Defiance of the Fall

Chapter 1171: Finding an Answer

Catheyaʼs eyes snapped open, and she took a shuddering breath. It was a big mistake. Icy liquid poured into her lungs, nourishing the frigid chill that had already invaded her body. She was drowning, entombed, in the dark waters far beneath the surface. Desperate and confused, her mind latched onto a comforting memory.

Her plight was oddly familiar to her first visit to the depths of the Abyssal Lake, even if this experience had ensconced her in utmost cold. Back then, sheʼd been overwhelmed by boundless Death to the point sheʼd questioned her heritage. Thankfully, she eventually found the common thread, and the lake grew more hospitable.

The similarity helped Catheya rein in her confused and panicky state. The liquid gate suddenly felt like a womb. The change in perception didnʼt award a sudden immunity to the immense chill, but it let her rouse her Three Purities and harmonize with the surroundings. It was a feeble defense since the past days had left her utterly drained. As luck would have it, she had another item to protect her.

Catheya shifted her attention to the three crystals secured within her robe, each exuding ancient cold that resonated with the podʼs turbid waters. They were still there, existing as physical objects. Catheya had been uncertain theyʼd be waiting for her when waking up, considering she still couldnʼt tell whether her journey had been taken with flesh or spirit. Hopefully, three was enough.

She held onto the feeling of Ice and Death becoming one as she dug through the tundra. Unfortunately, the sense of overlap was gone when she reached the surface. Death receded when faced with the blistering winds, mimicking the retreat of Death before Ice within her body. Yet a smile spread across her face as she looked at the swirling belts of glimmering ice overhead.

Her idea was feasible.

Catheyaʼs abyssal eyes turned to the desolate fields before her. It was the same view as the one greeting her when her return from the Perennial Vastness was interrupted.

Sheʼd pushed herself to the brink of collapse in her desire to return to Zacʼs side. More than forming her core, Catheya had looked forward to seeing the shock on his face when he saw what sheʼd accomplished. A liquid core combining the essence of Abyssal Death with frigid waters like those sheʼd endured for years inside the Tears of Belsim. A core that was an ocean while her pathways became tributaries.

Those desires were dashed when the transportation sphere spat her out in this hellish environment, where her newfound pride was quickly pushed down a peg. The cold was so overbearing she only managed to rotate a trickle of energy. The rest was frozen solid, like a river enduring a blistering winter. It was the same for her soul, even her heart.

Taking a single step had felt like a tribulation as punishing as Heavenly Lightning. Thank the Heavens sheʼd already stepped onto the path of Harmonization. It was barely enough to avoid being frozen solid, though it didnʼt solve her predicament. There was no contacting home or calling for help in this glacial world, and Catheya would die the moment her soul was drained, and the Harmonization failed.

Sheʼd refused to give in, stubbornly taking one step after another in the direction that best resonated with her path, hoping it would lessen her burden. She wanted to walk out of the tundra that way or at least find a spot that wasnʼt so monstrously cold. Flying would have been faster, but how was that possible with her energy frozen solid? Not to mention, the sharp winds above the valleys would have frozen her into an ice cube.

Any thoughts of home, Zac, her cultivation, and the future were eventually trapped in ice. Only the cold remained, occupying the entirety of her mind. No, the cold and her determination to keep going. It was only later she realized her trek took two months, when the distance traversed could have been covered in a couple of hours.

The person who stumbled into the small abode that day was different from the one who began the journey. Every part of her had been harshly tempered by the environment. It was a rebirth through suffering. Even her Daos had jumped forward because of the intense strain. Her [Black Ice Cosmos] had

seen

the greatest transformation, where the fusion between Ice and Death seemed refined over decades.

Today, that Earthly Domain was strong enough to seize control over a small piece of the tundra, and she moved like the wind between crags and frozen trees. The journey was still arduous, and it almost felt like the damp robe caressing her body was on fire. It was the lingering cold of the place she almost failed to escape. A realm that could possibly match the Abyssal Lake in power.

The simple abode eventually came into view, and the unbearable cold suddenly disappeared. It was still all around her, even stronger than before. However, it was as though the cold itself had been frozen and rendered unable to act on its surroundings.

Catheya exhaled and drove the chilly water out of her robes before entering, creating a sparkling shroud of ancient water in her wake. Unfortunately, she couldnʼt do the same with the cold that had dug into the depths of her bones.

”Teacher,” Catheya said, bowing with genuine deference.

The woman sitting in the back of the simple wooden cottage looked the same as when they first met. Beautiful, tranquil, and distant. Catheya called her teacher, but there was no official bond of discipleship between the two. Catheya didnʼt even know her full name. It had taken her over a month of wheedling just to get the name Hivissul.

Hivissul was like the world around her, unchanging. She rarely moved, except once a week when she watered the clay pot by her side. She wore a deep-blue robe made from icy silk, her horns looked like dead trees covered in frost, and her graceful features could have been cut from white marble. Despite her elegant appearance, hiding the domineering aura her body passively exuded was impossible.

The brutal air only pureblooded dragons possessed.

