Chapter 8: Path of Cultivation

"I'm gonna sleep again, for now, to hide again, remember my instructions, goodbye, let us see each other again!" the Evil Dragon said awkwardly and the furnace where it was attached, vanished as if nothing was actually there in the first place.

I sighed, processing this ridiculous meeting when the Evil Dragon's voice appeared in my head.

"Also don't call my master blasphemous nicknames such as Twat again, or I'll be forced to kill you!"

The Evil Dragon's heinous reminder spooked me to no end, I ended up having snot in my miniature worm nose orifice, BUT I DID NOT CRY, GOT IT?

I split my mental sources into ten orbs of spiritual power, using one of them to repair the Spiritual Body of the boy I accidentally attacked.

The boy's soul was reconstructed easily, I even used a bit of my innate Spiritual Flame to renovate this boy's soul quality, tsk, this boy's quite lucky like how I found those cold essences that helped me to ascend in the domain of Gods!

The injury I gave him opened a path for my Innate Spiritual Flame to slip in. As a God, my Innate Spiritual Flame has now transformed into an Eternity Flame, the power responsible for one's soul became unending after they elevated to the level of divines.

This minuscule flame evolved this boy's soul for the better, he now had one of the secure foundations to the path of a God, I'm quite excited about the result where this reckless idea of mine will arrive.

As long as this boy's soul was not completely destroyed, it could regenerate itself quickly with the tons of my mental sources, and after becoming a God, he will have a smoother path as his Soul was already a Pseudo-Divine Soul in quality!

A blessing in disguise is a phrase that perfectly describes the current events.

Controlling a wisp of mental source, I constructed a land of paradise in the middle of the boy's sea of consciousness for the return of the Great Evil Dragon, and my soon-to-be leisure life.

This boy's gonna wake up, I better prepare myself.

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<Zhangkong's POV>

Intense pain covered my whole head, from what I can remember…I was in a strange dream with a colorful worm, I perceived it as a sleep paralysis-like dream that contained nothing but false impressions made by my own mind, but this head-splitting agony was proof of its truth.

"I'd be sure to fricking bash that worm if I have a chance…FU—ARRGGGHHH!" this headache is destroying me!

My screams were heard all over our house, my sister was awakened from the noise I was making, and I could also see my parents running towards me, looking pale and anxious.

"Son!"

"Kong'er!"

I fainted from the excruciating pain.

< Sea of Consciousness >

"Hello, human, we've met again!" A worm appeared bathing in artificial light appeared.

"I AM GONNA FRICKING DESTROY YOU LIKE WHAT YOU DID WITH MY HEAD!"

If I have a metal chair like in the WWE, i'll delightly use it for this dastardly worm.

"Woah, calm down, can you let me explain? You are such an impatient one, so hotheaded!" the worm looked at me as if the blood flowing from the pores of my skin wasn't a bit of importance to even mention.

I've always been a calm person as swordsmiths like myself needed complete control of our selfs to perceive our work more clearly, but this disaster that just happened is something worthy for me to be angered.

I remembered that specific feeling of being torn to shreds, that suffering wasn't any type of physical pain as I immediately blacked out from its burden, I...I was half-dead!

And the centerpoint of this situation was this worm! How could I not show any indigination after I was attempted to be murdered? And the suspect was in front of me!

"You wanted me to calm down, eh? LET ME KILL YOU JUST ONCE, THEN WE WILL TALK!"

"Please forgive me from my earlier offense, I'd be sure to pay you back for that, I promise!" the worm tried to look pitiful, instead of sympathy, I envisioned a situation where I was beating up the worm with flying armbar, but the worm have no arms, FRICK, JUST FORGET ABOUT IT!

"Then please do allow me to explain, here we go!"

The worm said that he accidentally allowed a suppressive aura that became the cause of my spiritual breakdown, he also said that he repaired it himself and even improved it, that I have a Pseudo-Divine Soul, it means that I am one step on the endline of Godhood!

"Is that even true?" I doubted that such fortuitous ridiculousness will actually happen to me.

"It is up to you, believing it or not, that's your own problem" the worm apathetically replied.

Well, if it was the truth, and how that worm gave me evidences, I could only hide my suspicions.

Satisfied with how he handled the things, I already calmed down but I still requested help from him to disperse the pain I felt just right now to which he quickly agreed.

"That's real easy, for a Million-Year Soul Beast like me--" I interrupted the worm heavily.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"Tsk!" the worm quietly complained.

The pain that can be felt even if I fainted disappeared, the worm wanted to continue talking with me but knowing that my parents are probably worried about me, especially his mother, I am sure that our house was going to be loud.

"You are right, go wake up now, I have all the time to wait for you" the worm, Skydream as he said that it was his name, triggered my awakening from being unconscious by using some special means.

Skydream's eyes shimmered with radiance.

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I opened my eyes, finding my body feel feverish, ah yes, my soul may have been enhanced by Skydream, but my body is not of the same quality as my soul, it was quite healthy but not to the point I can lift kilograms of weight.

From what can I remember from my dreams, Skydream said that my Martial Soul is my very own eyes, but my eyes isn't a Tool or Beast Martial Soul, was it a variation from the two, or a completely different type?

Anyways, I accepted that I wasn't able to cultivate previously and stick with being a Swordsmith like what I've did in the past to live a life of leisure and luxury with my family, but with a chance like this, the fire of enthusiasm I forcefully buried in my heart was rekindled from this opportunity.