I am an Eldritch Entity-Chapter 184: Batches of black smoke arriving

The last time the black smoke had begun eroding his identity, his cultivation practice technique had started running, countering the identity erasure of black smoke.

Eryndor's gaze fell on the symbol of scales which had stopped shaking, while the Cloak symbol resumed vibrating before moving towards Daoisto.

The black smoke is inefficient, more of it would probably mix with my existence soon.

Eryndor quickly recognised what was happening.

Due to his weak will, it was the black smoke which had stepped in, and due to focusing the majority of its attention on the tug of war of authority, its influence on identity erasure was less than usual.

I need to start circulating my cultivation technique.

While he was in the right mind, Eryndor quickly began circulating the cultivation practice technique.

As expected, the identity erosion quickly slowed down as he used more and more Qi to control it through the meridians.

If he had some kind of clairvoyance ability or the capability to gaze at the inner workings of his body, he would've noticed that his circulation route had lit up with golden light.

Feeling the pain lessen, Eryndor began diverting more of his energy towards his own ability.

He didn't fail to recognise that the Cloak referred to his own Sovereign's Cloak.

I can't afford to lose it.

Indeed, the speed with which the Cloak moved towards Daoisto slowed down but just then, another batch of black smoke escaped from the Mind Palace.

"Arghhhhh."

Eryndor crumpled on the floor as extraordinary pain assaulted his mind once again.

Indeed, a single batch had less effect than usual, but what if the quantity increased? The pain would likewise stack.

Whatever rationality he had recovered began fading away at a quick pace as another batch of black smoke arrived.

All the experience of last time had begun repeating, just at an even greater scale.

His body was still there, but his mind was drowning in the unbearable weight of something vast, something infinite.

The suffering wasn't physical at all, not even one bit.

It didn't feel like his mind was being attacked either.

Eryndor just felt he was being erased.

His very existence felt at threat.

"Arghhhhh."

He clutched his head, and began wriggling on the hard black floor of the platform.

It was an unimaginable level of torment.

He couldn't remember anything, everytime he tried to 'think', nothing came up.

In fact, he didn't know if he was even attempting to think. Everything felt blank.

He couldn't recollect any kind of memory.

He couldn't even so much as think that something had gone wrong. He could just passively resist the onslaught.

There were no memories, no thoughts, no feelings, no sensation, literally nothing.

Everything felt like it had been erased.

Only pain remained. The pain of vanishing from existence.

The Cloak moving towards Daoisto finally stopped at this point.

The cultivation route was bright golden, with Qi circulating through it at higher speeds than before.

It was as if it was exerting itself to the limit.

Turns out, it wasn't enough.

Eryndor completely lost consciousness as he crumpled on the floor, a situation which hadn't occurred the previous time.

The suffering continued, his identity continued being erased from the fabric of existence.

His cultivation was insufficient.

Not enough to fight against the black smoke.

However, as if Eryndor had foreseen this situation, something miraculous happened.

More golden lights lit up in his body.

This time, they didn't continue illuminating the route of cultivation practice technique, no, this time they pointed to different things.

A few specks of golden light lit up near the heart.

A few of them lit up in his brain.

Lastly, his entire body lit up with golden light.

The practice techniques he had registered in his memory after scanning them through the minds of team Yetoren had finally come in use.

The cultivation practice technique was still running all this time, using Qi as a source and meridians as a medium.

The magic practice technique activated, using Mana as a source and mana core as a medium.

A faint shape of mana core began forming near Eryndor's heart.

The suffering lessened.

The demonic practice technique began running, using Mana as a source and mana core as a medium.

Impressively, none of the practice techniques collided with each other or impeded the activation of others.

His identity erasure slowed down by a notch.

The practice technique of mentalists began circulating, using Spiritual energy as the source, and mind sea, or as some people called it, mind space, as a medium.

The golden radiance which had lit up Eryndor's mind sea increased in intensity.

The torment his unconscious mind was weathering decreased, coming to a halt at last.

In the tug of wills, the Cloak finally returned to the starting point below the luminescent orb glowing plain white.

At this point, even the massive figure of Daoisto was exerting its full effort.

The situation was at a standstill, with no symbol of authority moving, but just then, another batch of black smoke escaped the Mind Palace.

The symbol of scales began shaking before gradually heading towards Eryndor.

Unfortunately, with the black smoke arrived a similar increase in force of existence removal.

The practice technique of Beast Tamers was initiated as well, using Internal energy as the source, and the body as the medium.

Of course, it didn't intrude upon the areas already under the domain of other energies, like meridians, mana core and mind sea.

The situation got better as his identity erasure, which had resumed, slowed down to a snail's pace.

Fortunately, there was still one power system left which could be used.

Lastly, the practice technique of Martial Artists was activated as well, using Internal energy as the source, and the body as a medium.

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By now, the golden radiance was even visible to the naked eye from the outside, without any need of clairvoyance based abilities.

It was faint, but it was still visible.

Finally, the suffering came to a halt.

And, the symbol of scales reached the unconscious Eryndor.