It had been a huge shock to stumble onto such a peerless existence at the end of her arduous journey, and the stubborn determination that had kept Catheya going almost collapsed from an innate, primal fear of the predator before her. There were many races of dragons, but a pureblood adult should be at least an Autarch. Hivissulʼs mere presence would have disintegrated Catheya if she hadnʼt allowed her approach.

There was one more thing that gave Catheya some confidence sheʼd survive their first meeting.

”How was it?” Hivissul asked, opening her eyes.

The miasmic azure felt like the true face of Death, and Catheya was close to having her path realigned to the path in the depths of Hivissulʼs pupils. Her teacher might be a dragon, but she was also undead. Unfortunately, that was pretty much all sheʼd been able to gather since arriving. Hivissul ignored any inquiries into her background, though she had confirmed she wasnʼt part of the Undead Empire. Neither did it seem sheʼd awakened naturally.

The vast difference in cultivation made it difficult to find the usual clues, but Catheya believed sheʼd been realigned in the prime of her life. Whether it was the work of a Supreme Lich or a blessed ground was impossible to say, though the fact she remained unattached indicated the latter.

Catheya didnʼt know why Hivissul stayed in this small homestead despite her overwhelming strength. Catheya didnʼt even know whether the woman before her was the reason her teleportation had failed. The dragon had taken her appearance in stride, seemingly not caring what Catheya did. Catheya couldnʼt even pretend to be so indifferent.

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It had only taken a glance to realize Hivissulʼs cultivation and Dao far surpassed any being Catheya had ever encountered, and their affinities were even a match. Despite being anxious to return, Catheya knew she couldnʼt ignore such a monumental opportunity. She still hadnʼt worked up the courage to officially ask for discipleship, fearing it would prematurely end this huge opportunity.

However, her recent trial was hopefully the first step in that direction.

”I only found three,” Catheya admitted, taking out the [Permafrost Lodes]. Suddenly, the small pieces sheʼd suffered to find felt somewhat lackluster, so Catheya quickly added something she hoped would better her chances. ”But the visit allowed me to confirm my idea was feasible. I will be able to stay longer in the future after incorporating what I learned into my Earthly Domain.”

When Catheya first arrived, the dragon had simply ignored her. Unwilling to give up, Catheya spent the next few weeks cleaning and beautifying the surroundings. The cultivation environment was unmatched, but it was simply too dull. Catheya assumed Hivissul enjoyed gardening since she was watering a pot, so sheʼd built a whole garden around the house.

Finally, Hivissul awarded her efforts by handing her a manual called [Three Purities] and a gem-studded necklace. Its name was simple, but the technique was extraordinary. It was an Ice-Death Fusion Manual that cleansed and harmonized oneʼs three fundamentals: Body, Heart, and Soul.

It was Body Tempering, yet it wasnʼt. The same could be true for the Soul and Heart. Cultivating it wouldnʼt put your constitution on par with a powerful Body Tempering Cultivator, and your soul wouldnʼt be a match to a Mentalistʼs.

It was a unique method Catheya hadnʼt seen before that purified and linked Heart, Soul, and Body into one unbreakable whole. No aspect would stand out, yet none would be lacking. You would become flawless like a pristine piece of ice. Bottlenecks would become easier to overcome, and she wouldnʼt lack in any aspect of her cultivation. And with her fundamentals evolving and harmonizing, every aspect of her cultivation would benefit.

However, Catheya quickly ran into a problem. The technique was a perfect fit, having already been modified to use Death and Ice to cultivate. And yet, Catheya was unable to practice the method without drawing from the limited energy contained in the necklaceʼs twelve gemstones. She could use her Draugr heritage to barely provide pure enough Death for [Three Purities], but neither Dao, treasures, nor the tundra could provide the cold she required.

The issue was very similar to the one Catheya had encountered with her own creation of fusing Earthly and Heavenly Harmonization and Dao Domain into an Earthly Domain she called [Black Ice Cosmos]. Just getting this far was already a huge accomplishment, but Catheya wasnʼt satisfied with just this. Her creation was taxing to use and limited in effect if channeled in a hostile environment.

How was her Dao supposed to contend with the true cosmos before she reached the peak?

She needed to add a power that would let her Earthly Domain fully override the ambient Dao for long enough to finish her battle. Relying on her ancestry was the obvious choice. Sheʼd infuse the Abyssal Lake into her domain, using her bloodline as the conduit. However, doing so would skew its nature too heavily into Death, clashing with the direction sheʼd decided.

The Earthly Domain needed balance, but few things could match up to the power of the ancestral lake hidden within her bloodline. As with the [Three Purities], the problem was the Dao of Ice. She had the affinity yet lacked the heritage and foundations.

Catheya wracked her brain trying to figure out a solution, hoping the unique environment held the answers she sought. The necklace couldnʼt be relied on. Sheʼd only be able to set foundations before running head-first into an unbridgeable bottleneck. Practicing a manual to such a shallow degree was worse than not practicing at all. At the same time, Catheya sensed that refusing to practice it meant rejecting Hivissulʼs teachings, severing their tenuous Karmic Link.

