I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 462 Cultivate Magic

onathan smiled faintly. Naturally, he knew Torrence didn't mean what he said. They were practically the same kind of people. Both of them regarded brotherhood with great importance. The only difference between them was that Torrence was more of an idealist, with a clear-cut personality. To Torrence, there had to be a clear distinction between things that were right and wrong. He could've held a high position and great authority within Supreme Sect, being revered and honored by others. However, he gave up the privilege because he couldn't tolerate the deceit of Supreme Sect toward the public, and Supreme Sect was no longer the same religious group he idolized.

Hence, he decided to betray Supreme Sect.

At that moment, Jonathan held Torrence's hand, and in that instant, he gained insight into all of the latter's physical conditions. It was as if he was seeing into The Void, becoming connected to Torrence's body.

That ability could only be acquired through cultivating internal-style martial arts and was much more capable than any traditional medicine practitioner's pulse-taking techniques.

Although Torrence's combat skills were formidable, he didn't cultivate internal-style martial arts and hadn't trained every inch of his skin and cells. As a result, he didn't possess the ability like Jonathan.

Jonathan quickly discerned that Torrence's internal organs had indeed been wounded by Skylar's palm strike, causing the formation of delicate cracks. Moreover, traces of blood were also seeping through his organs. That injury was grave and fatal. In medical terms, it was undoubtedly a terminal condition with no cure.

One was first going to suffer from minor blood loss before deteriorating into organ failure.

However, because of Torrence's exceptional cultivation level, his internal organs' regenerative ability was much stronger than the average person, preventing the deterioration of his organs and allowing them to regenerate slowly.

That was the charm of having powerful vitality.

Old people often succumbed to injuries, while young people could recuperate in no time.

Upon gaining a better understanding of the severity of Torrence's condition, Jonathan said, “I know there's a healing technique in dragon magic that collects water and light elements in the air, using these two elements to speed up the recovery rate and hydrate your wound.” He paused briefly before adding, “However, I need to cultivate further to assess if I can help heal your injuries as soon as possible.”

Torrence nodded and replied, “We can't stay much longer in this Demon Palace either. At most, we can only remain for another three days. Theos has been utterly humiliated, and we've learned of many of her heinous acts, so she certainly won't let us live. Besides, I reckon she's also aware of Clarabelle, and I think Theos won't let Clarabelle live either since she's Holy Dragon's descendant. If Clarabelle matures, she'll pose a threat to Theos. It's safe to say that Theos wants all of us dead, and she'll likely come and slaughter us in person.”

He paused briefly and continued, “Our current location is over thirty thousand miles from Supreme Sect in Paradiso. Even if Theos uses flying magic, she'll need at least five days to reach us, so we're absolutely safe for the upcoming three days.”

Jonathan said, “One cannot make bricks without straw. I must heal your injuries first before we can

hurry on.”

Torrence asked confusedly, “What does 'one cannot make bricks without straw' mean?”

Jonathan was rendered speechless.

Yeverie chirped, “It means that one must first sharpen his tools if he is to do his work well.”

Jonathan chimed in and added, “He'll never understand if you talk to him about tools. You should tell him that if he wants to kill someone, he needs to sharpen his blade first.”

Clarity washed over Torrence.

Jonathan uttered, “This is the language of the main world. The culture of the main world is wide-ranging and profound, unlike the savage land of Moranta, where all you do is fight and kill.”

Torrence rolled his eyes, not bothering to entertain Jonathan.

Subsequently, Yeverie was done preparing the meal, and the aroma of the food filled the air inside the tent.

Jonathan's appetite was piqued, and everyone began to dig in happily. However, Torrence couldn't eat much because he was feeling unwell. He couldn't help but smile wryly and said, “It seems that having a healthy body is more valuable than any amount of gold and silver. Once the body falls ill, one will realize nothing is more important than good health.”

That was the undeniable truth.

Unfortunately, when people were healthy, they often forgot that being in the pink of health was the basic necessity to carry out life processes, just like how water and air were the most precious things, yet people often overlooked them.

After Jonathan finished eating, he felt full and warm.

Then, he thought of something and asked, “I've always been curious about something. Why can I use magic from all elements? Is it because I come from the main world, and people from there have a different body constitution than the natives here?”

Torrence glanced at Jonathan. “Yeverie is also from the main world. You can let her try out the Crystal Ball to determine whether you're a special case or if this applies to everyone from the main world.”

Jonathan's eyes lit up. “That's a feasible idea.” He immediately took out the Crystal Ball and handed it to Yeverie. “Yeverie, give it a try.”

She nodded and received the Crystal Ball.

Jonathan and Torrence gazed at her with anticipation.

However, no matter how she focused, the Crystal Ball didn't change color.

After some time, Yeverie uttered sheepishly, “Mr. Lawson, Mr. Torrence, I can't feel a thing.”

