Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 900: Four Pillars Rotation

Meanwhile, Blackie was locked in another brutal clash with the Trial Qilin, and this time neither of them was holding anything back. Elemental forces ripped through the air in violent surges, fire clashing with water, wind shrieking as lightning split through it, each collision sending shockwaves across the black lake. The pressure alone was enough to crush a lesser cultivator flat.

Not far away, Ethan floated in midair with his eyes closed, unmoving.

Garm sat nearby beside the remains of the dismantled carcass, crunching lazily through bone and sinew while keeping one curious eye on Ethan. Compared to the apocalyptic fight over the lake, the scene around Ethan felt eerily still.

At that moment, Ethan’s awareness had turned completely inward. The outside world might as well not have existed. He did not hear the explosions, did not feel the tremors. His psychic sense flowed through his body like a tide of light, guiding the dense golden energy downward toward his feet.

He recalled the energy pathway diagram he had been shown by that annoying figure. The first light point was located at the Bubbling Spring acupoints in the soles of the feet. Following the advice from the ancient voice he had so thoroughly irritated, Ethan began circulating the Primordial Forging Art.

The Primordial Forging Art was brutally straightforward in concept. It did not build a core or condense a dantian. It forged the body itself. It demanded vast amounts of raw energy and used that power to force open hidden nodes within the muscles and flesh, one by one, beginning with the Bubbling Spring nodes.

Ethan did not possess a core, with nowhere to store energy in the traditional sense. This technique was fundamentally different from orthodox Energy circulation methods. It consumed energy at a terrifying rate to break open each node, but once opened, those nodes would circulate power on their own, constantly feeding his body strength without relying on a central reservoir.

That ancient voice had told him plainly: master the Primordial Forging Art, and your strength will know no limits. Endless and inexhaustible. Across all realms, it stood at the very peak.

Ethan had blinked and asked, almost casually, "Then how did the Primordial die?"

The ancient voice had gone silent at that.

After a long pause, he finally muttered, "Exhausted. He died exhausted."

Ethan had not expected a real answer. When it came, he almost thought he had misheard. "Exhausted?"

"That is the simplified version," the voice clarified stiffly. "Overexertion. His strength gave out."

Ethan had rolled his eyes. "Because of this technique?"

"Exactly. It is the fatal flaw of the Primordial Forging Art. The ultimate strike destroys heaven, destroys earth, destroys the world, and destroys the user."

There had been no drama in the tone, only a faint thread of regret at the end.

Ethan had stared into the endless white space of the dream and muttered, "That’s not an ultimate strike. That’s a suicide move."

Then he had grinned. "I love it."

The move was too outrageous to ignore. As for the fatal flaw, he already had a contingency in mind. The Tree of Life within him. Even if the technique truly burned through everything, it could not possibly drain that dry. His Life Seed was still only a sapling, but it was there. A foundation.

Besides, he was at the very beginning. It would be a long time before he reached a level where that final strike even became relevant.

What he had not anticipated was absorbing such a massive surge of energy this early on. Enough to crack open the Bubbling Spring nodes, the foundational source of force in this technique.

Golden energy poured into his feet like molten metal. The crushing pressure that had been building inside his body eased almost instantly, replaced by a focused, searing intensity at his soles.

Then the nodes broke open.

Agony exploded through him. It felt as though two drills were boring straight through his feet, tearing muscle and bone apart from the inside. Ethan clenched his jaw so hard it felt like his teeth would shatter, but he did not let out a sound.

Beneath his soles, two spinning vortices of energy began to form.

Garm’s chewing slowed. He lifted his head, ears twitching.

Ethan’s shoes disintegrated without warning, shredded by the golden light that flared from his feet. Sparks danced across the ground as the energy cyclones grew larger, faster, stabilizing through sheer force of will.

Time stretched.

Then, with a sharp internal snap, the two vortices locked into place, spinning in opposite directions.

Ethan’s eyes flew open. The golden light vanished, and his body dropped.

The instant his bare feet touched the ground, the world seemed to crack.

A hundred and fifty pounds of hardened muscle slammed into the earth with the force of a meteor strike. The shockwave flattened everything within range. The heavy grill nearby, thick steel and reinforced joints, was reduced to twisted scrap in a heartbeat.

Garm had already vacated the area entirely, as if he had foreseen the impact seconds in advance.

At that exact moment, a roar split the air from the direction of the black lake.

"GO TO HELL!"

Ethan’s head snapped toward the sound, his own breakthrough forgotten.

Blackie hovered above the lake in his true form, massive and blazing with elemental light. His eyes had shifted into a kaleidoscope pattern, four colors swirling together like a rotating flower. The air around him distorted from the sheer intensity of his aura.

Above his head, fire, water, wind, and lightning twisted together, slowly weaving into the shape of a four colored lotus. Each petal shimmered with layered energy, beautiful and unstable.

The Trial Qilin did not hesitate. It gathered the same four elemental forces, but instead of forming a shape, it compressed them into a single concentrated beam and fired it straight at Blackie.

Ethan saw the difference instantly. Blackie’s lotus was intricate and visually overwhelming, but the Trial Qilin’s attack was denser, more focused, and overwhelmingly powerful. In a direct clash of raw output, Blackie was at a disadvantage.

"Go..." Blackie whispered under his breath.

The lotus drifted forward, light as falling snow.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. Blackie’s enormous body was trembling. Every muscle in his frame quivered as though he were holding up a collapsing mountain. That small lotus was draining him dry.

It floated perhaps fifty feet before meeting the oncoming beam.

There was no explosion or blinding flash.

Instead, Blackie suddenly coughed up blood. Not a trickle. A torrent that sprayed from his mouth and splattered across the air.

Ethan frowned.

Blackie, with blood staining his teeth red, grinned. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Micah, you son of a bitch," he rasped. "If this fails and I die, I’m haunting you forever."

Ethan’s ears caught the name.

Blackie’s voice rose despite the blood. "Four Pillars Rotation. Take it in!"

The lotus trembled. Then, almost imperceptibly, it began to rotate. The movement was slight, barely noticeable, but the effect was immediate.

The Trial Qilin’s beam halted in midair.

A low hum vibrated through the entire space, deep and resonant. The air thickened as energy from every direction surged toward the rotating lotus. Even the beam itself began to twist, its once straight trajectory bending and spiraling.

With one full rotation, the lotus swelled from the size of a basketball to that of a barrel.

Another rotation, and it grew to the size of a water tank.

Blackie laughed hoarsely through blood. "Genius, Micah. Not enough power? Then I’ll borrow yours. Now go!"

His massive body shrank as he snapped back into human form, still bleeding heavily. He thrust both hands forward with everything he had left.

The lotus, now the size of a house, surged ahead. The Trial Qilin’s own beam was no longer an attack but fuel, dragged into the spinning petals and redirected backward.

Ethan felt his eye twitch.

The technique was outrageous. It did not compete with the enemy’s power. It seized it.

A thunderous detonation followed.

The four colored lotus, now nearly fifty meters across, slammed directly into the Trial Qilin.

For a split second, the creature’s silhouette flickered within the light.

Then it vanished.

The black ice beneath Blackie’s feet melted instantly into liquid, swallowing the surface as if it had never been solid. Just like Ethan before him, Blackie tried to take flight, but an unseen force yanked him downward. The lake closed over his head, dragging him into the depths.