Chapter 23: Seclusion

Not long after that, Fell kept repeating his attempt at absorbing and branding his first sliver of energy. But his efforts left his gritting his teeth, every time he finished absorbing and condensing Heaven and Earth energy, it would disappear as soon as he sent it in his inner universe.

"This shouldn't be happening, something is wrong with my inner universe…" he thought, before spreading his will inside his body, a clear image of his inside appeared in his mind.

This was an application of Will Energy that he discovered throughout his usage of the Hyper Perceptive state. Checking his body's condition, he didn't notice any visible problem.

He sent his senses near his navel, looking for the place where his inner universe should be. He located it soon, situated between his diaphragm and lower abdominal, his inner universe appeared in his mind.

What he saw left him baffled, he swallowed in nervousness while trying to calm his nervousness.

"What is that!" he asked himself, frightened by the image in front of him.

Floating in the middle of his energy reserve was a golden egg, hovering around the golden egg where the slivers of purified energy he absorbed.

"A freaking parasite!" a shiver ran through his body, memories of his past surfaced in his mind.

During his childhood in the Baby Cemeteries, he remembered a child that died due to an intestinal parasite. His body condition left Fell traumatized, the intestinal worm ate most of the young man resources, leading his organs to fail.

"Calm down, calm down, I can solve this!" He swiftly sent a stream of will intending to destroy the intruder entirely. His will crashed on the golden egg, passing through him like any other part of his body.

"My will is ineffective against it…" he pondered on his problem. His brain activity spiked, his neurons pushing themselves to their very limits as he worked towards finding a possible solution.

He soon came to two conclusions. Either his will wasn't powerful enough to wipe the parasite living in his inner universe. Or the parasite was already part of himself, thus making it impossible for Fell to clean it with his own will.

Not finding any solution to fix his problem, he decided to leave the matter for the future.

"I'll stop feeding it for now. I don't know if it's a fortune in disguise or a disaster ready to explode at any moment. Being safe is the best way, I'll find another solution when I get stronger." He organized his future plan, decided not to feed his own energy to the weird egg.

Having calmed down, he went back to absorbing Heaven and Earth energy. Except for this time, when he finished cycling the energy, he used the purified energy strand as nourishment for his own body.

He felt his body's strength progress a little bit by a sliver, his flesh was being tempered and baptized by the Heaven and Earth energy.

He gradually lost track of time, fully focused on refining his body. He could feel that his compressive and tensile strength were progressing at a slow but secure pace.

He was already in the Mid-Level Body Molding stage before his fight with DarkSun, making his body already far superior to a mortal physique. After being tempered by Vicious Zhang, he could feel his body was progressing at an alarming pace.

Under his constant absorption, his speed of energy refinement bolstered, making him gradually capable of refining two slivers of energy at the same time.

He was intoxicated by the feeling of being baptized by Heaven and Earth energy, streams of energy made their way to his body, before being refined and absorbed, making his Body Cultivation progress at a decent pace.

His fast progress made him even more serious in his training, every energy cycled and purified rewarded him with advancement in his Body's cultivation.

Fell's newfound strength didn't diminish his craving for power and strength. On the contrary, his results only made him train more; an endless cycle began for the young man.

He spent all his time training; he only stopped when Sifiso came to his room. Fell quickly told him that he was recovering and went back to his practice, intoxicated and addicted by his growth pace.

Under his constant energy absorption, He could feel that his breakthrough to the Top-Level Physique Molding was gradually approaching. His will was also being tempered and refined by the training, constantly applying his will on the energy surrounding him also served as cultivation.

His fast progress made him spend the rest of the week in seclusion, under the constant supply of energy, eating wasn't a necessity. He only stopped when it was to drink small sips of water every few hours, keeping his body hydrated during his training.

Falling in an obsession for training, his mind entirely focused on his pursuit of strength. He broke through by the end of the week, stepping in the Top-Level Physique Molding stage.

His breakthrough caused quite a scene in Gladiator's Heaven, leaving a deep impression to whoever was present in the barracks.

His body turned into a black hole, large streams of energy were rushing in his body as he activated his hyper-perceptive state, forming a dome around him. Under the constant nourishment and tempering from Heaven and Earth energy, he swiftly advanced in Body Cultivation. Firmly stepping in the Top-Level Physique Molding stage.

His bodily strength was ridiculous. If he faced Arto again, he could cripple him with a random slap, ending the fight with no difficulty.

His Soul cultivation also made spectacular progress during his seclusion. Continually having to control the energy surrounding him was a form of cultivation, constantly refining and tempering his will.

He could now precisely and accurately spread his will through his body, making him control his physical condition with no problems.

His spectacular body was a force to be reckoned; adding to the equation his defying will made him a horrible opponent for cultivators in the first realm. But, he wasn't done yet, after his fight with DarkSun, Fell still didn't get to practice his swordsmanship.

During this week of hellish absorption, his lust for swordsmanship was only controlled with his rigorous, zealous discipline.