Nine Paths of Asura-Original Wuxia

Chapter 61- Ancestral Fusion

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The swirling energy fused deep inside of Lineir's Second Heart, and he felt his cultivation break through to the next level. As it did, he felt... more connected with the world. He could sense the way the world seemed to bind itself together, its delicate intricacies and the elaborate relationships between things which made cause and effect. It was like he had been living in a fuzzy cloud his whole life, but now the haze was fading away, to leave clear sky which had been there all along. The only difference was now he could see it.

The brilliant flaring wings on his back soon caught the attention of the angel who had been pointedly staring at the heavens.

"Phoenix! You've renounced your honor and chosen to use a mortal body to be reborn huh? So much for your justice! No matter, you should have fled when you had the chance, I've already tasted your most powerful techniques, the end result will be the same!" The angel hurriedly drew his sword and began drawing out waves of death Qi once again. Lineir sighed,

"This wretched Phoenix, she might have helped my cultivation, and given me some ancestral techniques, but now I have to fight an immortal?" Lineir might be a little stronger, but it was clear that the destructive power of immortals was still beyond him. There was simply no way to contend against those whose might could collapse entire city walls!

"Kiddo... don't curse her just yet, the Phoenix Clan has some pretty potent techniques, and there may yet be a way out for you, can't you sense all that raging fire Qi?" Mei was excited, the amount of fire Qi was significant. Lineir examined the inside of his Second Heart, which seemed to have turned into a spinning molten ball of flame. There, he found a dense fire Qi which he could not control.

"It's indeed as you say, Mei, there is a ton of fire Qi, but I can't control it! Shoot, that angel is about to attack, what should I do?" Lineir knew trying to reason with the angel would not work. Even if he could somehow convince the angel that he was not the phoenix, why would the angel let him go? He was going to destroy the city in any case.

"Ugh, I don't use fire techniques in general, so all the ones I know are too complicated to explain to you. However, there may be another way. Those ancestral techniques, through them you should naturally be able to control this flame Qi, which is definitely immortal level. See if you can understand them!"

Lineir nudged around in his mind, prodding. Soon, split fractions of a second later, he found a layer of thought which was not his, yet was intricately being absorbed. When he focused his attention on this layer of thought, it was as if he could feel the repetitions of countless generations of phoenix practitioners. Each movement had been passed on through the bloodline till it reached this phoenix, and now that he had absorbed her essence, the bloodline was naturally under his control!

"Yes! I've found it, but none of these techniques are powerful enough to help us escape! She already used her most powerful move earlier, this is all pointless." Lineir despaired, while he could sense how to use this incredibly dense flame Qi, he knew from these ancestral memories that the power of each move would be insufficient to penetrate the angel's bone armor. Especially if he, as a mortal, was using them. Even with the right Qi, his body wasn't sufficiently powerful to fully draw out the potential of these potent techniques. Suddenly, he heard the phoenix's voice, a voice as angry as a starving flame,

"Mortal boy! I don't know how you managed to take control of my bloodline, but if you swear to use what I tell you against that Death Angel, I will tell you of a move even more powerful than those you've absorbed!" It was evident that the phoenix felt intense hatred for the angel, and even if it meant helping the one who had absorbed her, she was willing to go down with him! Lineir initially felt distrustful, but staring at the horrifying wave of Death Qi trailing from the angel's sword, clearly about to come crashing down, he cast aside his distrust.