Heaven Awakening Path

“Concentrate, imagine! Imagine the power of sound as a concept, pure and free of any other concepts. Then cut them all out, and keep them away! Then..."

Pā!

No. Then, Lu Ping's debris had cracked again, and he looked at Chu Min bitterly.

Another morning of practice, the big pieces turned into smaller pieces, but there still seemed to be little progress.

“Imagine, how?” Luping turned to Chu Min for advice.

“Imagination… is imagination…" Chu Min said. In an attempt to provide more detailed guidance to Lupin, Chu Min revealed her ability to express herself in her own rough style. What she described was rather hollow, what “imagine a concept” or something, and Lupin had no idea.

“Lupin has no idea what his pure spiritual power is, does he? It's a little hard for him to distinguish between trapping and finding directions.” Sifan said in a wheelchair, turning the wheel and moving herself to a spot where the sun was shining. After taking a good position and adjusting the direction of the irradiation, he went on to say, “Teacher Chu Min, why don't you let Lupin use beheading as well? Not to penetrate, is to objectively create a situation where he is simply exposed to a power of spirituality that familiarizes him with… uh, concepts.” Sifan finally quoted Chu Min.

'Cause I can't. ”Chu Min answered very simply.

“Ah?”

“His impotence is so indistinguishable, it has a lot to do with his impotence in the soul locks. Even if I intervene from the outside, I need this kind of environmental interference, and again, I can't do it.” Chumin said.

“In other words, Teacher Chu Min, what you want him to do now is something you can't do at all?” Sifan said.

“Yes, he had no other choice.” Chu Min said.

“Uh... come on!” Sifan said to Lupin.

“Mmm!” Nodded smoothly, not shaking or discouraged, picking up another piece of debris. Because of these two days of practice, the fragments have become quite small. Two days, apart from the obvious mess, Lupin is really not lazy at all.

But...

A concept. What is it?

Looking down at the fragments in your hand, Road Flat falls into thought. Just try and try again, there is always no exact direction, there may be progress, but how far is it from the ultimate success?

If there is no direction, it can only accumulate little by little, no matter how far, there will always be a successful day.

Luping thought, converge your mind and mobilize your strength again.

Finding a gap from the confinement of the soul locks to steal the power of the soul is quite clear. This is what he learned after three years of hard practice at Windstroke College.

Just arrived in the first year of Windstroke College. The momentary power gained from the organization's escape has been completely locked away by soul destruction. Lupin is completely powerless. He initially tried to see if he could recognise the power of the faculty professor, but it didn't work at all. Soon he became the worst qualified person in everyone's eyes, and Lupin abandoned this attempt and began to search for the method he was supposed to use, thus becoming the pure waste that college teachers and students saw as neither talented nor willing to work for.

Lupin ignored it, and he started trying to figure out how to get rid of the locks. In constant exploration, in the countless perceptions of day and night, Luping finally found a little emptiness.

Only blinking, only in the emptiness of the moment, but the power of the spirits felt from the sky is so strong, far stronger than the power of the spirits gained by Luping every time he was experimented with and even took the opportunity to escape from captivity.

But for a moment, the emptiness disappeared, as did the strength of the strong.

But Lupin sees hope, and he starts playing hide-and-seek with this sky, trying to quickly discover it in the confinement of the soul locks when he needs it. Every time he finds emptiness, he tries to extract the power of emptiness.

More and more times he finds emptiness, and more and more times he tries to extract strength.

But it's been a failure.

The emergence of emptiness was too brief, only for a moment, to take any strength at all. Lupin tried all the controls he could learn at the academy, but none of them were too slow, too slow.

He could only find his own way through the tiny moments that appeared in the sky and draw his strength.

Such an effort lasted an entire year and Road Ping succeeded.

Although the search for emptiness was not very stable, and the search for emptiness could not succeed in stealing the power every time, it could succeed at least once in ten times.

The power of stealing is not much, but the power it brings is very real. This excites and satisfies Luping. Though he had already sat down in the name of the waste at Windstroke College at that time, with the boldness he had stolen in the moment of emptiness, putting it in the first grade was actually equivalent to perceiving the six boldness.

With successful experiences, progress has been faster and faster since then. The next year is not over, and empty hide and seek has come, he can find empty whenever needed. And there are more and more successes in stealing, and by the end of the next year, he could have done everything he could.

At that time, the strength he could steal was much stronger than the first time he got it. Because Lupin is controlling the power faster. And the moment the sky emerges is always the same, the faster the control speed, the stronger the power of a single steal.

Two years of constant searching has also made Road Ping increasingly oblivious to his condition. In the third year, he began to experiment with more possibilities, such as the constant discovery of emptiness and the uninterrupted retention of stealing power.

Theoretically, if this could be achieved, then the existence of a soul-locking system would be fictitious.

But attempts in this direction end in failure. Even if he could quickly find two hollows in a row, he could not change the fact that both hollows would close. So no matter how fast, no matter how tightly followed, one close, is an interruption of the power of boldness. The power of the second steal in the air, and the power of the last steal, will always be broken and will never be able to co-frequency. The continuation that was eventually created was just a pseudo continuation, and it was just a very quick repetition of the process of finding emptiness, stealing the power of emptiness, closing emptiness, and being locked back in.

Without prolonged control, we can only continue to fight for brief outbreaks. And that depends on speed. At the same time, Lupin is trying another possibility, which is to simultaneously discover two or even more voids and steal the power from them, which will undoubtedly multiply the explosive power.

Unfortunately, however, he has not yet been able to do so. Instead, the speed at which he instantly gained momentum from the sky increased to the point where the soul locks revealed their true form to crack down on confinement.

It is not known if one day the eruption created by oneself in that space will completely escape the confinement of the soul-loser. At least the proposition now entrusted to him by Chu Min is no longer instantaneous maximization, but instantaneous acquisition of the courage needed.

Empty moments...

This is the biggest obstacle to road leveling.

Without such limitations, strength can be sustained continuously, and Luping believes that he should soon be able to master the division of the six powers.

But with this shackle, Lupin felt like he was back in the beginning. Return to the beginning when you just discovered the emptiness and desperately tried to steal the power from the emptiness.

Methods don't really matter.

What matters is the speed of the method.

He relies on speed to steal power from the brief sky.

And now he needs speed, too, to be in a short space, to find the strength he needs, and then to take it out.

The difficulty is here.

What he needs to know is this speed.

I can't seem to rush this...

Lupin thought about the three years he'd been walking by, and the fragments in his hand broke apart again.

Too slow! Again!

Lupinzo didn't pick the pieces, he threw one hand straight into the pile.

He doesn't have to do this all the time, he already knows what he needs. Let's start practicing without interruption!

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The debris heap started to shrug very slightly, but very quickly. One fragment after another, breaking in repeated attempts by Road Ping!

Happy Seventh Eve! Five minutes to go. Did you buy the flowers?