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Chapter 401

    Chapter 401


    From the central chamber, Anton was able to spread out his senses through one corridor at a time without having to concern himself with strange angles. The thing that had initially stopped him still held- many corridors were blocked to various extents, requiring winding his energy around instead of simply projecting it in a straight line. The more he did so, the more the area felt constructed and yet natural. He just wasnt sure how things could be both.


    The lower tunnels were less numerous than those leading at an angle up towards the surface- transitioning to vertical shafts that mostly did not reach the surface. These rectangr corridors seemed actually intended for use, though copsed passageways, stctites, and stgmites made traversal inconvenient.


    At this point, Anton had not sensed any danger or much else, really. Empty rooms of little interest lined the corridors, but they eventually led Anton to a conclusion that felt rather silly to have taken so long.


    The corridors here should have been smooth at some point. Its simply enough time has passed for this, Anton waved to a stctite hanging about a third of the way down to the ground. To form. At least some hundreds of years, but I would bet on more than a thousand. The walls have be uneven from other changes that caves normally endure.


    Hoyt looked around and nodded. I see. It <em>is</em> odd, though. One would have expected it topletely copse into nothing or be in better shape. This has to have been done by ancient cultivators, right? What about their preservations? Formations?


    That Anton frowned, Could have happened the same. Whos to say some of these marks were once formation runes? Now that I think of it they could be. I feel nothing, however.


    The flow of energy seems perfectly normal, Velvet agreed.


    None of the others following them had anything different to say, so they simply continued their exploration. After finding dead ends in several directions, they went deeper. I sense something, Anton said. Something powerful. Perhaps a formation, or something enchanted.


    There was little to do but continue deeper, making their way down proper stairs. They werent particrly wide, indicating not many people used them and that there was little interest in ornamentation. There were also more round tunnels that had been heading down, but the stairs seemed to be the proper method.


    Eventually they found themselves at another ring at least a kilometer deep in the earth, where it had grown significantly hotter, though still not as much as Antons time in Droca. Part of that likely had something to do with the way air flowed through the tunnels.


    Circumnavigating the ring, they eventually came torge doors. Or at least what <em>had</em> been doors. Metals used by cultivators were often resistant to rust and tarnish, especially if enchanted which allowed these to hold their shape. There were holes, however, and their hinges had long since fallen apart. Whatever enchantments had supported them had faded away. Beyond the doors was arge chamber with something in the center but also clear traces of formation runes.


    I dont think its active, Anton said. But I wouldnt want to bet on it. Anything that can survive for this long should have been pretty nasty to begin with.


    His eyes lingered in the middle of the area, where a hexagonal te of some sort rested on the floor. That was what radiated the energy he was feeling, and was the only thing in the room that remained in pristine condition. It would be so easy to go pick it up, but that was exactly why it would be prudent to be cautious.


    Some of us should remain here, I think, Hoyt said. While others go get a specialist.


    The others agreed. And so, they waited.


    -----


    The hunt was over, and those guarding the underground facility had swapped with others several times. No fewer than two Life Transformation cultivators at any time were present together, until finally Catarina arrived several weekster.


    Sorry it took so long, Catarina said as she descended with Anton. I was at the Worthy Shore Society finishing up business.


    That box? Anton asked.


    Thats right! I opened the whole thing. You want to guess what was inside?


    Based on previous knowledge anotherrger box. Or nothing.


    Several boxes, Catarina said. And then nothing. Catarina shrugged, But hey, thats Everheart for you. Definitely his work. Personally I found the techniques involved to be the most important part. Restriction and confounding methods, high level spatial maniption, and efficient energy usage.


    You think that those who had it before Golden Star Ind did they manage to open it first?


    Catarina shook her head, Definitely not. There were clear signs we were the first. Im d the Worthy Shore Society let me back to work on it.


    I doubt they would have finished it without you.


    Maybe not, but only because theyd keep ascending their best formation masters. Catarinas eyes lit up, Ooh, is this it?


    Yes it is but dont- Anton sighed, -just walk into the room. Its safe, then?


    Catarina only took a few steps, slowly making her way around in a circle. Probably. One moment.


    For her, that one moment was several hours, as she carefully looked at each concentric ring and what remained of the formations but nothing happened with her, and she did nothing but take notes. No disarming or changing of the runes.


    She stopped when she reached the hexagonal te, perhaps a fingerwidth thick and thirty centimeters across. It was lying on the ground next to what might have once been some sort of pedestal. She flicked her energy under it, and it flipped over. Then she picked it up. Seems to be safe. She twisted it around in her hands. This is part of something else.


    What do you mean? Anton asked.


    Maybe it was the core of this formation, Catarina said. It should be something like that. Or maybe a key? Either way, by itself it does nothing but exist. Maybe theres a way to activate it, but I could tell it wasnt doing anything.


    So not dangerous then.


    Currently? No. Catarina shook her head. But Im pretty sure at some point this whole ce was designed to implode on anyone trying to take this thing. Not just falling rocks, but a kilometer of rocks squashed down on top of anyone in the area, at great speed. The rings would help with that.


    I thought they were for airflow.


    That too, Catarina said. I believe they drew in air and natural energy to power the formation. It came from a wide area so that it wouldnt be noticed.


    Someone should have noticed the holes, Anton said.


    Out in the wilderness? Catarina asked. Besides, they were probably disguised.


    And there should have been a sect here defending the area, Anton said, thinking of the rooms above. In some previous cycle. Do you think the invaders got them?


    Could have been anything, Catarina shrugged, With no records except the formations.


