The Universe Is Innately Just 199 Clock Ticking Part One

Fell didn't move at all during the next minutes. His face was expressionless, and his absent gaze showed that his mind was focused on the explanation of the tiny sword.

The artifact didn't have a name and was a flying sword type of artifact. In fact, it was very similar to the virtual immortal's sword, expect that Fell's sword was focused on a sneak attack. With its abnormally small size, it clearly specialized in ending an opponent's life without his notice.

After a few minutes pa.s.sed, he finished digesting the information related to the tiny sword; And began executing the steps to gain full control of the artifact.

To gain complete control of the sword, he needed to shelter the sword in his own body; in his dantian, to be even more precise.

He would, then, need to groom the sword in his energy core, sharing with it any kind of energy he cultivated. He decided to use his Heaven and Earth energy as it was the most advanced and would give him control over the sword the fastest way. As soon as he decided, he began executing the steps recorded in the tiny sword; first, he needed to bath the sword in his blood essence, then from there, the sword would gain the capacity of traveling inside of his body.

He fell in deep thought for a few seconds. And began searching for a way to gather his own blood essence, as blood essence was a type of more concentrated blood that usually rested in a place close to the human heart. Fell didn't know if that fact was a generality or if humans were the only species with that case.

He closed his eyes and sent his senses focused on his own body. After scanning the area near his heart with his will, he soon found what he had been looking for. He directed the concentrated his will around those specific drops of bloods and began moving the blood essence through his veins.

After a minute of tedious focus, he managed to, neatly, complete the work in one go. His face was pale, and droplets of sweats began streaking down his face. His lips trembled, and an excruciating migraine hit his mind, but he couldn't stop as he was nearly done with this step. His hand moved toward his chest, and with one swift movement, he slapped his chest dozens of times in an instant.

His blood boiled, and coursed in his vein and heat appeared in the place he had stroked. His mouth opened, and he coughed twice; the first cough was dry, one that resembled a gag, but the second cough was accompanied with a mouthful of blood. The blood didn't seem any different from what coursed through his veins, but any cultivator could feel the concentration of blood essence in it.

He smeared the blood on the tiny sword, and with a few swipes of his fingers, the little blade of the sword turned red. The inscription written in it lit up in a crimson red light; flashed twice, illuminating Fell's dim lighted room in a gorgeous red hue.

After the second flash died down, Fell wasn't surprised to notice that the sword that was in his hand could no longer be seen. One would imagine that it had disappeared, but Fell knew that the sword had only drastically reduced its size, and had turned into quasi-invisible to the naked eye. Even with his cultivated physique, he couldn't help but only sense the sword due to his blood essence, his eyes only caught a minute glint in the middle on his palm.

"What an incredible artifact…", he thought before opening his lips. "I wonder what the method used to construct such artifact was…", he added in his thought as he began inhaling. Wisps of air rushed through his mouth and down his throat. Within them was the micro-sized sword, it swiftly flew through his lungs. And from there began traveling in his body.

Thankfully, his blood essence smeared on the weapon helped him direct it. Or else it would have been a nightmare as the sword was genuinely microscopic. After two minutes of hard and long focused work, he managed to direct the sword from his lungs to a meridian pathway that wasn't far away. Fell couldn't help but think that the fact that he had a complete opened set of meridians heavily facilitated the arduous step.

From the meridian where the sword was, a wave of liquid energy washed the pathway and began cycling and refining the sword through his meridian. Before leaving the sword in his dantian, he needed, first, to prepare the sword and get it accustomed to his energy. This step was earlier than the other one, and Fell only needed to cycle the sword through his meridian for a few revolutions. Although the action didn't take much energy for Fell to accomplish, it still took him a decent amount of time, and only after half an hour pa.s.sed did he finish.

His internal sight was locked on the tiny sword that had turned into one of the many sparks of electricity. Fell directed the waves of heaven and earth energy toward the final step of the artifact refining. The sword was directed toward his navel, right where his dantian laid.

The tiny sword regained its size the moment it entered the s.p.a.ce where Fell's energy core laid. And without needing the do anything, the sword went in the middle of his dantian, close to where the sea of clouds resided.

A hostile growl resounded from the sea of clouds. And Little Gold's tiny head broke through a milky white cloud, the little beast couldn't help but look at the object with a strange gaze, and only when he saw that the saw wasn't nearing his position anymore did he stop growling.

"Calm down, Little Gold. There is a new resident here, treat him well, and don't bully him.", joked Fell before sighing a lengthy exhale. He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and got up from his bed.