Two days went by in an endless cycle of cultivation and practice.
Cale was starting to get used to his new technique, the Supreme Nihility Chaos Genesis Scripture settling into his meridians, such a grand name must be somewhat better than others, right.
He could even produce some amount of black flame himself now—violet-tinged wisps that danced across his palms with almost hypnotic beauty.
Of course, the effect it had was way too negligible compared to what the system promised.
The flames barely singed a wooden post when he directed them full force, nothing like the "instant atomic decomposition" the description boasted about. But then again, considering the technique was supposedly created by literal god-level entities before the universe even had proper structure, he'd need to reach the Celestial realm to tap into even a fraction of its true power.
And that...would take around three to four centuries. Even for a genius.
