Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Chapter 238 Spiritual Growth

Estelle poured out only a third of her spiritual essence, mainly because she was worried that Lorne would not be able to withstand the reshaping of his soul.

Spirituality is an innate talent, the perception of external objects, the sensitivity to energy particles, and the inexplicable feeling for the structure of magic.

It is difficult to explain why it is so difficult to enhance one's spirituality later in life; one must reshape the soul and add spirituality.

No wonder Estelle spent dozens of days searching for the ingredients and making such a potion...

The whole process was extremely painful.

The chill within the barrier coiled around Lorne's trembling body, and the pain spread rapidly.

Estelle looked at Lorne, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the barrier, through the barrier. The boy's body trembled violently, and he went from sitting cross-legged to kneeling on the ground.

It let out a low growl like a wild beast, the veins on its forehead and neck bulged, and the blood vessels under its skin seemed to be flowing with a cold, silvery light.

The medicinal power of the spiritual essence began to penetrate, like millions of extremely fine ice needles piercing into his spiritual sea, causing his spiritual world to shake violently.

After the initial excruciating pain subsided, a strange sensation emerged. Lorne's consciousness seemed to be gradually peeled away, drifting towards the sky above his mental sea.

A silent yet violent storm quickly swept in.

The appearance of the spiritual sea also changed from calm and undisturbed to a different appearance, becoming a slightly chaotic, blurred silver mist sea, and in the very center of that mist sea, countless fine ice crystals were rapidly condensing and growing.

They interlocked with each other, emitting a subtle yet clear "clicking" sound, like a lake being rapidly frozen in winter.

This reshaping process is not a gentle reinforcement, but a destructive reconstruction.

Each spread of ice crystals was accompanied by the collapse and lamentation of the old mental structure. The handsome young man knelt on the ground in pain, his face contorted in agony.

The original heroic spirit and elegance have been completely destroyed.

Lorne felt as if his consciousness was being split into countless fragments, stretched to its limit, torn apart, frozen, and then reassembled into a more intricate form.

Distractions, lingering emotions, and even some deeply buried memories were all forced out and frozen by this chilling power.

Two completely different memories, which had been completely merged together, were now forcibly separated under the influence of the Spirit Condensation Medicine.

On one hand are the original owner's memories, fragments of memories from living at Wall Manor; on the other hand are Lorne's own memories, together...

There are two stages.

One is the memory of being a martial artist in my previous life, and the other is my experience after transmigrating to this world.

The emotions deep in his memory were stripped away; they did not belong to Lorne who had transmigrated, but to the original owner of the body.

After his trip to Wall Manor, although Lorne had officially severed ties with the original owner of the body, those emotions did not disappear, but rather faded away.

At this moment, under the effect of spiritual sublimation, it was completely stripped away, then silently shattered on the outside, turning into scattered ice dust.

"Guide and shape it—" Estelle's voice came through layers of pain and visions, still cold and clear, "Maintaining your clear mind is the core of the entire transformation process..."

Lorne almost exhausted all his energy to keep his mind straight.

He no longer tried to resist the effects of the medicine, but instead gathered his remaining will and imagined himself transforming into an ancient, unyielding piece of ice, sinking into the center of the rapidly changing silver sea of ​​mist.

The pain remained, but gradually it transformed into a distant roar, like background noise.

His attention began to focus, gradually sinking into the depths of his mind, opening his inner vision, and observing the subtle details of the newly formed ice crystal structures.

He saw that within each newly formed ice crystal, extremely fine silver light flowed along some mysterious trajectory.

Like starlight.

The slowly rotating star core within his dantian, along with the cold, flowing star river of celestial energy, became even more subtle in Lorne's perception, as if they possessed some kind of melody.

The spiritual elevation brought about by spiritual sublimation seems to have more mysteries to it.

The sinking and faint hum emanating from the hilt of the Shadow Hunting Blade became exceptionally clear at this moment. The light-absorbing properties within the blade seemed to have a certain latent affinity with the cold and sharp newborn spiritual power that he was gathering.

His five senses began to extend and sharpen outward in an uncontrolled manner.

Outside the barrier, the faint sound of withered leaves rotting in the gray-black mist, the sticky, sluggish footsteps of twisted creatures stumbling through the mud in the distance, and even the almost imperceptible whispers of death carried on the wind from the depths of the ruins...

All this information, which would normally be blurred or obscured by the negative energy environment, is now amplified and forcibly floods into his perception.

The overwhelming flow of information was like cold steel needles, pricking his still-unstable mind.

Lorne's body convulsed, and tiny, silvery-gray water droplets began to seep from his skin. These droplets condensed into even finer frost particles upon contact with the already extremely low air temperature within the barrier, covering his eyelashes, hair, and clothing.

Is this a spiritual fluctuation?

A look of surprise crossed Estelle's face as she immediately noticed the excessive spiritual fluctuations emanating from the area.

With a flick of her finger, a point of deep blue ice light fell onto the ground in the center of the barrier, instantly unfolding into a more complex and restrained rune array.

This array did not strengthen the defense, but rather created a converging field, as if putting a very fine filter over Lorne's overextended senses.

The system buffers and filters out most of the chaotic and disorderly flow of information from the outside world, allowing only the most basic and necessary environmental feedback to pass through.

The intermittent amplification of perception resulting from a short-term spiritual enhancement is mainly due to the spiritual reshaping process.

It will return to normal after a period of time.

With Estelle's help, Lorne's disordered breathing gradually calmed down, the pressure on his body dropped sharply, and his consciousness was able to return to its inner state more focused.

At this moment, the silver mist in his inner vision had returned to its normal form and reverted to his spiritual sea.

I wonder if Estelle added any extraordinary materials with ice attributes to her spiritual essence?

As the chaos recedes, a clear, well-structured landscape, resembling countless miniature ice crystal mountains and veins of cold air, is forming in the central region.

Especially in the very center, a core that is exceptionally cohesive and constantly radiates a cold, silvery glow has already been stabilized.

Slight ripples appeared on the lake's surface, and the cold currents submerged beneath the water surged and swirled slowly, each rotation absorbing the remaining medicinal power.

Lorne could feel that his thinking speed, the clarity of his memory retrieval, and his ability to control his mental power were all improving at an extremely rapid pace.