The ultimate form of Nine Flames Firewheel.
This was the peak I had reached in my previous life.
Creating a tidal wave of flames or soaring through the air on heat currentsâsuch feats were achievable at this level.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
But there was a difference compared to my past life.
âThis is far better.â
Physically, in understanding, and in the sheer amount of energy I possessed, my current state was far more refined than in my past life.
Fwooshâ!
I began to tweak the Flame Jade condensed at my fingertips. The intricately compacted sphere shifted shape.
Rumble.
As it spun and compressed, the friction within the energy created vibrations. Without rushing, I adjusted it little by little, refining the flow.
Hsss.
In mere seconds, the energy transformed into the shape of a long spear.
Howeverâ
Crack! Crackle!
When I tried to stabilize and maintain its form, the energy began to falter, on the verge of bursting apart. I frowned slightly, disappointed, and overlaid it with my intent.
Only then did the energy calm, settling into a proper shape.
This was a modified version of the Flame Jade, the Flame Jade Spear.
I had first used it only a few days ago, and its completion now was far superior. While it still required my intent to stabilize and thus couldnât be called perfect, the fact that it was easier to cast indicated that my cultivation had advanced significantly.
In other wordsâ
âTo fully master the spear, Iâll need to achieve Perfection.â
The fact that the difficulty of my creation was so high spoke volumes.
âDamn it. Of all things, I had to make something like this.â
The image of the perfected spear in my fatherâs hand lingered in my mind.
The feeling of having been robbed of something was accompanied by a yearning.
The mere fact that such a thing could exist was, in a way, a source of hope.
âPerfection, huh.â
Fwoosh!
As I dispersed the spear, I let my thoughts wander.
It had been six years since my regression.
Now I was twenty, and my life had taken a somewhat different path from my previous one.