SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 737: A Foundation That Can Grow

Leon added another branch without dismantling the Foundation around it. This time, the rest of the circulation continued while the new return settled.

His work had continued alongside the women’s preparations. The first nine branches had given him a working basis, never a limit to his affinities. During the fifth month, he began testing small Metal and Wood routes alongside them, applying the same principles to different demands.

Metal favored a narrower passage in this arrangement; Wood required more room to distribute its flow. He worked through the adjustments and watched them for a fortnight. Then he changed their input while leaving the original branches active.

Adding them was easier than removing their supply. When he cut the Metal intake, the remaining flow drained toward the empty branch and unsettled the neighboring returns. He caught the imbalance before it hurt him, but had to stop that trial.

For several days he tried to support the branch with smaller quantities. That hid the problem without solving it. He would not always have the right material ready, even with the crystal working beside him.

He returned to the junction and changed how it accepted an inactive route. The passage could remain available without drawing the rest of the circulation toward it. When he tested the revised arrangement, he let Metal dwindle gradually, then cut its input outright. Both times the other branches continued.

He wrote the result down, smiled, and underlined it once.

The whole structure accommodated the addition. By the seventh month, he had finished the Foundation design and tested the revisions against the combinations available to him. Higher realms would impose different demands. He had finally completed the part he was cultivating now.

Then came cultivation, which was slower.

Ore and stored energy passed through the crystal and into his growing Foundation. His meridians strengthened around the new circulation. The Qi Sea deepened and the platform steadied beneath it. The native framework was becoming a better vessel for strength his body and Hearts already possessed.

At the start of the eighth month, he felt the shift. The platform settled into a new density, and the whole structure rose with it.

Late Foundation.

He didn’t stop. He kept the circulation running through the change, and that was the real test. It held.

Three more months of cultivation brought the sea, platform, meridians, and body into a stable harmony. He recognized the change during a morning session. The structure no longer felt as though its parts needed constant correction to support one another.

Peak Foundation Establishment.

He sat with the result long enough to enjoy it. Then he stood. He had several weeks left to test it before their planned year ended.

He began with the test he had failed on the Steps: walking through a change in supply without stopping to manage it.

He walked the edge of the accelerated area with the circulation running and changed what he fed it as he went. A handful of fire-converted ore, then nothing but what the air gave off, then a jar of sanctuary water. Each change rippled through the holding spaces and was absorbed. The center barely moved.

Then he drew his sword.

He practiced familiar sword movements while changing the native circulation beneath them. Wind gave way to lightning, then fire and space. His retained abilities had always been available; now the newly built Foundation supported those changes without the small interruptions that had annoyed him on the terraces.

Near the end, he ran fire and ice through the same cut using the revised native circulation. The center strained. He gave it his full attention and corrected the returns without stopping the movement.

It held.

Difficult is fine. I can practice difficult.

Seraphine waited at the edge of the practice area until he lowered his sword.

”You lifted your shoulder before the change,” she said.

Leon glanced at it. ”Did I?”

”Twice. You were concentrating on something inside.”

She showed him the movement, small enough that he would have dismissed it from anyone else. In a fight, someone watching closely would have advance warning of when he meant to change his attack.

”Again?” he asked.

Seraphine drew her sword. ”Until you stop telling me.”

They kept the exchange controlled. She touched his shoulder with the flat three times before he learned to make the adjustment without preparing his whole body for it. When she finally missed the cue, he grinned at her and nearly lost the next exchange for being pleased with himself.

The Foundation section of the Formless Myriad Scripture was complete. It could take changing intake, unequal flows, and new combinations without being rebuilt each time. Golden Core would be another matter entirely, but this part was done.

Seraphine used the long interval to refine her existing Core. She practiced faster changes between lightning and light, then repeated them until they remained precise when she was tired. Near the end, she split a falling leaf into four pieces with successive cuts.

”Mid Golden Core is closer,” she told Leon beside the fire. ”I’m staying here until these transitions are as easy as the old ones.”

Vyra gave the crystal a controlled fire sample from her cultivation and measured the output. It reproduced the elemental supply, not the will and technique that shaped her Crownfire. The loss was greater than in Leon’s first trial, but the result still gave her a useful way to prepare fuel. She set aside the four best Hearthseal stones Ira hadn’t used and studied the sanctuary observations for her own condensation.

”I know more clearly what I need now,” Vyra told him. ”I’m not going to rush the last part just because those two finished first.”

On the last night, they ate together at the table under Vyra’s cloth.

The path between the table and Leon’s practice platform had worn into the grass. Loriel’s seedlings needed larger beds, and Ira had cut her hair twice. Eleven months and several weeks of shared work were visible wherever he looked.

Ira reached over and stole a piece of fruit from Leon’s plate, and he let her.

He had spent much of the year wanting to finish. Now he looked at the table, their mismatched cups, and the place Loriel had insisted they leave free for her flowers. They would carry everything away after breakfast. He found himself reaching for another piece of fruit simply to have a reason to sit there longer.

”A year,” Seraphine said, looking around. ”It felt like a year.”

”It was a year,” Loriel replied. ”For us.”

”Nine hours for everyone else,” said Vyra. She stood. ”And we should go back before someone opens that door.”

They returned to the cell the following morning, roughly nine outside hours after entering. Leon checked the closed aperture before opening the stone door.

He stepped out onto the terrace and stopped.

The hollow had gone quiet. Tobin’s green coats were standing in a cluster near the stair, very still. Orrin’s blue coats were gathered at the eastern edge with their hands near their weapons.

Down on the central floor, at the foot of the column of light, an old man in gray was sitting on the empty white cradle, looking up at the terraces.

He was looking straight at Leon.