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

Chapter 239 Goes Further

In addition to the changes in himself, Lorne could also feel that his "understanding" of the surrounding environment had deepened.

It's not about hearing, smell, or touch, but rather the ability to more instinctively discern the energy properties contained in sounds and breaths, and even the sense of danger.

The thin trails of negative energy flowing in the air seemed to become clearer than before.

"How do you feel?" Estelle's voice came. She was still standing at the edge of the barrier, her voice low and her hand pointing to the ground, but her gaze had already fallen back on Lorne, with a hint of scrutiny that was hard to detect.

Clearly, the spiritual sublimation has taken effect, the painful process has ended, and spirituality should have been greatly enhanced.

Lorne plopped down on the ground, took a deep breath of the cold air inside the barrier, and felt refreshed all over.

He slightly moved his fingers, feeling the smooth flow of his mental energy and the crystal-clear swiftness of his thoughts.

"Very good." His voice was a little hoarse, but unusually steady. "Your perception is much clearer, and your control over your mental energy... is more precise. Is this what spiritual advancement is like?"

Even a small portion of it has resulted in such a huge improvement. If... Lorne looked at the crystal bottle in Estelle's hand, which still contained most of the solidified white liquid.

Estelle understood Lorne's meaning perfectly well, and her expression became somewhat dazed.

"One-third is already the limit that a normal wizard can bear. Going any higher will put immense pressure on the mind. Sometimes, being too spiritual is not a good thing."

"Your perception of the world will become more subtle, and the pain you bear will only become greater. You will understand this when you become a formal wizard and your spiritual power is purified for the first time."

"I'm fine." Lorne forced himself to stand up. "Let's continue."

Estelle was slightly taken aback, as if she saw a flame burning in the eyes of this handsome young man.

"Alright." Estelle took two steps closer and handed him the crystal bottle. "Generally speaking, a third of the dose is enough to reshape the soul, tear apart the old spirit, and create a basic structure for you that can support a higher spirituality."

"It allows you to see the finer details of the world, but the depth and breadth of that vision, as well as the ability to maintain that clarity of perception, depends on your own spiritual foundation."

Her gaze fell on the bottle: "The remaining two-thirds will have a more powerful effect and a more intense impact, which can help to solidify the medicine."

"To completely elevate your spiritual foundation to the limit that your current level can bear, if nothing unexpected happens, the process... will be several times more painful and riskier than before."

"If your spiritual sea can't withstand it, it might collapse, and your spirituality might be damaged. Are you sure you want to absorb it all now?"

Lorne did not answer immediately. He carefully experienced his current state, his mental core was stable, and he could perceive more aspects.

The vague sense of threat emanating from the City of Hope from the outside world became more concrete and pressing under the enhanced spiritual perception.

Although the pain from the one-third loss far exceeds what I've experienced before, it's still within my tolerance range, and I can keep going.

It should be noted that Lorne's soul resilience is quite high, perhaps due to the existence of the original owner, coupled with his status as a martial artist.

"Continue," Lorne said without hesitation.

Estelle gazed at him for a moment, her pale blue eyes remaining completely calm, as if she had already anticipated his choice.

She simply nodded slightly: "Okay, you must keep your mind clear. This time, I will not filter the flow of external information. You need to adapt to and control this overly sensitive perception yourself. This is an essential step in mastering and enhancing your spirituality."

"The effects of this medicine will kick in even faster this time, so be prepared." She handed the crystal bottle to Lorne.

Lorne took the crystal bottle; it was icy cold to the touch. Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank the remaining whitish liquid in one gulp.

"boom!"

It looked like a volcanic eruption!

The torrent of medicinal power, several times more violent and potent than before, transformed from fine ice needles into a roaring glacial blast, instantly engulfing the limbs and bones, and then crashing into the newly formed, still empty sea of ​​consciousness with unstoppable force.

"Ugh!"

Lorne let out a low growl, his body tensing up like a bow, and he leaned back uncontrollably, but was held back by his strong willpower, preventing him from falling completely.

He gripped the ground tightly with both hands, his nails sinking into the cold, hard soil, and the silver veins beneath his skin shone brightly, as if a cold current was flowing through them.

It has transcended the realm of mere suffering.

That was the terrifying experience of having one's soul thrown into a forging furnace of absolute zero, repeatedly hammered, stretched, and reshaped by a giant hammer.

The newly formed ice crystal structure cracked under the impact of the more violent cold wave, and tiny cracks appeared on the surface. However, under the subsequent surge of purer medicinal power, it was quickly repaired, thickened, and became more complex and dense.

The boundaries of the spiritual sea are expanding, being forcibly extended.

The once clear landscape of the ice crystal mountains became blurred, filled with an energy storm interwoven with silver and deep blue.

The silvery light cluster at its core trembled violently and spun wildly, greedily devouring the surrounding cold medicinal power like a vortex. It expanded and solidified at a visible speed, its light growing brighter and colder.

At the same time, the barrier's filtering effect on external information seemed to disappear instantly.

No, it was Estelle who withdrew her support.

Countless pieces of information, like a torrent bursting its banks, violently rushed into Lorne's consciousness: the rotting patterns on withered leaves, the trembling of tiny insects struggling in the soil, a twisted skeletal creature sinking into the mud dozens of meters away, and the faint energy fluctuations mixed with countless deathly resentments emanating from the depths of the ruins further away.

There are also wind direction, humidity changes, and the extremely faint flow trajectories of negative energy particles in space...

Everything was magnified a hundredfold or a thousandfold, presented with unparalleled clarity to his perception.

The pain of information overload was no less than the agony of soul reconstruction. His brain felt like it was about to burst from the sheer volume of disordered details, and his consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse amidst sharp pain and chaotic buzzing.

"Control it! Guide it!" Estelle's icy voice was like a blade cleaving through chaos. "Distinguish between useful information and distractions! Build perception, anchored to your core will!"

Lorne's almost collapsing will suddenly gathered its last strength at this command.

He no longer tried to block or resist the massive flow of information, as that would only exacerbate the pain.

Only by enduring the dual torment of the soul and senses, and immersing one's entire mind in the wildly spinning silver spiritual core to stabilize it, can one calm the spirit amidst this storm.