    ... ties to Everheart? I know he was from our cycle but formations always seem that way.


    Id say closer to what the Exalted Archipgo has. Proper, formalized powerful, but unimaginative.


    Great. So what do we do with this? I assume you study it, Anton said. But then what?


    Depends what I find.


    -----


    A small cloud of swords spun and twirled, but instead of skillfully avoiding each other as Chikeres tended to, they ricocheted off each other in all directions. That was not a failure, however, but by design- propelling some more quickly in one direction while rebounding others. However, this was not a new technique by Chikere, but rather belonged to another.


    Yep, pretty good, Chikere nodded.


    Thats it? Florry asked, clutching some of her swords to her. I thought you might offer some constructive criticism or something


    Nah, youre doing fine, Chikere told her disciple. Me telling you what to do would just end up with you fighting like me, and its pretty clear that isnt going to happen. It probably wouldnt be better, anyway.


    Florry nodded. Are you disappointed?


    Why would I be?


    Its been forty years since I became your disciple and I havent even advanced to Life Transformation Im much older than you were when you reached it.


    So? Chikere shrugged. Do you know how old Swordmaster Rahayu was when he reached Life Transformation?


    ... I dont. The information avable on him was rather limited.


    I dont know either, Chikere grinned.


    O kay?


    What I do know was that he was gray haired when he ascended. But Im going to look like this when I do, Chikere gestured to herself as a whole, still looking like she was no older than her thirties by the standards of people who didnt cultivate. Except maybe with more scars.


    Is there a lesson? Florry tilted her head.


    Uh, sure. Talent isnt just about whos fastest, or whatever. Nobodys killed you in battle yet, right?


    Florry looked down at herself. ... No?


    Then youre doing great.


    I havent been in as many conflicts as you.


    A minor detail. If you never get into a battle, it doesnt matter if you didnt win. My only question have you ever been unable to do something you wanted to with your strength?


    Deciding that understand her own master was not an appropriate answer, Florry shook her head. No. I havent.


    Then its fine. And you got all those swords yourself.


    ... not from other cultivators though. I mostly earned these from the sect or had themmissioned


    And yet you still built up a decent collection somehow.


    Florry continued to hold her arms in front of her across her chest, with the swords she carried still unsheathed and dangling next to her contradicting the security she felt from them. I didnt even fight in the war.


    Did anyone die where you were assigned?


    Well no.


    Then you won. Besides, didnt you kill that assassin? Chikere stepped forward.


    Well yes, she admitted. But only because I had to.


    Same with me, Chikere grinned. Dont worry about it. You do fine in spars, and though it might be good to get more life and death battles with humans under your belt, you have plenty against beasts. No problems.


    Still some people say I dont deserve to be the personal disciple of a Swordmaster like yourself.


    How many of them are Swordmasters, hmm? Chikere asked.


    None of them.


    Thats right. Because they dont know anything. I dont know who you mean but I bet they dropped out of my training because they didnt want to die.


    But you wouldnt kill anyone like that, Florry said.


    Sure I would. If they werent good enough and didnt know when to give up, or couldnt take a hint? Theyd die.


    But you havent.


    My hints arent very subtle. Everyones understood them so far.


    -----


    With various people preparing disciples for their inevitable ascension in the next decade or two, Anton found himself with little to do in that regard. He had numerous individuals who learned from him, but none that really needed his continuous instruction. There were some things hed have to eventually wrap up, before he tried anything, but if he was sessful he wouldnt actually go anywhere. That was the theory, anyway. If he failed an alternate method of ascension the chances of his death were pretty high, but with real ascension there was also a risk of death- and sess likewise meant no longer being around.


    Still, he would at least like to make one more tour of everything he could, visiting those hed met, before hemitted himself to any attempts. There were times hed been unable to say goodbye to those he cared about, and he wanted that for both sides.


    Anton supposed he especially needed to pay some attention to Gudrun. Annelies daughter was no longer a child, but she <em>was</em> still in important, formative parts of her cultivation. And though she made use of ice, she was an archer like himself. Though hermon methods of attack involvedying down traps of slick ice for her opponents either before a battle or by shooting at a surface and coating it <em>during</em> battle, developing her range to be further was still quite important. If she never had to engage the enemy at all, it was for the best. Her proficiency with Horizon Shot was modest at the moment, only reaching a handful of kilometers on the far end- a distance that could technically be seen on t ground. But she needed both a higher cultivation and more training to ovee that.


    Now, your ice arrows are heaver than standard Spirit Arrows, Anton said. So it is unlikely youll ever achieve exactly the same distance. Even if its just the form of ice, it carries with it some weight. But there are some subtle changes you can make to have significant improvement.


    Yes, Grandfather, she said. He was more than a couple extra generations further removed than being her actual grandfather, but it was <em>extremely</em> cumbersome to say it every time, and none of Anish and Annelies children spoke of him that way unless they were rifying. Not even those who leaned more towards the Frostmirror Sects side of things with the overly logical and emotionless speech. They understood efficiency, at least.


    Gudrun would be fine. So would Anish and Annelie, Anton supposed. He knew they had been undecided on whether they would try to ascend, and at the very least they didnt n to attempt the breakthrough at the earliest possible time despite their high talent. Part of that was they continued to have children every once in a while. In the past couple decades there were two more, which meant even if they immediately ceased having children theirs would <em>barely</em> be adults by cultivator standards at the potential earliest mark.


    Anton was rather pleased about that. It was nice to have the family expanding again and in several different ces. It did make it hard to keep up with them all, butpared to when he thought hed lost everyone he was very satisfied. The world was good.
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