Chapter 1204
The instincts of a cultivator weren’t always right. Just like anyone else, sometimes they did incredibly illogical things when under great emotional stress. Whether it worked out for them or not was an entirely different matter.
Prospero didn’t think. In front of him, the only remains of his closest family were a few scraps of rapidly fading energy. No functional traces of a body, not anymore. That had been gone in mere moments, along with the rest of Hoyt’s energy. Except for some trace of Domination energy he’d managed to spark inside his potential anchor.
Prospero wanted to destroy it, for killing Hoyt. He wanted to preserve what remained, to hold onto the memory. Both instincts interacted with him at the same time. His own power reached out for it, drawing upon the fire of the One Hundred Stars. He threw it towards the empty planet he’d been watching from. That was where they had shared their last moment- the final time Prospero could have taken control and changed events.
Or perhaps it was already too late. But perhaps if the planet itself were destroyed, nobody else would make the same mistake. These thoughts passed through his head as if they somehow made sense.
But of course, they didn’t. Nothing made sense. He had no comforts to take from his own reincarnation- retaining any memories had been wondrously fortunate, without a specific cultivation method designed for it. Prospero Vandale’s death hadn’t been so energetic, however. Even if Domination energy didn’t primarily affect the soul, it was powerful enough to destroy one.
If any scrap of Hoyt remained, it wouldn’t be recognizable. Nothing, except for one tiny spark of power in a lone asteroid. He sought to amplify it. Destroy it. Preserve and erase it.
When the asteroid hit the planet’s atmosphere, it would become a meteor. A falling star. Especially at the speeds Prospero was accelerating it to, it would burn up all the material that remained. Or perhaps, with it going fast enough, it would impact the planet- the force could rip both to shreds. That would be acceptable as well.
He fought himself, his own energy struggling with his conflicting goals. Flames erupted in the atmosphere as the falling star began its descent. It wouldn’t take long, to reach its ultimate result.
Prospero wanted none of it to remain. He wanted it to exist forever, a last memory of Hoyt. Inside of him, energy grew ever more concentrated. His body ached. Some part of him knew that he could die too.