Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 895

Chapter 895: SS-Elite Peak Stage (Essence Breakthrough) Chapter 895: SS-Elite Peak Stage (Essence Breakthrough) From MC’s Perspective: With a heavy sigh, I turned my back on the dense, ominous forest that had been the battleground for the past hour.

The crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of decay and iron, a stark reminder of the carnage I had just witnessed.

The trek back to the HQ was a silent affair, my mind replaying the brutal encounter.

Eighteen minutes later, I stepped back into the familiar confines of the HQ building.

The warmth that greeted me was a stark contrast to the chilling atmosphere of the forest.

I approached the mission counter, my hands trembling slightly as I handed over the mission document.

The staff, their faces etched with the usual blend of boredom and curiosity, efficiently collected the monster cores from my bag, their eyes scanning the items with practiced indifference.

With a final stamp of approval, the mission was officially completed.

I retreated to my room, the weight of the day finally catching up with me.

Today’s experience has been a stark reminder of the brutal reality of this world.

Relying on the Destruction Bead was a risky gamble.

I needed to devise a more sustainable strategy.

A hot bath seemed like the perfect antidote to the grime and exhaustion.

Twenty minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft, fluffy robe.

The world outside the bathroom door seemed distant and muffled.

With a final shake of my head to clear my thoughts, I slipped into bed, the soft mattress enveloping me like a comforting embrace.

The following morning, a sense of anticipation stirred within me as I awoke.

A premonition of a breakthrough hung heavy in the air, a tantalizing promise of progress.

After a swift and efficient morning routine, I stepped out of my room and into the familiar, sterile environment of the essence chamber.

Today was different.

Today felt like a turning point.

With a determined stride, I approached the central console and initiated the activation sequence.

The chamber hummed to life, its walls glowing with an ethereal blue light.

As the world energy began to flood the chamber, filling the space with a palpable sense of vitality, I stepped onto the elevated platform at the center of the room.

Assuming the lotus position, I closed my eyes, immersing myself in the familiar rhythm of the lightning scripture.

A serene calm washed over me as I began to circulate the energy within my body.

The white mist, a byproduct of the energy conversion process, enveloped me like a comforting cocoon.

Slowly but surely, the first tendrils of purple energy began to seep into my body, a subtle yet exhilarating sensation.

With meticulous focus, I guided the energy through intricate pathways, following the precise patterns dictated by the scripture.

Time passed, I continued the rhythmic dance of energy, my mind a serene expanse.

With each circulation, I felt a growing pressure within my dantian, a sensation akin to inflating a balloon to its maximum capacity.

Then, it happened.

A subtle shift, a resistance, a tangible barrier.

It was as if I had reached the edge of a precipice, looking down into an abyss of untapped potential.

A thrill of excitement coursed through me.

This was it.

The moment I had been preparing for.

My focus sharpened, my breath deepening.

The time for contemplation was over.

It was time to push forward, to break through the barrier and ascend to a new level of power.

A surge of determination ignited within me, propelling me forward into the unknown.

Pulse by pulse, the purple energy coursed through my veins, igniting a fiery warmth that spread throughout my body.

As the circulation reached its crescendo, the energy converged at my dantian, a swirling vortex of power taking shape.

With each repetition, the vortex grew stronger, promising a breakthrough that was imminent.

Click!

With a resounding click, the formidable barrier that had stood as an impenetrable fortress shattered into oblivion.

A surge of raw, unbridled energy erupted within me, a cosmic explosion igniting every fiber of my being.

My body became a conduit for this torrential force, as it coursed through my veins with electrifying intensity.

The confines of my dantian expanded exponentially, morphing into a vast, ethereal chamber.

The once vibrant purple essence thickened, its hue deepening into an almost indigo shade, pulsating with raw power.

I had achieved the SS-ELITE Peak Stage (Essence).

The transformation was profound.

It was not merely an increase in energy reserves; it was a refinement of my entire being.

My physical form underwent a subtle yet significant metamorphosis.

Veins, once mere conduits, transformed into shimmering rivers of energy.

