Chapter 167: Chapter 118: Creation-level Shadow Flame Activation, Top Dominator Ashore, Had Enough Yet? (4K)

Composed of Dark Shadows, the 'Shadow Cat' with four feet stepping on the Dark Flame, opened its mouth to reveal its pitch-black Tiger Teeth, as if it had 'meowed', but no sound came out.

It stared with its hollow white eyes, lightly leapt onto the bed, came to the side of the lying Xue Jing, and rubbed its head against Xue Jing's chin, just like an ordinary cat that cherishes its owner.

Xue Jing scratched the chin of the Shadow Cat and surprisingly found that his fingers actually touched a solid entity.

Now that's interesting.

Though the nature of Shadow Flame is different from ordinary flames, on the surface, it appeared as a 'plasma' similar to flame.

It was neither energy nor matter, but a state in between the two, belonging to the 'semi-entity' category, which felt akin to touching air.

But now, after leveling up to Lv4, the Shadow Beasts formed by activating Shadow Flame indeed possessed a tangible entity.

"In that case..."

On a thought from Xue Jing, the Shadow Cat instantly collapsed and transformed back into a cluster of Dark Flame.

He let the Dark Flame hover in the air, gently pulsating.

Next, he gently lifted Miao Miao from his chest and placed it on the bed, then got up from the bed himself and stood on the ground.

The Dark Flame in the air began to morph, reshaping into a black cloak according to Xue Jing's thoughts.

"Whoosh—"

Xue Jing grabbed the tangible Dark Shadow Cloak and draped it over himself.

"...Interesting,"

Xue Jing said, intrigued.

"Transform into a cat, and it feels just like the soft fur of a cat to touch, turn into a cloak, and it has the physical properties like actual clothing..."

With another thought, black streams flowed from the shadows cast by numerous lights in the room towards his palm.

Eventually, they formed a magnificent pitch-black Western-style two-handed great sword.

Xue Jing caught the Dark Shadow Greatsword in his hand, feeling a slight heaviness in his palm.

"...Does it even manifest weight?"

He was astounded.

"This is already... venturing into the realm of creation!"

Xue Jing picked up a white porcelain teacup from the wooden table and tossed it into the air.

Then, wielding the Dark Shadow Greatsword, he swung it horizontally and vertically, executing a cross-shaped slash.

The teacup in the air split into four equal parts, which Xue Jing quickly caught with one hand and placed back on the table.

The cuts on the teacup fragments were very smooth, indicating the significant sharpness of the Dark Shadow Greatsword.

"Outrageous, this skill is infringing on the domain of gods... Being able to create out of mere shadows is almost like conjuring things from thin air."

Xue Jing walked to a corner, picked up the Crouching Rabbit Sword, and with a clang, he drew it from its sheath.

"Let's test the strength..."

He leaned the Dark Shadow Greatsword against the wall.

Then, he raised the Crouching Rabbit Sword, summoned his Power, and struck down on the blade of the greatsword.

"Clang—"

The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and the Dark Shadow Greatsword was instantly split into two, then disintegrated into two clusters of Dark Flame.

Feeling the resistance when he struck the greatsword, Xue Jing nodded.

"The strength isn't very high... probably about the same as steel of the same volume, which is a bit of a pity... However, as the Shadow Flame level continues to rise, the strength of the 'Shadow Creations' should also correspondingly increase."

A thought suddenly struck Xue Jing.

"Wait, if this greatsword can achieve physical properties close to steel, could it also delve into the chemical realm? Like making a bomb or something?" Searᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Xue Jing's heart raced.

If that were possible, then that would be incredibly impressive!

Making a nuclear bomb with his hands wouldn't be far off.

He pondered for a moment and gathered all the Dark Flame into his hands.

As he imagined, the Dark Flame began to morph, transforming strand by strand into a pitch-black liquid that coalesced into a large black water droplet in the air.

Xue Jing reached out to scoop the water droplet, and it felt just like real water, even sticking to his hand.

He brought his liquid-covered hand close to his nose and sniffed... there was no smell.

"...Not working?"

Xue Jing frowned.

He wasn't trying to activate the Shadow Flame into water, but was imagining it as ethanol... that is, alcohol.

He even imagined the molecular model that makes up alcohol completely.

However, the resulting pitch-black liquid did not emit the pungent smell of alcohol.

Undeterred, Xue Jing searched through the bedside table, pulled out a lighter, ignited it, and shook it back and forth over the black liquid.

As a result, not only was there no reaction, but even the fire from the lighter didn't extinguish when it touched the liquid.

"...Not even water then."

Xue Jing said helplessly.

"It lacks any chemical properties..."

"Or rather, although Shadow Flame activation seems capable of transforming into many things, its physical property remains the same from beginning to end, and this 'Shadow Flame substance' can only physically collide with reality without being able to partake in chemical interactions..."

Xue Jing stroked his chin, deep in thought.

As a cat, it has the touch of fur, as a cloak, it has the softness of clothing, as a sword, it has the hardness and sharpness of steel.

But these are just superficial changes, as the Shadow Flame has always been the same thing.

"Can't really do any fancy tricks... Well, it's still pretty impressive."

Although somewhat disappointed, Xue Jing also understood that being able to condense into a physical form was already quite remarkable.

The pitch-black liquid formed into a hand of shadow in the air, floated forward, and opened a refrigerator several meters away, retrieving a can of chilled Coke, which floated back to Xue Jing.

He took the Coke, and a thin tendril extended from the back of the shadow hand to hook onto the can's pull-tab, making a popping sound as it opened, releasing the gas.