I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 171

For an average person, they could easily repeat the Requiem syllables in their mind under normal circumstances. Naturally, when a person was in the water, they would have trouble breathing, and that would be enough to prevent them from calmly recalling the syllables. It was even harder for any of them to ensure their pronunciation was accurate.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

He could finally recite the entire thing underwater. Of course, he spelled it out in his mind. His brainwaves were turned as tightly as a rope through the power of syllables.

It was an incredible thing.

Hearing thunder in a silent place was a special feeling that allowed one to fully experience the power of lightning.

The subtlety of the syllables could only be truly experienced in a noisy place because one could only listen to it through one's dedicated focus.

As Jonathan sat at the bottom of the river, he no longer needed the Ultra Sun Moon Mantra in order to silence his mind.

All the sensations of his body had been abandoned, and there was nothing but serenity left in his mind.

Then, he began to recite the syllables in his mind. The immortal god of the valley is called truth. The door of truth connects heaven and earth. If it exists, its use of it is not diligent. The five colors blind the eyes. The five sounds deaf the ears. The five tastes pleasure the mouth. Hunting makes the heart race.

A rare good blocks the path...

The mysterious syllables danced in his mind as they harmonized with his brain waves.

At that moment, power surged into his calm mind. His brain waves immediately compiled the syllables into a sort of power-like spirit.

It was then something truly profound occurred.

It could be described as a mysterious wonder.

Once the Syllable Power was formed, he felt as if he had obtained a powerful spirit that he could control in his body.

Sounds were the oldest form of power, and each syllable represented different power.

That particular Syllable Power allowed the user to understand the mystery of the body and find the mysterious Bloodgate.

It was then he understood the principles of Bloodgate's existence.

Bloodgate was the same as the Braincore in the mind because it was equivalent to the Haemocore in a person's body.

It was the origin of power.

It was as though Jonathan lit up a light in his body that he used to search for his Haemocore.

Whoosh!

After an unknown amount of time passed, his body began warning him that he could no longer endure the pressure of the river.

After all, a human body had its limits.

Knowing he could not delay it, he immediately resurfaced and headed to the shore.

Being a smart man, he knew when to stop.

I've been cultivating Requiem in order to hear thunder in a silent place and listen to the subtlety of the syllables in a noisy place. However, now that I've experienced the wonder of the syllables, there's no need to return to the bottom of the river anymore. Grandpa didn't go there every day, after all. It's just a cultivation method. I have developed my own abilities now.

Once his train of thoughts halted, he sat by the river and meditated.

It did not matter if the wind was loud or his body was freezing. He was able to ignore it all and enter a silent place in his mind.

The Syllable Power formed in his body quickly as he continued to use it to look for Bloodgate.

The Syllable Power swam crazily in his body.

Unfortunately, despite his efforts, he could not find where the Bloodgate was.

Jonathan opened his eyes and stopped his cultivation.

At the same moment, the Syllable Power vanished instantly.

That was because the Syllable Power was the same as spirit. Once breathing resumed, it would vanish. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He began pondering his failure. Why can't I feel the Bloodgate? Why?

It took a while before he realized something. I think I know what's going on now. The Bloodgate must be hidden deep inside my body. If it's that easy to find, many experts would've found it. It's not something I should search for. It's something I should feel for. Requiem's Syllable Power and the Bloodgate complement each other. I should feel, not search!

His eyes were filled with determination before he took in a deep breath to continue his cultivation.

Soon, the Syllable Power formed in his mind as he went motionless.

He sat there for three hours before a mysterious feeling guided him through the Syllable Power.

It was the Bloodgate!

He immediately used the Syllable Power to chase after that mysterious power.

Finally, the Syllable Power arrived at his layer of cells.

“Break!” He used the Syllable Power to pierce through the layer of cells.

When the layer broke, the fierce power inside immediately sucked in Syllable Power.

It's the Bloodgate! The Haemocore!

Jonathan was overjoyed as he could feel the center of his blood.

It was like the ocean that all rivers flowed into.

Requiem stored all the blood inside the Haemocore to condense and hide it.

At that moment, he had achieved the Door of Enlightenment.

His Bloodgate, his Haemocore, was opened.

He suppressed the joy in his heart before letting his Haemocore absorb his body's blood.

After a while, he felt dizzy because he was rapidly losing blood to his Haemocore.

He was experiencing anemia.

That prompted him to halt his cultivation so he could stop losing more blood.