The problem consumed Catheyaʼs every waking moment, but she ultimately came up short. Ultimately, she approached Hivissul to explain her problem rather than doggedly searching for solutions out in the wild. The impartment had been a test of character, or as Hivissul put it, ʼBlindly following severs the future. Traveling alone will send you down winding paths.ʼ

The dragon then provided the path forward. There were dozens of gateways beneath the tundra, leading to a realm Catheya had never heard of before. The Permafrost Gorge, a lower plane holding the chill of multiple Eras. Using one of the gateways to collect lodestones could solve her problem with the ice, with the caveat being that the gorge was incredibly dangerous for a low-grade cultivator such as herself.

The only way to survive her was by reaching preliminary mastery of [Three Purities], which was what the necklace was for. Even then, sheʼd only survive a short visit. Worse, the gorgeʼs deadly chill would infiltrate oneʼs body, becoming a poison that would severely damage her foundation.

It was a gamble. Either pass on the opportunity or bet your life on it. The lodestones were the key to dispelling the cold poison and practicing [Three Purities]. Finding enough meant solving her bottlenecks and continuing her tutelage. Failing meant death or her foundations so damaged she might not recover in time for Ultom. Perhaps ever.

Catheya chose to roll the dice, and the jury was still out on the result. She found the lodestones, but the ancient frost was still digging deeper into her body.

”Feasibility was never the issue,” Hivissul calmly said, not bothering to look at the stones Catheya faced true death searching for. ”Fate is key.”

”Are three enough?” Catheya asked nervously. ”I can feel the chill digging into my bones.”

The dragon didnʼt answer for almost a minute. ”Of the three, which do you feel is best suited?”

Catheyaʼs brows furrowed in confusion as she looked down at the three pieces of unmeltable ice in her hand. Was it another test?

Hivissul never explained how to use the [Permafrost Lodestones]. The dragon said explaining it before proving herself was meaningless. Catheya had assumed the more stones, the better. She found one the first day, so sheʼd set a goal to find five before the realm overwhelmed her. If that werenʼt enough, sheʼd train and head back until she had bags full of the things.

Now, it looked like only one was needed. So which one should she use?

Catheya scrutinized the three pieces. They all looked roughly the same, resembling uncut gemstones the size of a fingernail. If one looked closely, you could see their uneven surfaces were a tapestry of natural runes. Should she pick the one with the densest runes? Or the one whose icy energy was slightly stronger?

One held superior truth, the other superior energy. And yet Catheyaʼs gaze stopped at the one that excelled at neither. It was the last one she found just before escaping. The place she found it wasnʼt special, and it didnʼt harmonize with her in a way the others failed. Yet, there was something about it that pulled her closer.

”Fate…” Catheya whispered as she picked up the stone. ”This one, I guess.”

”Good. To have been chosen by three lodestones is decent. For one of them to be a True Faestone proves youʼve been chosen,” Hivissul said, and a rare smile appeared on her face as the other two stones floated into the air. ”It wasnʼt meant to be.”

Catheya looked on with surprise as immense waves of energy burst from the small crystals before they collapsed onto themselves. The lingering aura of spatial ice indicated they had gone back home, without Hivissulʼs help. Catheya looked at the remaining crystal with marvel. These little things hid such amazing power?

”Chosen for what? And by whom?”

”As a friend of the gorge by its denizens.”

”There are actually beings living there? It looked and felt completely lifeless,” Catheya said.

”Some would consider the Fae of the gorge as Natural Formations or unusual energy loci. However, as a being of Death, you should understand that the rules of existence are not cut in stone.”

”So this is a living thing?” Catheya asked.

”You will have to figure out that answer yourself,” Hivissul said. ”Remember never to betray the trust. You are not strong enough to pay the price of disloyalty. When the Earth turns its back against you, so will the Heavens.”

”What should I do now?”

”As I said. You have to find the answers for yourself,” Hivissul said as a gate opened before Catheya. ”Only then will the triumvirate path open.”

Catheya inwardly grimaced but didnʼt let any displeasure show on her face. Her teacher seemed unwilling to explain further or even solve the creeping frost. The test wasnʼt over.

At least the dragon hadnʼt discarded her. The gateway didnʼt lead to the Permafrost Gorge or off the tundra. The cultivation cave sheʼd dug for herself in a mountain right at the edge of Hivissulʼs domain waited on the other side of the portal. Half of it held the full fury of the blistering cold outside, while the other was under the control of Hivissulʼs domain.

The unique environment had given her plenty of insights into the Dao of Ice, and the remote location allowed her to cultivate without disturbing her teacherʼs rest. It looked like she had to seclude herself and figure out how to use a True Faestone before the ancient frost crippled her.

Catheya was anxious to get started, but she stopped just as she was about to pass through.

”If I succeed—”

”Then Iʼll uphold my promise,” Hivissul said, her eyes closing. ”I will take you to the Fifth Pillar.”

”As I said before, The Starbeast Alliance is contending for the pillar...” Catheya hesitated. ”What if—”

”The Starbeast Alliance will not stop my advance. As for the trial itself, I will not interfere,” the dragon said, and Catheya felt a wind push her through the gate. ”Remember, face the Earth, face the Heavens. Only an open heart can let divinity inside.”