mother were to notice this, she would surely be terrified!

  Anyone who knew what Jodye was doing would consider this baby suicidal.

  Jodye Trill's body looked swollen as if he was about to explode like a balloon with too much air. All this from a tiny amount of astral might! In spite of all this, however, little one-year-old Jodye sat steady like a 10,000-year-old rock. Although he had indeed been too anxious, vastly overestimating his weak little body, he wasn't too shaken. Back on the 21st century's earth, he had endured far worse pain than this during a particular mission's torture. He maintained his meditation posture, his face the epitome of stoicism.

  Jodye focused all his being on repeating the mantra of the first stage in the Titanic Rage Law,

  "The night is long and dark, though my heart is darker."

  "The river is endlessly dropping, unaware of stopping."

  "The light gives us life, and the dao creates the heart."

  "The Heaven's call to the sky, if they fall it was mercy's fault..."

  Two hours later, Jodye Trill looked like a lump of coal in the middle of the bed. Every bit of his skin was blackened and burnt, as he sat in the exact same position as if a painting, unaffected by the passage of time. He continued to wash and refine his skin with the astral might. After four more hours, Jodye Trill's spirit power was running out, and he started to feel faint. It seems as if he had overestimated himself, due to his excitement.

  Unfortunately, this was a process that could not be stopped once started, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. If Jodye were to end before making progress, there would be a backlash of astral force that would likely destroy his body. This equaled death, as he was just too weak currently. Jodye was still too young, and far too fragile. There was no way he would survive through a rebound.

  At that moment, Jodye felt like somewhere in his mind something cracked. He felt a weird fluctuation from what seemed like his soul itself, before a cooling sensation ran across every inch of his skin, leaving him exhausted. Jodye was familiar with this cooling sensation, as he had felt it many times in his past life. Anytime he received a fatal injury, but withstood the pain until this feeling came, he would suddenly begin to recover rapidly! Sometimes it was even visible to the naked eye!

  His body would also end up becoming a little tougher than before!

  Suddenly, as if it was in tune with his thoughts, the pain gradually resided. In its place came a warm but comfortable sensation. After another hour, his burnt skin started to fall off of him on its own. Underneath appeared smooth, shiny, and tender caramel chocolate skin was revealed. His skin looked angelic and soft. If one were to touch, however, they would discover it felt like resilient and supple, just like some rubber.

  Jodye Trill was slightly caught off guard. He instantly activated his Mind's Eye and cast his senses inward to check the condition of his body. Due to having low-level spiritual force, the keen ability of his Mind's Eye could not expand more than a few inches outside of the body. However, seeing the condition within was easy enough.

  Of course, what Jodye didn't know was that this, too, was abnormal.

  His first time using the mind's eye to inspect his body immediately left him in awe. The human body was indeed a marvel. It looked like a miniature galaxy. There were 12 light spheres throughout his body with many more tiny lights all around them, like 12 planets in a starry expanse. This was different from the heavenly slaughter race's body composition, but there were similarities. Titan's had only 10 of these spheres.

  After investigating for a while, Jodye slowly figured out what the main difference was. Different organs! Heavenly slaughterers had two hearts, and the only other common organ between their races was the stomach. He then observed his skin and found some remnant astral energy mingling with his own blood energy. It was almost as if...

  "It seems that after the astral quenching, some of the energy remains. In that case, I should continue to quench my skin. I feel incredible!" thought the baby boy Jodye Trill. Previously, he was worried about explaining his injuries. Now, he was shocked that he had recovered so swiftly and this seemed unreal, "It seems my previous life's ability has world-traveled with me? How strange...yet excellent."

  In the following three months Jodye would spend his days accompanied by his mother or his sister Kamila. Whenever his father joined them at dinner or visited his mother and himself, he would take every opportunity to spam his old man with questions relating to the outside world. After all, Jodye was never allowed to roam much further than his mother's courtyard, unless the creepy butler was the only one around.

  The House Lord took great pleasure in his son's thirst for knowledge, for this was the mark of a truly born sage! Thus, he continued to pour knowledge into the mind of his son. Eventually, Lord Trilleck begins to allow the first lady to bring the little boy on the estate's main grounds, so that he could be with his son more.

  Thus, Jodye Trill became acquainted and familiar with all the essential officials and delegates of the house. His daily schedule then shifted to accompanying his mother as she handled her affairs around the estate. At night, he would resume his practice. Whenever his mother expanded her spiritual sense to check on her son, and saw him deep in meditation, seemingly cultivating, she would be greatly shocked.

