Amon gradually opened his eyes.

… and was stunned by what he saw.

Because Amon cultivated primordial energy rather than divine energy, the changes to his visualisation art were a little… different.

In Amon's line of sight, everything appeared more than ten times clearer.

From where he sat, he could see even the little ant crawling forward slowly; it was magnified in his vision such that the ant appeared slightly larger than normal.

Amon glanced around for a short while before his eyes finally settled on his teacher…

'This… what the hell?' Amon was dumbfounded and hurriedly shut his eyes.

His teacher no longer seemed like the Damien he knew; rather, in his line of sight, Amon only saw a brightly lit sun that caused his vision to darken uncontrollably.

"Haha, kid, I told you to only try to analyse the strength of those two divine paths above you, at most. If you try to analyse the strength of those above your level, you'll definitely suffer the consequences."

Damien stroked his chin thoughtfully and approached Amon.

He waited for Amon to regain his sight, which took about ten minutes.

At this moment, Amon had deactivated the visualisation art for fear that he might go blind.

He looked at Damien and couldn't help being impressed by the technique.

'Didn't Instructor James say battle arts were found within star gates and ancient civilizations? To think Damien can create one. Would I be able to create one as well?'

Many thoughts passed through Amon's mind as he mused.

Placing the thought at the back of his mind, he glanced up at Damien.

Damien raised a brow and chuckled. "So? What do you think about my visualisation art? Impressive, right?"

Amon nodded, still staring at Damien curiously. "Instructor, erm, how strong are you?"

He didn't know if asking about his teacher's strength was crossing the line, but with how easygoing Damien had been, Amon felt he might take it lightly.

As expected, Damien laughed and replied, "I'm really strong, you know?"

After putting forth his first question, Amon hesitated for a few moments before asking,

"About your core…" he paused then added, "how are you so strong while it's white?"

"I should say the same about you," Damien casually dismissed.

Casually placing his hand in his pocket, he went to the board and began explaining.

"The celestial core in one's body, where the celestial dragon stays, can evolve continuously, taking different colors. In doing so, the concentration of divine energy in the body increases considerably, and so does one's control over their gift, their lifespan, and their physical strength."

"For instance, someone at the mortal vein realm can live up to a hundred years; meanwhile, someone at the essence core realm can live for about 200 years. Stepping into the spirit forge realm forges one's spirit and allows them to live for 500 years."

"In the world of gifted ones," Damien sounded solemn for the first time, "time is an illusion."

Amon was bewildered by the statement.

He looked up to Damien for explanation.

"What I'm saying in essence is that, while we gifted ones have so much time, in the end the lives of mortals are actually far better. Down the line, you'll come to realise this painful truth."

Amon felt Damien's words were hard to grasp.

Still! Damien hadn't touched upon the crux of the matter! Amon had asked him why he was so strong and his core was white because he wanted to see if Damien's method was the same as the one he created.

Was he dodging the question?

Amon laughed dryly. "Please stop confusing me, instructor. I'm just curious about your method of strength. I'm your sole disciple, right?"

"Oh, right," Damien smacked his head with a laugh, "I forgot we were talking about that."

"The reason my core is white…" Damien paused, and the tension in the air seemed to heighten with only the sound of Amon's breath echoing in the classroom.

"I can't tell you the reason."

Although Amon had expected this since they had only met for barely two days, he couldn't help but ask,

"Why?"

"Because I'm restricted from giving out that information," Damien replied dismissively.

Amon was dumbfounded.

Was there an organisation of white core users?

Were they trained from birth to have white cores, making them extremely formidable?

Many guesses bloomed in his mind.

Guessing what line of thought he went down, Damien couldn't help laughing as he replied,

"It's not what you think. Indeed, having a white core and being so strong is truly unique. Aside from myself, you're the second person I've encountered with a white core who has some measure of strength far above his level."

"The reason I'm not allowed to tell you is because this is a clone of my real self."

"What?" Amon looked up at Damien in disbelief.

A clone?

"Just as I've said. It's a clone that barely possesses a fraction of my true strength."

Damien gave Amon a cheeky grin and commented, "What? Did you think you were a match for me even with your sword attack? My main body is too strong for this world, so he's out exploring the endless stars."

Amon's gaze sharpened instantly.

"There are other worlds besides this one?"

He had guessed this previously since he was originally from Earth, but he didn't dare believe it.

"Of course!" Damien confirmed his guess.

"It's also the reason I believe the truth about the Unfettered One. Perhaps he became too strong and decided to leave."

'Becoming too strong…' Amon murmured internally, his eyes brimming with ambition.

Hesitating slightly, Amon asked, "Instructor, is the uniqueness of your white core related to having multiple cores?"

"Multiple cores?" Damien's expression changed slightly. "That concept…"

His eyes lit up and he seemed to think of something.

"It sounds impossible, but there's no guarantee that it's impossible…"

His eyes widened and he began to mumble repeatedly.

Rushing to his desk, he took out something akin to a diary and began scribbling down notes.

Seeing this, Amon's eyes grew solemn and narrowed ever so slightly.

This had confirmed his guess.

Damien's path was different from his own.

He was creating multiples, however Damien was doing something entirely different.

'No wonder he hasn't been eliminated by the primordial dragons.'

'He created his own path just like me.'

'And to think it's made him so strong…'

Amon's mind was filled with curiosity, and the thought of obtaining the technique was hard to suppress.

Unfortunately, Damien's main body wasn't in this world anymore.

Amon waited for more than ten minutes until Damien had finished scribbling down whatever he was writing, before asking,

"Instructor, when is your main body coming back?"

"I don't know. Whenever he feels like it. Anyway, he left me here to research a few things about this world, says something about this world containing some mysteries… bla… bla… bla."

Amon felt a headache coming on. Damien was truly hard to communicate with at times.

Unable to control himself, he couldn't help asking, "Was it due to the cloning that you became like this? Or is this the behaviour of your main body?"

Only after Amon finished speaking did he realise that the question sounded rude.

Thankfully, Damien didn't mind, casually replying, "My main body is far lazier. It's a surprise he was able to become so strong."

'Oh?' Amon was intrigued internally.

"Is there a way to call him back?"

Damien glanced at Amon, then rolled his eyes and changed the topic.

He asked, while casually clasping his hands behind his back:

"I asked you why you wanted to grow stronger, have you thought of the answer?"

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