Chapter 153: Long Lost Dream Achieved

The excitement in MF's cheerful smile was out of this world. She barely breathing due to her heart intensely cheering for the First Ourarian.

Primis was doing her best to maintain this perception. Just the slightest of error and wrong training could create numerous malfunctions that could threaten their own lives. In which the formula of the strings was deemed to be important.

Having too many strings in one shape could lead to a higher mana output but a rather unstable foundation. It would be hard for it to get converted and it might explode in the transportation process to the miniature realm, killing the practitioner by large chance.

Because it was her first time, her consciousness hadn't made any contact with the converted mana itself. Right now, she felt like every inch of her were being torn and pulled apart just by doing this. First experience was always painful, although the pain and effort would be lessened by years of training, but Primis clearly won't make her master wait that long.

Speaking of perception, something was scouting at the sect's platform from an extremely far away place. MF gazed with one eye at their direction with a bright smile, unleashing all of her killing intent before secreting a dense amount of destructive blood from the dark seed of creation.

It sprawled into numerous homing spears, travelling at sonic speed to the rude peepers.

"Lord Ouroboros, where are you aiming?" Tuli asked as she weeped.

"A rude peepers, around two kilometers from here."

"Holy scriptures, that is so far away!"

MF's perception wasn't that brutal. Although Tuli and Ki didn't see a thing, there was actually an ominous Occult Beast behind their lord, sprawling her jet-black tendrils into the air. Not like it was safe for both of them to meet with Cyanotype directly in the first place.

Cyanotype grinned as she inserted her upper torso into MF's frame of vision from above. MF closed both of her eyes as a signal. The Occult Beast then slowly evaporated into glowing dark dust before disappearing. Her face might be cheery but she would be sweating if not for her full control of her body to not release any sweat.

'Huwaa, effortlessly detecting a pursuer the very moment they gave an ill intent at her owner from two kilometers away is scary, way too scary!'

She was glad that Cyanotype wasn't her enemy.

"What would a cultivator do when they reached the mana perception? Doesn't that mean that Primis has reached her breakthrough already?" Ki then tightened her arms to squeeze the flexible droplet blob, while still maintaining her gaze to the Ouroboros.

"Only when the consciousness has bathed, taking a tiny sip of its own constructed mana, will it mold its soul to reform its original structure." MF took a tiny sip, excited of her first child to achieve her first breakthrough. "Cultivating or Usurping is the act of rebellion, remodeling the very core and meaning of existence to an anomaly where we could turn a metaphysical wavelength into a recreation of nuclear fusion with just the power of existing."

"So, we actually weren't meant to cultivate in the first place?" Tuli tilted her head as she lay down.

"It was more of an abusive nature selection. Just like how animals of the ancient world evolved to have armor and tusks to fend off predators, we as the proof of humanity have made our own conscience into a tool for our gain." MF chuckled.

Both of them slowly nodded simultaneously. ""Oooh""

From the outside, the other three could see Primis frowning from the stress she accumulated from trying to manipulate the strings into a shape. Her determination burned as brightly more than the bowl torches.

For her very first converted mana shape, Primis chose a peculiar pattern with four sets of raw mana strings instead of the suggested three strings for beginners.

She managed to condense one of them and made an upside down arrow edge, the second string was already connected with the shame shape but in the opposite direction, creating a lidless hourglass at both sides.

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MF gulped her saliva. "... Trying to achieve a higher limit in your first achievement. Truly, you're my proud creation."

Primis was trying to create one of the hardest patterns to stabilize, the infinite-fourstrings.

Trying to push the other two strings while maintaining the condensed strings was as difficult as holding a paper on the wall, drawing with three crayons on it and doing it all with only one hand.

'A-almost done! Mommy—I mean, Master Ouroboros is watching me! Although Aunty Foel isn't here, I need to achieve this on my first try!!'

The repulsive force from the rather unstable energy began to fuse, just like a mini reactor. Its maw was trying to keep the other two strings from combining, burning and encapsulating the Ourarian with extreme heat. If not due to the rich amount of mana influence outside of the converting process, the mana shape would burst and explode.

Thanks to the 'Minor Overseer', MF was able to spectate what was going on. She cheered for Primis with all her heart, trying to ensure that her life would be different from her creator.

MF never had the chance to fully use her converted mana. She was able to convert mana in her first try the very moment she was introduced to the concept of cultivation. She created one of the most complex shapes for her first converted mana.

But all of her dreams were pulled down the drain the moment she didn't feel anything from her supposedly awakened miniature realm. Everyday since that moment, regret and self loathing filled her night with a desperate thirst for knowledge that was able to solve her issue.

To a young MF who thought that she couldn't do anything remarkable, it was a devastating revelation, a painful scar that perpetually won't heal.

But now, seeing Primis, who was a part of her, carrying her will and buried dream—MF's scar slowly healed inch by inch.

"HUWOOOOOO!"

A plasma discharged from Primis' body, trying to contain the unstable mana made by the spark of the exotic mana shape. A warm red pulse was released from her, and her miniature realm was born. It immediately established a connection to Primis' soul. Using all of her determination, she pushed the raging energy from the infinite-fourstrings shape into her barren and newborn miniature realm.

An Ad Infinitum Athenaeum.

What was left from the energy discharge of her very first stored mana, was a tear of happiness that was surging from her. At the very same time, MF was trying her best to not let her weepish crying overflow.

"Primis did it!" Tuli was agape, clenching her fist as the excitement overwhelmed her. "Lord Ouroboros! She did it—"

MF immediately conjured her wings and snatched Primis from the ground. Rising sky high above the cloud, MF took out all of her frustration from the past into a proud crying, her lips were sour but not due to sadness, it was just too overwhelming for her.

Likewise, Primis did the same.

"MOMMYY! I-I DID IT!"

"YOU DID IT! YOU MADE IT! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!—HUEEEEE!!!"

"HUEEEEEEE!!!

The dance of celebration in the sky lasted for a while, before they descended into the ground.

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