Light Fortress Chapter 1990 - 45: Found You, I’ll Devour You!

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Previously on Light Fortress...
Mr. Rust Bone fought fiercely against the Black Snow Mountain Giant, fueled by anger over fallen friends. Despite landing some powerful blows, Gu Shen advised retreat, as the giant was too resilient. Gu Shen then noticed ancient script on a stele attached to the giant and, with Mr. Rust Bone's help, landed on the stele to investigate, recognizing the traveler nailed to it.

Gu Shen touched the words on the stone wall, glanced at the dried fingertips stained with the congealed blood of the traveler, and murmured, "So these things on the stone wall are the ’messages’ the traveler wanted to leave before dying?"

This might very well contain the most important elements of the Traveler Tribe.

For example, the secret technique of the "Portal."

And also...

The whereabouts of Extinguishing Candle!

"Comprehend... I must comprehend quickly..."

Gu Shen held his breath, completely forgetting time at this moment, the external battle, the thunder at Skytop, all were cast aside.

His entire being was focused on this stele.

"It’s bad."

Rust Bone saw this scene, felt his heart sink!

Though he was mainly responsible for combat, he knew the comprehension of ancient scripts was not something that could be accomplished quickly... He could suppress the Black Snow Mountain Giant for a mere ten minutes, just ten minutes, how could Gu Shen comprehend the entire stele?

But the next moment...

His expression changed again.

The wisp of Chi Huo floating in Gu Shen’s brow slowly dispersed, transforming into eight weak flames, and in the flickers... the eighth flame underwent fission again.

A total of nine flames!

These nine flames each invested themselves into the first nine ancient characters on the stele... for an instant, Gu Shen’s figure became blurred as if nine Gu Shen appeared simultaneously, overlapping.

Rust Bone’s eyes were filled with disbelief, for he knew too well what this scene signified!

"Is this... Heart Flow Power?"

"Nine strands of Heart Flow Power?!"

Among the three mighty generals, Silver Fox was most skilled in heart cultivation, at the peak she could differentiate into seven strands of Heart Flow Power, this ability to divide attention was something even Her Majesty the Empress marveled at.

Rust Bone always believed this was the ultimate limit humans could reach!

But now he saw Gu Shen exercising nine strands of Heart Flow Power... even Silver Fox at her strongest could only be overwhelmed.

"So... is it nine times the comprehension speed?"

Sweat beaded on Rust Bone’s forehead.

He never imagined Gu Shen could execute such extreme tactics.

Seeing this, the comprehension of the Traveler’s Stele suddenly shifted from "impossible" to "possible."

Rust Bone held his breath, single-mindedly focusing on the battle before him—

Every minute he delayed.

Gu Shen gained an extra minute of time!

...

...

Gu Shen’s spirit immersed into an unprecedented "ethereal" state.

Nine strands of Heart Flow Power.

He did not feel "divided", on the contrary, his Spirit Sea was harmonized like never before.

At this moment, Gu Shen was not only comprehending the ancient script on the stele, he was vaguely sensing the true power represented by Heart Flow Power.

For the Transcendents, the battle power enhancement from heart cultivation was indeed minimal.

Yet it was the only path for mortals wanting to "ascend" into divine power by themselves...

The more Heart Flow Power there is, the more stable the spirit.

And as cultivation progresses, breakthroughs in Heart Flow Power bring "transformation" to Transcendents!

Nine strands of Heart Flow Power converged, and Gu Shen felt his Spirit Sea expanding again, sensing those "things" he previously couldn’t perceive.

"Is this my Spiritual World?"

At this moment Gu Shen sat before Heart Lake, looking at the vast Sea of Spirit before him, feeling the sound of each ancient character dancing in Heart Lake, the result of nine versions of himself continuously comprehending the ancient script.

The next moment, he lowered his head towards the lake surface, his gaze a bit puzzled.

If... the "self" represented by the nine strands of Heart Flow Power is comprehending ancient script.

Then, who is the "self" sitting here now?

He reached out his palm to touch the lake surface.

Yet paused halfway.

"The me sitting here now... is the ’true self’, ’true self’, and the only ’me’."

Gu Shen’s puzzled gaze quickly cleared, he looked at the reflection in the lake, slowly speaking, "To me, nine strands of Heart Flow Power are nothing... not losing oneself is most important."

Ten strands of Heart Flow are the mortal limit!

Gu Shen was confident he could break this limit... and right now he sensed that he was in the "limit state."

"Mortals cannot break the ’limit’ because they ignore the ’true self’."

Gu Shen pondered, calmly speaking: "Once you can’t distinguish the primary from the secondary, no matter how many Heart Flow Powers are differentiated, it is meaningless."

Having said this, the Gu Shen reflected in the lake seemed to smile slightly.

This slight movement was caught by Gu Shen.

"Who?!"

Gu Shen’s expression suddenly became oppressive.

This is his Spiritual World, how could he allow other spirits to exist?

"Splash!"

Gu Shen reached out his palm, thrusting into the lake, grabbing something "substantial" and lifting it out from the water, a heavy version of himself, the two facing each other, the "lake Gu Shen" still held a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

"Who... are you?"

Gu Shen’s pupils contracted.

"I... am you."

The figure Gu Shen had lifted from the lake was neither nervous nor afraid, just suspended above the lake, dripping wet.

He reached out to touch his own face, smiling as he spoke: "Do we have any differences?"