Chapter 140 Repairing His Foundation

When the next morning arrived, Leonardo left the inn by his lonesome and aimlessly went around Valdmor before arriving at the main building of Tesla's. This was their headquarters and the building where Ingrid would usually spend her off-work hours in a personal courtyard. Furthermore, this is also a checkpoint leading to Ingrid's underground cultivation chamber, Leonardo's current destination.

Middle-aged Rosamond greeted Leonardo by the entrance with a polite smile before leading him through the various halls in the building, ultimately escorting him down a long spiral staircase underground to a fairly massive, isolated cultivation room. Then, he handed Leonardo a spatial ring that remained in Ingrid's custody since last night.

"The Chairman hopes that this is enough essence energy crystals for you to spend for the next few months, gathering energy crystals in the middle realms is already difficult enough, let alone high-grade essence energy crystals."

"Many thanks," Leonardo responded with a flat smile. In front of these subordinates at least, he needed to show some gratitude and respect to Ingrid, although she was one of his future Six Twilight Servants.

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Inside the spacious cultivation chamber isolated from the outside world within folds of formations, Leonardo sighed softly and poured his spiritual energy into the spatial ring before releasing the entirety of its contents. Waves of medium to high-grade essence energy crystals immediately filled the room from floor to ceiling, with the exception of a small space where Leonardo sat down lotus-style.

According to the notes left behind by the black silhouette, Leonardo began to put together a general idea about the cultivation civilization. For example, the reason as to why the universal language in this region of the multiverse and the stellar worlds under the jurisdiction of the Interstellar Supreme Court is the divine tongue has to do with the fact that their cultivation scriptures are fragmented inheritances written in the divine tongue.

These inheritances stretch back to who knew how many years. They were fragmented, lost, found, and recycled who knew how many times across this long river of history?

Without a doubt, if someone powerful enough and had the time to take on this thankless task to track down the origins of these cultivation scriptures that could be considered the ancestors of the countless techniques nowadays, their origins would undoubtedly link to the God Throne. At the very least, a few scriptures lost from some branch families might have spread across the myriad planes.

This is why after the black silhouette revised the Fourth Dimension Immortal Scripture, keeping its fundamental principles while reengineering the technique to accommodate the Infernal Race's innate talents instead of the God Race's innate talents wasn't particularly difficult.

Leonardo closed his eyes and began to chant the familiar yet unfamiliar scripture that was no longer chanted in the divine tongue but the infernal tonnage, no longer an immortal-grade technique but something greater, something beyond his current comprehension.

He could only rank it as an inheritance grade.

A King's inheritance.

If he wanted to be punctual, he would label it as a throne-grade cultivation scripture.

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Inside Leonardo's body and sea of consciousness, these illusive chants that began to rumble between heaven and earth started circulating and resonating throughout his cells, one after the other, ultimately connecting with his soul pearl that began to correspondingly revolve while maintaining stationery, its surface already a splitting image of Leonardo's black cells.

Dull gray specks of light, boiling rivers of blood, streaking ink-black lightning, all chaotically yet inexplicably contained within a dense cloud of abyss-like darkness.

Leonardo knew that the uneven proportions of the manifestation of each martial intent respectively indicated at his unstable foundation, irregular distribution of energy, and an excessive concentration of law comprehension or the lack thereof from one intent to the next.

Because his level was still so low it was actually insignificant in the eyes of the silhouette, he could complement the gaps in Leonardo's understanding of law as long as these laws had yet to merge with his body.

The realm of Rebirth is a complicated realm where only those who comprehend martial intents on the level of a law could reach, but it also represented a founding principle, a building block in one's cultivation path that once achieved, it is impossible to mend, adjust, or even fix during instances of flaws.

However, the only thing the silhouette could help Leonardo with was to impart the wisdom of the law, and invest whatever energy it had into awakening the thunderforce intent to a point where it wouldn't bring Leonardo down a spiraling path towards irrecoverable damage.

As for the deficiency in energy distribution, this was something Leonardo had to find a solution for on his own, as well as the future expenditures to carry out his cultivation in a manner satisfactory to his four martial intents and their respective domains.

Leonardo knew that this wasn't a simple mathematical equation of fourfold the resources cultivators on his level required. However, on the flip side, the increase in his strength wouldn't be as simple as merely fourfold the power either. Hence, he could comfort himself with a bit of solace in this predicament.

As the chanting grew obscure and illusive, Leonardo's body began to heat up as his millions of cells, much like the soul pearl, began to spin like a revolving star, their speed so fast they began to contract and their surface displayed signs of cracking, each cell starting to generate an invisible gravitational-like force field that blocked them from merging, while this clash began to produce rapid friction, increasing the temperature of Leonardo's body.

As his pores opened up, a burst of pressure eclipsed the entire cultivation chamber, squandering the countless essence energy crystals into pure rivers of energy that crashed down on Leonardo's body.

His body was akin to a vortex that suddenly erupted within a deep ocean floor, his revolving cells and soul pearl sucking this energy like a whale swallowing an entire ocean.

A comfortable warmth enveloped Leonardo's body and mind as his millions of cells and soul pearl linked together into the image of a profound diagram, and once this cycle was completed, a muffled bang shook Leonardo's body and mind as the millions of cells and his soul pearl imploded simultaneously. However, the Infernal chants didn't stop, nor did the influx of energy, as his once solitary cells and the soul pearl that were already encased within an invisible force field split like the birth of a world following the destruction of a star.

Within the mist, a particularly sparkling pitch-black, solid sphere was crazily revolving while absorbing energy. Around this black sphere were three nebula-like clusters of three colors; white, red, and an electric black.

These nebula-like gaseous clusters gave Leonardo the sensation of the desolate, bloodthirsty, and thunderforce domains respectively. The conflict between the external pre-generated force field and the fledgling internal forces field that began to take form around the black sphere began to pressure the three nebula-like clusters, compressing them into dense spherical shapes that began to inadvertently orbit the solid sphere.

This didn't happen only with Leonardo's soul pearl, but this process simultaneously took place with each and every cell within his body.

As more energy flowed through his pores, these spherical clusters that were of varying sizes, irregular velocities, and imbalanced rotation speeds in their respective orbits began to mysteriously synchronize, discharge, convert, and transfer energy to their neighbors until they began an identical trinity orbiting the proportionally larger sphere.

This marvelous phenomenon happened under Leonardo's careful scrutiny, leaving him gasping for breath in awe, but also shocked to realize that he didn't only squander every bit of his cultivation resources, but his cultivation base had actually dropped from level 61 to level 51, displaying just how gravely damaged was his foundation and the irresponsible distribution of energy between his four martial domains...