The Innkeeper

Chapter 1272 Distractions

Chapter 1272 Distractions

Profane energy was a dark, all consuming energy that ate and absorbed everything into itself, able to corrupt and destroy everything. In comparison, divine energy was a purer energy that could transform into any other kind of energy it needed to be, and accomplish miracles.

In theory, both energies could not be casually wielded and required very specific circumstances, or beings to be able to control. Lex was already beginning to learn about laws, though he hadn't technically spent any proper time contemplating it. The next thing he needed to understand were energies.

Different energies enabled different things, and using the right kind of energy in the right circumstances would produce a greater effect.

Prior to the immortal realm, cultivators were too weak for the variance in energy performances to matter, which is why they randomly just absorbed energy. Yet what mortal cultivators deemed as spiritual energy was actually just a mix of countless other energies.

If, for example, Lex absorbed energies that were more inclined towards laws associated with the cold, and used them to fuel his Golden Inferno, the resulting effect would not be anywhere near what he would produce if he used energies which had a propensity for fire or explosions.

Such a simple concept was easily understood, and needed no contemplation. It was the further subtleties of energy that Lex needed to ponder. For example, even energies had hierarchies, and higher, rarer level energies decayed into more abundant, yet weaker and more common forms of energies.

Similarly, weak and abundant energies could be fused to form higher levels of energies, but that was too difficult a task, and not something Lex could achieve just yet. Moreover, the energies were extremely complex, as different environments would produce the same kind of energy, but different affinities.

This was the kind of extremely complex and esoteric subject that could not be pondered or comprehended without sufficient mental power. After all, sword intent was also a kind of energy, yet it was created solely and completely through a wielder's state of mind. How that was possible confounded Lex.

After all, if all that was required was the state of mind, then it was theoretically possible for a complete, mundane mortal to have a sword intent that could hurt immortals. Of course, it was only theoretically possible, and for such a thing to actually happen was completely absurd and impossible. The point was that energies were not as easy to understand as they seemed, and required some study.

"Hey guys, nice to meet you," Lex said as he teleported right in the middle of the Profanites. "My name is Lex."

As the Defiler took over, the body language of all the Profanites suddenly changed, and they looked at Lex in unison, as if they were completely in synchronization with each other.

"You dare to stand in my way, vermin?" They spoke together, forming a chorus. "Do you know who I am?"

"Not really. But if you won't attack, I will."

Lex was distracting himself with his intention to study energies. In truth, he was suppressing a great deal of frustration. As the orchestrator of this massive battle, he had already done what he could. The chips had fallen, and Sanguis Pluvia was doomed.

But Damian was nowhere in sight, and he himself was too weak to vent his anger on the actual people responsible. He could, at most, just fight those random underlings being summoned in this Mirage.

In a way, his revenge was being exacted - about as much of it as there could be, but at the same time he was left feeling dissatisfied. So he decided to share that dissatisfaction with as many people as possible.

When Lex attacked, even with the Defiler controlling the Profanites bodies, they could not defend at all. In a matter of minutes they were dead. Fortunately, Lex took the opportunity to read their memories.

He was mostly just interested in learning about their understanding about energies, but he also learned something interesting. The Defilers had since long ago been hunted down to the point of extinction within the Origin realm, with only a very few of them surviving.

The survivors were hidden where they could not be found - yet Lex learned about a special project they were working on within the Champions tourney. He wondered if Giselle would be interested in learning about it?

He put those thoughts aside for now, and instead threw himself into another fight. Within the Mirage, that's really all he could do - which was not so different from how he expected things to turn out.

The next part of the plan was up to Regis.