Chapter 63: Combat Training
"Let's begin with something simple." Elder Molric said as he raised his hand. "We'll need a proper training ground first."
My eyes widened as crimson light flowed from his fingers, forming complex runic patterns in the air. The runes expanded rapidly, covering the entire laboratory in a glowing network that hurt my eyes to look at directly.
"Master," Azure commented, "the spatial complexity of these formations is... remarkable."
He wasn't wrong. Each rune seemed to twist in ways that shouldn't be possible, like looking at a four-dimensional object projected into three-dimensional space. And there were thousands of them, all perfectly synchronized.
Then reality... shifted.
The laboratory's walls began to ripple and flow like water, expanding outward impossibly far. The ceiling rose until it vanished into darkness, while the floor transformed into natural terrain - grass, rocks, and even a small stream appeared as if they'd always been there.
I struggled to process what I was seeing.
Intellectually, I knew that higher-ranked practitioners could do incredible things. The novels I'd read were full of immortals reshaping mountains and creating pocket dimensions. Hell, my own cultivation method entailed creating a universe.
But seeing something like this firsthand, watching someone casually manipulate reality itself...