Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



It was an attempt to trick anyone trying to fix what it did. And that told William that he wasn't just able to use Mystic Arts, but also knew tons about it!

The wheels that started to pop out were first few, then lots started to pop out all of sudden like popcorn! William was surprised to see such a huge number of wheels got altered and damaged, making him recall something.

"That world… It lost its ability to use their spirit bodies…" he realised this was the effect of a curse, a seal over their spirits. But now he started to realise that such a thing came originally from the nine tailed fox, not just a mere coincidence or an act of nature or something.

As he realised this, he felt how important what he was doing here. He was positive that lots of things were going to change after all this got repaired. But there was a tiny detail that he overlooked or didn't put in his mind, something that changed everything.

*Rumble!*

"Agh!"

Without any warning, he felt like the entire world got shaken and trembled, ending up getting expelled from there while feeling immense pain like never before.

It was a backlash! And it was very painful. He found himself lying on the ground of the deep pit, with his body twitching out of immense pain.

"Damn! It seems my spirit power isn't even enough to repair a single error there…" he gritted his teeth, recalled what other members of the Cardinal council did to avoid the backlash, "they missed to tell me how scary the amount of spirit power such arts consume…"

He didn't hesitate to take out the healing elixir and consumed it. At the same time, he took out an elixir potion, while thinking about how to solve this problem.

"A single elixir won't last me long enough… my spirit power grew, and the time a single bottle will last is decreased…"

He sat on the ground, thinking about all this. The main obstacle he faced was inside that world, he wasn't there with his real body. He didn't know if this was a simple projection or was like a spirit form of his or something else. But he couldn't access his rings, couldn't use any potions or elixirs.

That made him realise how hard it was to solve this. He got to see the problems that fox caused to this world. Yet it seemed his spirit power was barely enough to reveal these errors, not enough to fix even a single one of them.

He had to find another way to replenish his body with elixirs while he was there. The first thing he thought about was to bring one weapon here, let it feed him elixir bottles one after another.

"That means I'll leave one of the two up there alone. It's not that effective, not to mention they need to replenish their elixir bottles once per few hours…"

William knew they weren't using their full power while defending him up there. But if he left just one, then the risk of running low on power was growing high.

He didn't want to risk this, and so he left this solution to the end. William didn't want to die in the middle of his adventure there, as he didn't know how long this repair process would take.

After thinking about this for a few minutes, he decided to risk it and start consuming elixir bottles in one go before entering that world. It was a risky move, but he hoped his body wouldn't explode before arriving there. As for dealing with that overflow of power, he had to depend on that world to solve this issue, or else something bad would definitely happen to him.

"If I found out I can't deal with such power, I'll return here and overexert myself using my techniques…" he decided to take such a risk as he had a way to get out of this if things went south.

Yet he hoped nothing bad would happen in the end. He didn't know how much power he needed, so he took ten elixirs out, opened their lids, and left the bottles on the ground in front of him.

He took a deep breath, started to scatter the organs again. The ones he took from these monsters were already ruined by the failed attempts. They were either depleted after activating the Mystic Art or they got ruined by the backlash. He couldn't tell, and he didn't care. As long as these organs were enough to activate the art, he didn't care about what would happen next.

In the middle of distributing the new organs over the ground, he thought about how lucky he was to find monsters suiting his Mystic Arts here. As he didn't get such confidence to find others fast enough, he thought about storing away all the viable organs for later.

He had a life storage gear, one that could store any organ and prevent them from rotting. Yet he didn't have enough to store too much of these organs, and he wanted to collect everything he could before leaving this world.

"I may need the help of the city and other masters on my side," he knew this was where the true power of friendship lay. As he got everything ready, he sat again on the ground, took another deep breath, before gulping the content of everything in front of him.

He felt like there were ovens of fire exploding inside his belly after he consumed the tenth bottle. He endured the pain, resisted the urge to release such energy, and hurriedly activated his Mystic Art.

"Please work…" he prayed while entering into the world of fate and destiny. Just as his body appeared there, he noticed the new changes that came up to his body.

Before this, his body looked ethereal, white in colour. But now, it was pitch black, exuding lots of black rays of light. He also felt like his body was swelling, growing in size then shrinking back again.