Bones, once rigid and inflexible, now possessed a newfound resilience.

Tendons and ligaments, enhanced by the influx of vital energy, became taut and elastic.

Even my internal organs experienced a rejuvenation, their efficiency and capacity elevated to unprecedented levels.

A breakthrough in essence cultivation was more than just an accumulation of energy.

It was a holistic enhancement of the entire body.

While I had previously masked my true strength, giving the illusion of a Peak Stage cultivator, the reality was far different.

Now, I stood at the precipice of true mastery, my foundation solidified for the arduous journey to the next realm, the coveted SSS-ELITE.

This breakthrough was a crucial step, a bridge to a future of unparalleled power.

A few hours later, the tumultuous energy within me finally settled into a calm, steady flow.

My eyes snapped open, the world coming into sharp focus.

An acrid stench assaulted my nostrils, a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere I had cultivated during the breakthrough.

As my senses adjusted, I realized my body was coated in a thick, viscous layer of black sludge.

This was a familiar occurrence, a natural byproduct of the purification process that accompanied every breakthrough.

However, the intensity of the impurities was unusual.

The pills I had consumed, gifts from my teacher and the academy head, were renowned for their purity.

Yet, here I was, covered in a layer of grime.

A frown tugged at my lips.

It was a clear indication that I needed to pay closer attention to my diet.

With a sigh, I rose from the platform and moved towards the control console.

The chamber, once brimming with life-giving energy, began to rapidly deplete its reserves as I initiated the shutdown sequence.

A few moments later, the chamber returned to its dormant state.

I retreated to my room, the urgent need for a cleansing bath overriding all other considerations.

The process of removing the stubborn sludge was a time-consuming ordeal, but I persisted until my skin was rid of the last trace of impurity.

Finally clean and refreshed, I pulled on a fresh set of casual clothes.

The weight of the world seemed to lift from my shoulders.

The breakthrough had brought me a significant step closer to my ultimate goal.

Yet, I knew that the journey was far from over.

While the world placed an undue emphasis on realm breakthroughs, I understood the importance of a solid foundation.

A breakthrough in body cultivation would amplify my strength exponentially, but such advancements were shrouded in secrecy.

I would continue to cultivate in silence, the silver ring on my finger a constant guardian of my secrets.

It keeps me safe from prying eyes.

Nobody knows about my current breakthrough.

A few minutes later, the gnawing hunger that had been building since the breakthrough intensified.

I decided to order a meal.

Given the energy expended, I opted for a hearty platter of monster meat.

The rich, protein-packed meal would provide the fuel my body craved.

As I devoured the food, the satisfaction of replenishing my depleted energy reserves was palpable.

The meat, cooked to perfection, was a feast for both my taste buds and my body.

Thirty minutes later, with my appetite satiated, I settled onto the sofa, my gaze drifting towards the digital screen.

The latest news cycle unfolded before me, a constant stream of information vying for my attention.

Meanwhile, in the bustling metropolis of Alpha City, a group of young adventurers, led by the charismatic Simon, were immersed in a world of their own.

Their current mission demanded their full focus, but a nagging doubt persisted at the back of their minds.

Their enemy, Zack Lockwood, was dead.

The events of the previous day had left them with a growing sense of unease.

They were convinced that Zack was no longer among the living, yet the absence of any concrete news was perplexing.

Simon’s voice, laced with a mix of worry and accusation, cut through the tense silence in the room.

“Do you think the Federation is intentionally withholding information about Zack?” His eyes scanned the faces of his companions, searching for any clues or shared anxieties.

The question hung heavy in the air, each member of the group lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, the most level-headed of them, a seasoned warrior broke the silence.

“It’s possible they’re searching for his body,” he suggested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“We have to hope we didn’t leave any traces behind.” Hiswords were a stark reminder of the dangers they faced, the possibility of retribution looming over them.

A collective shiver ran down the spines of the group.

The thought of the Federation’s formidable forces hunting them down was a terrifying prospect.

Fear, cold and insidious, crept into their hearts.

They were no longer just adventurers seeking fortune and glory; they were potential targets, their lives hanging by a thread.

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