God Of Crafting

Chapter 108: The goal of the sixth stage and the tool to achieve it

Something was going on.

I wasn't blind ough not to notice the small bits and fragmts of weird behaviors, glances, or words. And while sure, I have yet to piece everything together, that much was clear: there was something going on that I wasn't updated about.

Th again...

If something was really going on, Claire was clearly, for the lack of a better word, in on it. And that begged just one question.

'Do I trust her?'

On the more rational stance, my best bet was to gather up my ergy and scrap, escaping from whatever this girl was cooking that she deemed better not to inform me about.

But on the other hand...

'What would be the point? I'm a goose laying gold eggs, so how could they consider me as anything but their most prized asset?'

Wh taking the reality of my circumstances into account, it was hard to keep any worry in my heart... That is if my heart followed something as flimsy as logic wh it could rely on just my feelings and premonitions!

Thankfully, wh it came to my feelings, it was an easy task to just choose to trust Clarie and focus on playing with the scythe rather than bother myself with what could be the conspiracy that was clearly unveiling right now.

"I'm going to take care of everything else," Claire repeated, with the same faint voice designed only for my ears alone. She th pushed herself off my embrace only to swing her sword back onto her shoulder.

For a second, she stared right in my face with a strangely torn look in her eyes, before turning her stare away and lowering her head a bit.

"Just be careful, okay?" she asked, only to pass by me... and run into the forest.

'Are they trying to ambush whoever might come to attack us here?' I thought, feeling as if I figured the whole mystery out.

But at the same time.

But while that gave me a clue over just how important my rectly discovered device would be for the man... it also gave me a better perspective on what cultivation was at its core.

'The first phase of cultivation goes through a total of five stages before you collapse it into a spiritual core. Th, it takes up until the eight stage before you do it again, th you do it again and again at the ninth and tth stages respectively.'

I could still remember taking a deep breath back th as it just struck me.

Because now that I took a proper look at the idea in its tirety... I could look back at my currt challge and start forming some ideas on how to overcome my need for the next lightmt!

It was a process that soon proved to be quite wasteful, giv how I came up with a solution long before I could build my cultivation base well ough to attempt another breakthrough.

And so, rather than forcing a breakthrough way before I was ready for it, I just crafted a tool that allowed me to do exactly what I believed I was supposed to be doing at the next, sixth stage of cultivation.

"The fifth stage was all about establishing the power of the core throughout, laying the foundation for the very next step," I muttered under my nose as if it was a chant of sorts while slowly tighting my grip over my scythe.

"The next logical step would be to use those foundations and expand the power of my core beyond its currt limits, beyond the limits imposed on those without the spiritual core. Or, in other words..."

My eyes flared up as I picked the heavy scythe up, raising it just far off the g to be able to freely swing it.

Now that I was in a state of focus and with my spiritual ergy long since agitated, the residue radiation of my Qi fueled my scythe so much, that it was growing more and more eerie-looking and all mystical by the minute.

Th again, it was merely a side-effect of the high-quality materials I used, not the effect I inttionally designed... or, in fact, not the effect I was now ready to bring forth to reality.

'Let's see how it does!'

Reaching a point where my breath, the position of my body, my mind, my hands... wh all of myself aligned with just one, single purpose, I pushed a sliver of my Qi into the circuitry of the scythe before executing a swift slash right against the empty air.

I cut the air, leaving a trail of staggered cut in its wake... and a mark that, contrary to the aftershock of the cut, remained in place as mere added quality to that point in space.

Or, in simpler words, with a simple cut, I've created a new node the power of my spiritual core could now discharge to.

'And now,' the smile on my lips soured as I acknowledged that it was merely the beginning of what I could tell had the pottial to blossom into quite a ridiculous ability. 'And now, to learn how to control it.'