Chapter 432. Tyler’s Tears
After that, Tyler continued to follow the younger version of himself through the dream. Time flowed strangely in this realm—before he knew it, days turned into weeks, and a full month passed in what felt like an instant.
Now, they were inside a vast and serene courtyard, blooming with ethereal flowers and rare trees. The air carried the scent of spiritual herbs, and the sky above shimmered with a faint layer of protective qi.
At the center of this garden-like training ground stood Little Tyler, only five years old yet already at the third stage of the Qi Refining Realm.
He was practicing earnestly, surrounded by five instructors. Each teacher stood for one of the five elements— Thunder, Wind, Lava, Wood, and Ice. Little Tyler wasn’t just an ordinary child; he possessed an extremely rare constitution known as the Archeon Five Elemental Body— a sacred physique believed to only manifest once in several millennia.
"Thunder Blaaast!" Little Tyler cried out adorably. A tiny spark of lightning leapt from his palm and fizzled into the air, scattering static across the leaves.
"Wind! Heed my Caaall!" he shouted again. This time, a gentle breeze stirred, picking up fallen petals and dancing around him in a spiral.
Watching from the side, the real Tyler— now a silent observer of this dream realm— folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Could it be... I was actually a genius?" he muttered.
Little Tyler continued his practice with eager energy. He moved through the Lava and Wood techniques fluidly, surprising even his teachers with how smoothly he could manipulate such diverse energies.
Then came the final technique— Ice.
"Mystic Iceeeee Artsssss!" Little Tyler exclaimed, and concentrated his qi into his palm. A blade of crystal-clear ice formed, elegant and pure. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed it toward a nearby wooden dummy. The blade exploded on contact, freezing part of the dummy solid.
The real Tyler blinked. "That... that technique..." His heart stirred. "Cool..."