Tarthocas : Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe

White Blade Sect Mythical Weapon Art Myriad Blades 3rd Form: Blade of Infinite Nourishment!

The name of the Blade of Infinite Nourishment spoke for itself. It thrived on blood, and with a single drop, it could syphon the Qi of its victim, feeding off his life force as fast as any ravenous beast.

"And for that, I've to use this form," Linhua thought grimly, while the blade in her hand twisted and reshaped itself to a butcher's cleaver. A scream was torn from her throat and she flung forward with the weapon aimed straight at Lei Tei. The blade hit right on the money as Lei Tei just instinctively blocked the blow with his arm. Yet Linhua, she merely grinned as the ability of the blade clicked alive.

But Lei Tei remained unflinched, his level stare piercing through her triumphant facade.

"You think it'll work now?" he asked, his voice steady.

Linhua's confidence wavered, eyes widening in disbelief. She had depended on the power of the blade to leave him crippled, and yet here he stood unhurt. Realising the danger, she quickly retracted, putting some gap between them. Her mind scrambled to figure out what had gone wrong this time around.

"I was doubting your power to phase across distances," commented Lei Tei thoughtfully. "But now I do understand. You never teleported at all. No, you just erased my memories."

Linhua's shock went even deeper; his words felt like the head of a hammer. "How…?"

"If I had not used the lightning from the dragon to protect my consciousness when that attack struck, then you would have succeeded," Lei Tei revealed, eyes narrowing. "But now it's too late."

His words were not just a revelation but a declaration. Then the Dragon of Innumerable Lightning, that raw great power, began to dissolve into pure lightning and streak toward Lei Tei. There came a blinding flash, coalescing with his body, intermingling with the drop of dragon blood inside him.

Transformation started taking place. The pupils in each eye of Lei Tei split into two, changing in colour to be hauntingly white. Silver scales like some devilish serpent started appearing over his skin, covering him all over in an impenetrable armour.

Dragon Guard Technique - Draconic Transmogrification - Thunder Lord!

BOOM!

Lei Tei exploded forward, speed and power multiplied to terrifying levels. His fists knew no respite; a thousand storms rained blows down on Linhua.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Each collision was a smash against the earth at his feet, each wave of force reverberating throughout the space. Linhua's form was being shattered, methodically pounded into pieces under the force of his attack.

But as Lei Tei struck one final blow, the world before him twisted. The world around him shifted, and all at once, Linhua was not there. She was miles away, stood with her blade poised in hand; bloodied lips spread a satisfied smirk.

Breath caught in Lei Tei's throat. But how? Then his eyes shot to Linhua, who watched him with cold satisfaction.

"At least you were able to figure out the power of The Blade," hissed Linhua mockingly. "But if you think you could avoid it by merely protecting your Soul, that's not going to work."

She spun the blade in her hand, its shape changing again, this time into something even more frightening.

White Blade Sect Mythical Weapon Technique - Myriad Blades 7th Form: Blade of The Forgetful Soul!

Lei Tei's heart raced as dread washed over him. This technique… was beyond anything he had expected.

"How in hell did you manage that!?" he demanded, his voice laced with horror.

Linhua smiled cruelly, victoriously. "Mythical Weapons work quite differently, dear," she replied in a voice low and somewhat soft.

The Blade of The Myriad Blades now resembled a sleek katana, its hilt gleaming with obsidian black. Three strings, each a different colour—crimson, violet, and grey—hung ominously from the hilt, swaying slightly as Linhua positioned the weapon above her head in a poised, deadly stance.

Lei Tei's heart raced as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him. He knew that whatever Linhua was about to unleash was beyond anything he'd faced so far. Without hesitation, he shot forward, determined to stop her.

But as he closed in, Linhua's voice cut through the tension like a knife.

“Let me introduce you to The Myriad Blades 1st Form,” she said, her tone chillingly calm.

And then she swung.

WHOOSH!

CRACK!

Lei Tei froze in his tracks as a cut appeared in space itself. It wasn't just a tear in the fabric of reality; it was a void, a space where nothing existed—not even emptiness. It was an absence of all things, a pure, terrifying void.

Linhua raised her hand toward the cut, and with a simple gesture, she closed her hand. Immense amounts of Qi surged into the crack, feeding its hunger. Suddenly, the cut twitched, and before Lei Tei could react—

VVVWRRROOOOMPH!

An unimaginable force began to pull at him, dragging him toward the center of the domain. The inner space itself was compressing, warping as the pull intensified.

“What the—!” Lei Tei's alarmed shout echoed in the void. He tried to locate the source of the force, but there was nothing—no visible cause, no sign of the cut. It had vanished as if it never existed.

"No, there should be something!" Desperately, he switched to his inner space perception, searching for the anomaly. And that was when he saw it.

There, in the centre of the domain, was an object of unfathomable Qi. It was minuscule, barely perceptible, yet its gravitational pull was colossal. It was drawing everything toward it, like a ravenous beast devouring space itself.

If Ling Xuan were here to see what Lei Tei saw, he would’ve been more terrified than Lei Tei himself. After all, how could he not recognize it?

A Black Hole.

Linhua, on the other hand, remained unfazed. She calmly continued to strike the compressed space around her, each strike creating another black hole, adding to the chaos. Then, with a graceful motion, she raised her blade once more and mouthed a single word:

“Coalesce.”

WHOOOM!

The black holes began to merge, their immense gravitational forces converging into a single, monstrous entity. Slowly, the space twisted and contorted as the black holes fused into a supermassive black hole.

Lei Tei felt a chill run down his spine as the massive force threatened to consume everything in its path. But he refused to succumb. Drawing on every ounce of his power as a Dragon General, he shot out from the range of the pull, his Qi surging to expand the domain’s inner space.

“Expand!” he intoned, pushing the limits of the domain as he tried to counter the destructive force Linhua had unleashed.

But Linhua only smiled as she watched him struggle. Strangely, her body seemed to regenerate with each passing moment—her eye and arm had already returned to their former state. She gently stroked the blade.

White Blade Sect Mythical Weapon Technique - Myriad Blades 1st Form: Void Bringer!