  Lady Isis didn't fear her son to be an imposter. She could see that he was under the impression that no one could see him and he was utterly defenseless. An imposter wouldn't behave this way, for this was ignorance. As the Frozen Night Master, how could lady Isis not be aware of her son's actions if she chose to be? Merely, when bringing this oddity up to Lord Osiris Trilleck, the latter laughed boisterously in praise of his son. Lady Isis felt helpless.

  "To think, the boy sees me meditating a few times, then he constantly asks about it in great detail. Now, he is meditating himself! You should...wow... you should not worry, my beautiful muse." Lord Osiris held lady Isis' chin while he spoke to her gently, making her blush and avert her gaze. From the opposite side of the desk, one would only be able to assume that lord Osiris was speaking into a serene sound mirror in his lap, "Yes, my wife, this is good for little Joe. What level of spiritual strength could the child possibly have? However, now that he is meditating so early perhaps that may change!"

  Lord Osiris Trilleck was back in his main study, reviewing the house's financial reports. Reclining in his chair h
is eyes occasionally seemed to drift into a daze, as he stared out of the window at Kamila and Joseph Trilleck who played in the courtyard below.

  "I am merely worried, my lord...mmm, he is just a small boy, and I fear he's developing a bit to fast," came Isis Trilleck's voice from under the desk. After a few breaths of pause, she continued, "You even gave him a stalk of Morning Spirit Grass! Are you trying to worry me?"

  "It is merely one stalk, and just my conservative explanation would not be enough to teach him the method of refinement. It is good that he shows such competence and interest in the martial way so early. This...ah. This child of ours is simply a true... a true genius, I say. He will be an incredible warrior Sage one day. The credit is, in fact, yours. It seems necessary to give you another child..." Lord Osiris gave lady Isis a lascivious smile, making her blush deeper.

  Meanwhile, Jodye Trill was oblivious to the private matters of his parents as well as being spied on. Later that night he sat in the lotus position in his bedroom, his mind buried in cultivation. Through his mind's eye, he was able to see different energy flows floating around his room lately. Anytime the energy went through his pores, Jodye would feel like he just got covered in a layer of ice. The child didn't hesitate to guide the silver-pink power into his skin, constantly tempering his flesh with it, along with the medicinal force coming from the stalk of Morning Spirit Grass his father gave him.

  Jodye Trill had noticed that by doing this the amount of astral might that fused with his flesh after each quenching nearly tripled! Such medicinal herbs were like gold, and Jodye would have probably smoked it if he was older. Jodye could tell his body was changing, slowly beginning a transformation. Due to his unique ability to withstand the torturous pain of tempering his flesh with pure energy, and somehow avoid death, he was becoming more abnormal by the day.

  Unbeknownst to anyone, this simple daily lifestyle would one day be responsible for the birth of a legend. Though Jodye Trill was acting impulsively due to his inexperience, his instincts were leading him down a road no human on this planet had traveled before.

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  Sky Fall Legend

  Chapter six

  White Demon Hidden in the clouds

  —— Saint Anubis City, Magus District - House Trilleck

  It was a bright and beautiful day at the House Trilleck estate grounds. The estate spanned across a 15-mile radius and was full of lush green scenery, luxurious looking palaces, governmental buildings, training facilities, courtyards of varying sizes, magical formations, and remarkable features in abundance. House Trilleck was situated in a fertile basin at the eastern end of a giant lake. This was Lake Nicaea and each of the four powers of the grand capital of the Saint Anubis Dynasty, Saint Anubis City, was situated at one of the cardinal points of the lake.

  This lake was the northernmost point of the city, and this massive area was known as the Magus District. Lake Nicaea was above a large origin energy vein and full of extremely dense spiritual energies of the earth. The lake sat across an area of 625 sq.miles and was 150 feet deep, making it a natural treasure for experts in pursuit of the Universal Dao.

  Floating 250 feet above the center of the lake was an enormous and magnificent white castle surrounding an ancient temple, that sat hidden inside of a giant nimbus cloud. There were two rows of towering Jackal God statues leading to the entrance. Powerful forces surrounded the temple inside a force field, like an opaque bubble. From a distance, this abnormal nimbus cloud looked like it contained a terrifying storm of energy. All who had dared to approach in the past had been ripped apart by the violent forces inside.

  Deep inside the spacious main hall of this temple, there were three black-cloaked figures whose facial features were shrouded in darkness. They sat kneeling in front of a council of elders wearing white robes that shined with a blinding golden light inside of the hood, making their appearances indiscernible.

  The elders took turns stepping onto a mystical platform made of purple light, where several beautiful women were bound and gagged. Some of these women wore dull expressions as if life and everything in it were meaningless. Others looked frantic and terrified as if they didn’t know how or when they had gotten there.