Torrence said, “I expected as much. Not everyone from the main world is special. You're the only one

who possesses this unique constitution.”

Jonathan responded, “It seems that I really am gifted.”

Torrence was stumped. Why is he praising himself?

Yeverie laughed.

Then, Jonathan added, “All right. That's enough chatting with you two. I'm going to cultivate the dragon clan's healing magic now.”

Torrence and Yeverie nodded, knowing Jonathan was about to get down to business. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Moments later, Jonathan shut his eyes to concentrate.

Under normal circumstances, a typical Magician required a good wand to cultivate magic.

When Magicians started cultivating, they used their wands to commune with the elements, just like how people from the main world needed a phone before they could establish contact with others from thousands of miles away.

Jonathan didn't have a wand, given that Moose's wand had long been destroyed.

However, dragon magic was different from the magic in Moranta.

Moranta's magic entailed the use of a wand to communicate with the elements and incantations to cast spells.

On the other hand, dragon magic was usually unleashed instantaneously without needing incantations or wands.

Each dragon was born with the innate advantage of being especially sensitive to elements. Moreover, they manipulated the casting of magic through their inner essence ball.

Obviously, Jonathan didn't possess an inner essence ball, but he had the proficiency and capability of communicating with all elements.

In that case, Jonathan figured the first thing he had to do at that moment was to construct something similar to an inner essence ball within his cerebral domain.

The inner essence ball acted like a dragon's engine. The engine's power determined the potency of their magic.

Another analogy was to describe the inner essence ball as a powerful water pump. The air was filled with elements; if the elements were likened to water, then the inner essence ball would be water pumps that powered the magic spells, which functioned as water guns.

The system gave rise to the instantaneous casting of dragon magic.

With his eyes closed and focused, Jonathan swiftly entered a stable cultivation stage, where he no longer felt the existence of his physical body, leaving only his cerebral domain and thoughts.

The thoughts of a cerebral domain were an extremely sensitive existence.

Soon, he no longer found himself in Feather Palace.

In that incredibly peaceful state, Jonathan sensed a change in his surroundings.

Vibrant colors illuminated the environment around him as various elements drifted in the air.

There were balls of black, white, yellow, and gold lights floating around, as well as water and light elements.

Moranta was a space formed from elements.

There were no magnetic fields or molecules in the air. Everything consisted of elements.

That place was truly an elemental world.

An ordinary Magician would require a wand or a Crystal Ball to achieve that step, but because Jonathan cultivated internal-style martial arts and was an expert in meditating, he could enter that subtle state of mind.

For the second step, he had to try and command the elements.

He first targeted the light elements, which filled his surroundings like plankton.

Concentrating his thoughts, Jonathan murmured, “All light elements within my field of vision, I demand you to converge onto my hand!” He extended his hand while intensifying that same notion in his mind.

Regrettably, the light elements remained still.

That failure prompted a sense of defeat to rise within Jonathan. D*mn. Cultivating magic is so hard! What should I do to command these elements? Why can't I exert control over them?

He began to ruminate on that matter. That's right. I haven't created something like a water pump or engine in my mind, so I can't draw all these elements toward me. But how can I develop a pump in my mind? Although dragon magic is broad and profound, that's on the basis of having an inner essence ball. Clearly, I don't have an inner essence ball!

Jonathan fell into deep thought.

The next second, he muttered, “Ordinary Magicians gather sufficient spiritual energy within their brains through meditation, then communicate with their wands by utilizing their spiritual energy. Only then could they command the elemental energy using their wands to cast spells by uttering incantations.”

With those thoughts in mind, Jonathan mumbled, “Spiritual energy?” In the boundless universe, sufficiently powerful spiritual energy could form a magnetic field, also known as mana.

However, the spiritual energy cultivated by Jonathan's brain cells was all converted into combat force to strengthen his physique and cerebral domain instead of forming a cerebral domain magnetic field.

Therefore, Jonathan found that situation very tricky.

His body and circumstances were unique in Moranta, so no one else had experienced what he was undergoing. Therefore, even Holy Dragon couldn't provide him with an effective solution.

“D*mn it. Don't tell me I still can't cultivate magic even after wasting so much time?” Jonathan couldn't help but scoff.

“No!” He quickly dismissed that thought. There must be a solution. There must be something crucial I haven't grasped. An ordinary Magician's spiritual energy may be different from the spiritual energy I have in mind. They store spiritual energy by meditating, and the spiritual energy can be used to gather elemental energy with the help of a wand. In that case, this spiritual energy can also be likened to a car's engine.

Still, his understanding of spiritual energy was incompatible with elemental energy. That form of spiritual energy could never assemble elements.

“Oh, right!” Jonathan suddenly recalled he was in possession of the magic gem left behind by Moose. “Why don't I study his magic gem to see what kind of spiritual energy it contains?”