Chapter 589: An Art That Can't Be Practiced!!!?

Chapter 589: An Art That Can't Be Practiced!!!?

Chapter 589: An Art That Can’t Be Practiced!!!?

“Huuuuuu.” With a loud exhale, Zeras’ eyes gleamed in focus, clearing away every thought in his head, and in the next instant, he got on both knees, hands stretched forward toward the sky adorned with the light of a thousand stars.

Upon getting into the appropriate stance, he focused half of his consciousness on his spine while focusing the other deeply into the stars in the night sky.

Once he had a clear vision of them both, his lips parted, and he began chanting the sutra:

“Desolate Stars To The Night Sky. Hegemony In Quietness and Purity. From Ordinary To Beyond. From The Confines Of Mortality To Acceptance Of Desolateness...”

“Desolate Stars To The Night Sky. Hegemony In Quietness and Purity. From Ordinary To Beyond. From The Confines Of Mortality To Acceptance Of Desolateness...”

“Desolate Stars To The Night Sky. Hegemony In Quietness and Purity. From Ordinary To Beyond. From The Confines Of Mortality To Acceptance Of Desolateness...”

“Desolate Stars To The Night Sky. Hegemony In Quietness and Purity. From Ordinary To Beyond. From The Confines Of Mortality To Acceptance Of Desolateness...”

Deep through the night sky, a figure could be seen on the highest mountain to be found in this part of the Outer Sect Court. He kneeled on both legs, his two hands stretched upwards, and his head bowed down, and repeatedly he chanted the words, seemingly like a deranged servant, begging its master to keep its life.

But after close to three hours of relentlessly chanting, one would notice a strange scene of all the stars in the night sky starting to shift away from their place, and all began congregating around the young man, as their lights began concentrating on his figure.

It came suddenly, but surely. Slowly, Zeras could feel the brightness around him, but he dared not raise his head to the sky, or the ritual would be broken.

So he remained on his knees, chanting endlessly, and soon, he began to feel a piercing pain, like a thousand blades being stabbed into his body.

Without needing to raise his head, he knew well what could have been the source. It was none other than the stinging pain of the rays of starlight concentrating themselves on him.

And officially, the beginning cultivation started, as Zeras began noticing silver particles in his bloodstream, remnants of the light that stabbed onto his body.

Nothing was spared...

BLOOD, TISSUES, FLESH, SKIN, ORGANS, BONE! EVERYTHING burned.

Everything was set ablaze by the stinging rays of light, as Zeras laid there on all fours, teeth grinding against each other as he was reduced from a handsome-looking human body to a literal emaciated bony corpse with not the slightest bit of blood at all in his body and his rags and tissues shrinking and shrinking.

The only thing that was in an opposite state was his spine which let out an incredibly silvery light forming a mini bright torch of silver, and with Zeras’ entire back burned off, his spine could now directly meet with the starlight, and it was like a greedy sponge absorbing everything in without any sort of limits...

Only now did Zeras realize something about the art.

“This can’t be practiced!!!”

Yes. It was an art from a different universe, possessing different laws of cultivation. Different races, different constitution, different body!

What makes him think he could just pick up an art from an absolutely different universe and hope to practice it!?

“Screw You!!!” Zeras roared out in anger as the rays of light furiously burned his body, wanting to reduce it to ashes. Even the natural laws of the Takamahagara universe reject the existence of an alien art.

“Forbidden or not. Acceptable or not! Only I get to decide!!!” Zeras roared out in mad anger, and in the next instant, his body figure stood upright, spreading both arms apart to envelope the stinging rays of light that quickly burned off the remaining piece of flesh surrounding his body.

Then he was reduced to nothing but a skeleton with a shiny spine, and small dried droplets on his bones, and a small egg-sized object that was barely pumping as he opened his face wide to the stinging rays of light and spread his hands apart.

“I am a conglomeration of thousands of stars laying dormant deep within my soul! This puny amount of astral energy can never be enough for me to devour, much less reduce me to ashes.

“Conglomeration of My Soul Stars!!! OPEN!!!”