My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven's; the World Consciousness Signals for You to Rephrase That

Ren Xiu progressed at an astonishing pace, whether in spellcraft or assassin martial arts.

The information from the future had been blurred, but it was only blurred. The influence of some shallow memories still remained, and naturally, the benefits she gained were solid and tangible.

Her physical constitution was also rapidly brought up to par under these circumstances.

Just as Leon had expected, Ren Xiu's second Root Source Liberation came quickly as well, and her Disintegration Strike received an enhancement.

It was no longer merely that the amount of energy she could alter had increased. Seemingly combined with paradox spellcraft, the things she could alter had extended from tangible objects to far more things.

"Conceptualize something, then use Disintegration Strike to break it apart." Ren Xiu pressed a hand against Leon's body and eagerly explained the new variation she had developed for her ability. "Pain: Annihilation!"

Purple mist, visible only to Ren Xiu, poured into Leon's body. Then Leon felt some part of his perception being destroyed by an unknown force.

After testing it, he found that for a period of time, he could no longer perceive pain at all, though his sense of touch remained.

It was as though pain, as defined by human concepts, had been attacked, damaging the soul's perceptive spirituality.

Given the weak self-healing ability of a human soul, an adult would likely need several years to restore their perception of pain.

Leon's Root Source was killing intent, and his abilities leaned toward the soul. Having completed three liberations, his Root Source possessed powerful soul self-healing capabilities, yet even he needed several minutes to regenerate his own sense of pain.

"For now, is pain the only conceptual target in the intangible realm?" Leon asked after rubbing his brow and repairing the perception that had been destroyed.