Then Jonathan began to create blood with his bone marrow.

His bone marrow created blood while his Haemocore absorbed them.

It was a mysterious wonder.

The human body is really unfathomable and mysterious! That thought shot into his mind. It's such a shame that a normal person only really uses their Haemocore to create blood platelets and strengthen their body's mechanisms.

Bone marrow created blood according to a person's volume.

In just the blink of an eye, he had created enough blood to fill a warehouse.

Three days later, his Haemocore was finally full.

If his cultivation went well, he could instantly release two thousand kilograms' worth of power.

An attack like that needed to be executed perfectly or else he would explode.

Also, the reason Haemocore became full was that it had a pretty small volume. The reason being Jonathan still needed training. As he continued to strengthen his body, his Haemocore would grow stronger.

The volume of the Haemocore was the same as the brain cell development. Both were equally unimaginable.

Another three days passed before his body reached an equilibrium.

Currently, in front of the river, he shouted before releasing the Great Sage Seal and Rolling Thunder Punch.

The vitality in his body was flowing like a mighty torrent. His eyes turned red as he entered a crazed state.

Each of his punches displayed strength that matched two thousand kilograms' worth of force.

It was basically the equivalent of Peak Celestial Soul.

Ten seconds later, he stopped. His body shook, and he fainted.

His body was not prepared to harness that much power yet.

After a long while, he finally woke up.

The moment that he did, he felt extremely exhausted, and his entire body was in great pain.

Furrowing his brow, he began to heal his body motionlessly.

Vitality began to flow into his Haemocore and body.

Half an hour later, he was fully recovered. This isn't good. If I can't kill my opponent in ten seconds, I'll be dead. Even if I can take them out in ten seconds, once I pass out, any random thug can kill me.

Standing up, he took a deep breath. I'll fix the next attempt at eight seconds.

His blood was flowing rapidly as he unleashed two thousand kilograms' worth of power.

Eight seconds later, he managed to stand mostly still.

The blood in his body was like a mighty torrent; the blood in his mind was in a similar state.

He was getting pretty dizzy. No! This won't do!

When Jonathan recovered, he tried it again.

After a few rounds of experimentation, he found out he could sustain his powerful state for five seconds.

Once he went over that timeframe, his body would begin to break down, and side effects would start appearing.

Nonetheless, he was still pretty happy with the result because five seconds was enough for him to do a lot of things.

Besides, with continuous cultivations, his body would grow stronger, and the duration would extend as well. Once he reached Peak Celestial Soul, he would be able to unleash four thousand kilograms worth of force.

Four thousand kilograms! Haha! I can't imagine how powerful I'll be when I'm that strong. Right now, I feel as if I'm driving a race car with a nitrous oxide system installed. I'll be able to unleash an unbelievably explosive power in an instant!

Those who drove a race car would know once the system was turned on, the speed of their vehicle would increase rapidly.

Exhaling deep breath, Jonathan raised his head. It was already five in the afternoon.

Night in Yaleview came quickly as the sky was already quite dark.

Feeling rather cold, he drove his car back home swiftly.

When he was back in the Harrington mansion, Yareth and Catherine were eating their dinner.

Jonathan greeted the both of them.

Giving him a plain glance, Catherine resumed her meal.

On the other hand, Yareth smiled. “Come and eat with us. We didn't know when you were coming back, so we started eating first.”

“It's fine.” Jonathan smiled.

As he sat down, Bruce promptly put a plate and utensils in front of Jonathan

When he was seated, he stared at Yareth and informed, “I've opened my Bloodgate, Grandpa.”

“Oh?” The old man was unsurprised. “That's good.”

Even if Jonathan did not tell him, he could already tell.

The reason Jonathan kept quiet about it until that point was because he believed he had not achieved the proper cultivation for it yet.

Catherine was surprised. “You got it?”

“Yes,” he confirmed with a nod.

Smiling, Yareth chimed in, “You may be a genius, Catherine, but Jonathan is not necessarily worse than you.”

Growing silent, she continued to eat her meal somberly.

Thinking about Polly and Mabel, Jonathan turned to Yareth. “Can I teach Requiem to other people, Grandpa?”

That was what he was like. Whenever he got something good, he would share it with his friends.

Hearing that, the old man smiled slightly. “You'll be the head of the Harrington family in the future. Since Requiem belongs to the Harrington family, I'll respect your decision on the matter.”