Chapter 38: Chapter 38- A Missing Master

Two Years Later…

“So powerful beings known as Deities were alive in the past? Hmm, but did they truly exist? Could someone really cultivate to such heights? Perhaps this is the type of strength Master was talking about that I need to take revenge and find out where I come from.”

After finishing reading the book he was holding above his head, Sol closed it and released a yawn before saying.

“I guess I have a long way to go, for now, I can’t even fathom these beings.”

Sol then placed the book he finished reading on top of a pile of books next to him.

There were likely over a hundred books all scattered around Sol as he lay on the grassy ground, leaning against a large tree.

Sol lay there in silence for a moment before he muttered.

“Now I’m bored, I’ve read all the books that old fart gave me. He has never been gone for this long.”

Today marked the third month that his Master went missing.

“Ah, so much for a lack of time to train me, but then he ran off to who knows where… *tsk*”

Before he completely vanished, Sol realized his Master would up and leave at random times during the day, but he had never been gone for more than a few hours at a time.

As for what would cause his absence, Sol had an inkling that he was running from something, or perhaps someone.

This was because, during that year and a half, they would constantly move locations. And although his Master’s expression didn’t give anything away, he was in a rush when he left three months ago.

“He must have known he would be gone for this length of a time since he just tossed these books to me. That old fart, how can he be so irresponsible leaving his disciple here in this dangerous forest all alone?”

However, even though Sol was saying this, he didn’t take it to heart that his Master had disappeared. In fact, he took these three months as a vacation!

Although he would still train every day, he did it in moderation. Unlike the hell-like torture he went through when his Master was here.

Sol shivered at the thought.

To say he was put through physical and emotional abuse would be an understatement, his Master was a complete devil!

Sol thought that if he mentioned just a few of the things his Master made him go through to someone, it would cause them to faint from horror.

But his Master was right, if he endured then he would see results.

During his two-year-long training, Sol’s body was like a hot iron being hammered by a blacksmith.

All the near-death experiences and severe injuries his Master gave him were the triggers, and the bloodline energy inside his body was the hammer.

After each injury, his flesh, all the way down to his bones, would be tempered. Right now, the state of his body actually terrified Sol a little bit.

His bones were almost comparable to alloy, while his muscles and tendons were as strong as steel but had the flexibility of rubber. As for his skin, Sol couldn’t tell how many times it was burnt off by his Master during training. But now, even normal arrows and spears wielded by a normal person couldn’t pierce it. And that was despite its pale and delicate appearance.

Two years.

It had already been two years before Sol knew it. However, he hadn’t grown much in these two years. Just that his face had lost some of its immaturity.

Sol attributed this lack of growth to his training. His bones were being condensed at a rapid pace, so it left no room for them to grow normally.

However, this might not be so bad, as this basically corrected Sol’s looks with his actual age somewhat.

Ah, but there was one feature that changed and became extremely annoying for him.

Sol was about to lift himself up, but his head got tugged back and he winced in pain.

“Damn it, I’m going to cut this thing off.”

Sol said grabbing at his immensely long and messy hair.

His hair had remained uncut all this while. If he stood up it would be sweeping the ground as he walked.

While one would think accidentally getting his hair pulled would be tolerable given the amount of pain he went through during training, in reality, his sensitivity to pain had skyrocketed.

Sol could experience every minute detail his six senses relay to him. This kind of sensitivity was extremely annoying, and it didn’t help during training.

However, Sol just took it in stride. Although training was painful, he forgot what it was like going without feeling skin-peeling, heart-piercing, and soul-crushing pain every other day. It was to the point he would miss the pain if he didn’t feel it.

Suddenly, Sol paused and then blinked.

’Crap, I’m not becoming someone who enjoys pain am I? No way, how could that be?’

After half convincing himself that he wasn’t, Sol shifted his hair before he stood up; his arms with the black bracelets on them propped up on his hips.

“I should probably start training, if that Demon suddenly appears and doesn’t see me training that would be dangerous.”

After saying this, Sol was about to run off to do his training routine for the day, however, a rustling noise from the nearby bushes made him pause.

Little Zeel leaped out and then frantically made a beeline towards Sol; his four chubby legs moving as fast as they could.

Worrying immediately appeared in Sol’s heart upon seeing Little Zeel’s behavior.

In truth, Sol had been worrying a lot lately since his Master was gone.

This Mountain Range was filled with Ibbian Beasts that he was no match for. It was safe inside a village since it had the Guardian’s protection, however, he was out in the open. Normally his Master would be the one to clear the area. And though Little Zeel had made friends with some of these beasts in the surroundings, there were others that were extremely hostile.

Sol thought that one of those beasts must have attacked Little Zeel.

“Little Zeel, what’s wrong?”

Sol knelt and Little Zeel leap into his chest.

“Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!”

Little Zeel began making hurried noises. To others, this would have sounded like nonsense, but a faint connection had formed between Sol and Little Zeel.

Sol couldn’t explain it, but he could sort of understand what Little Zeel was saying most of the time. Though they would come in broken sentences.

Danger…

Hurry…

These were the words Sol understood.

“Who is in danger?”

“Awoo! Awoo!”

Sol frowned in thought but then his eyes lit up.

“Ah, you mean Little Nheer is in danger?”

Little Zeel’s front legs waved frantically while his head bobbed like a chicken pecking the ground.

Sol immediately stood up and placed Little Zeel on his head.

“Which direction is he in?”

After getting directions from Little Zeel, Sol didn’t immediately sprint off. He instead closed his eyes and called out his Innate Dharma.

The seedling appeared above him in a bright green light. Its appearance was the same, but the feeling it gave off was different. It seemed stronger. As it appeared, the grass and the leaves on the trees nearby began to sway.

As soon as Sol unleashed his Innate Dharma, he placed his hands on the tree he had been leaning on. His consciousness immediately seeped into the tree, and he could see numerous pathways appear in front of him.

These were the roots of the tree.

Sol picked a path that led in the direction Little Zeel pointed in and his consciousness moved along the path. It didn’t even take a full second before images and sounds of explosions began bombarding Sol’s senses.

“Haha! Just a bit more and we’ll be able to kill it! Senior brother, hurry and kill it while we pin it down!”

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