  Every time an elder stepped on the platform, they would look into the eyes of a few of the women, while a seductive pink glow could be seen under the hood. The women’s eyes would begin to glow the same color before their expressions became submissive and impassioned.

  Lustful.

  As these elders mercilessly violated these victims, lewd screams and moans bounced off the walls and filled the hall with this lust. Purple and black trails of energy were pulled from the body of a girl each time they climaxed. The looks on their faces were that of sick and twisted pleasure, which would make anyone watching highly uncomfortable.

  For six straight hours, those three figures in black had watched the elders seated above violating these captive young women repeatedly. They remained in kneeling position, for fear of upsetting these savage men. No one acknowledged them or spoke to them until after a hundred rounds of debauchery in which all of them participated. Of the three figures, not one of them felt any surprise or incredible feelings for what was occurring. The Western and Southern Wards were known as the Voodoo States for a good reason, after all.

  "I heard that during my seclusion, the Mistress of the Frozen Night has not only conceived but has had a child with that wretched mutt. A child that the heaven's themselves acknowledged after his birth? You tell me if he is not a celestial body then what on earth is he?

  "Do you know how priceless a child born of that incredibly tasty delicacy of a mage is? Do you have any idea how many years back you've set my plan? Do you think the Seamless Aether Physique will last forever?

  "Vera Barong! Do you know your wrongs?" A terrifyingly calm but sinister voice came from the robust middle-aged man sitting in the highest seat and thundered through the main hall. His head was bald with blue flood dragon tattoos on each side. His brown eyes had an eerie purple glow. While his white robes had golden-purple snake hieroglyphs, made up of runic markings, that moved around on their own. He was staring coldly at the kneeling figures in black.

  Feeling the terrifying gaze of that imposing man in the highest seat, the foremost cloaked individual's body actually trembled in fear. With a wave of the bald man's hand, the man's cloak was torn to shreds. A young man wearing purple clothes who looked to be 30 years old wore a dark face and kowtowed repeatedly.

  "Liege lord Basalt, I beg for your mercy! Please forgive us! We never imagined the boy lord of House Trilleck had already surpassed the Gold Mage Rank!" The young man named Vera Barong continued to kowtow repeatedly while explaining. At the mention of the word 'us' the two cloaked figures by his side unconsciously put some more distance between them and him.

  "We couldn't risk making a move out in the open, my liege, those were your orders! As a leader, I had to make a calculated decision. A level 3 Trickster should have been more than power
ful enough to wipe out half of their forces...much less the level 4 that we...ah..AH...AHHHHH!" Vera was unable to finish his words. He was grabbing at his chest, as his flesh squirmed and made strange movements like something that was living inside wanted to claw its way out.

  "Be silent, fool." Lord Basalt's hand slowly rose in the air while emitting a purple glow. Vera Barong let out a blood-curdling scream as his body contorted and his skin writhed, before a grotesque and giant centipede-like beast burst from his chest, bringing Vera Barong's organs out with it. The worm was three meters long and the width of a fist. Amid Vera Barong’s terrible screams, Basalt spoke coldly, "Do I need you, a dead wretch, to remind me of my esteemed words? Your ignorance will surely arouse that old monster's ire. I will slaughter your sons, and have my men mount your wives and daughters for the rest of the week. Afterward, they will lay in my private estate before they all become food for the vicious beasts I’ve reared. They seem to quite enjoy the flesh of freshly fucked women…”

  "No! My liege, mercy! Please, please spare my children and wives, I beg you! I swear to Anubi…ah! To the heavens! Even to the great Pharaoh Rah above the heavens that I have been nothing but, ACK.." Vera Barong struggled to kowtow again, but Lord Basalt wiggled his fingers, controlling the centipede to constrict around Vera Barong's mangled body.

  "Silence seems to sound rather different that thing you've been doing. You even dared to utter your false god's exalted name," Lord Basalt sneered, visibly upset at hearing the name ‘Anubis.’ He no longer wanted to play with this meal, "For this offense, your wives will be sold for their weight in magic fish gills."

  "MERCY, MY LORD, PLEASE!" Vera Barong's screams became increasingly frantic, as the centipede continued to eat him alive.

  "Oh fine, you scrub. I'll sell all, but the red-headed one. What's that bitch's name?" Basalt licked his lips as a greedy gleam flashed across his eyes.

  "It was Nessa, my lord. The men have grown fond of calling her the lock neck monster," this voice came from one of the white-robed elders sitting next to Basalt.