I'll Surpass The MC - Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Live Strong, Brat



Brangara retraced his steps based on memory, intending to return to the original spot before his fight with Inala, which was within the Spirit Weapon range of the Infinite Divine Soldier. He unleashed a pillar of light in the respective direction, watching it get drowned by the darkness after a while.

Even though it travelled a long distance, darkness quickly blocked his sight. When even sight was blocked, it needn't be said for sound. 'Guess my only option is to travel in the respective direction.'

He began to kick the air and run, frowning at his snail's pace, 'This will take a while...!'

To run faster, he could always land on the ground and proceed. However, that would mean coming into contact with the grey sand significantly more potent than the dangerous Sandy- Grey Void regions away from the Sumatra Continent.

He couldn't take such needless risks, especially when he had the upper hand here. 'As long as I manage to find Inala, I can destroy him and put an end to all this. He must be in an extremely fragile state.'

It was true, and currently rolling about within the grey sand farther away was Inala, hollering nonstop. His transcendent skin began to peel and fall on the grey sand, converting it into Attributed Water that wasn't affected by the grey sand.

With an extension of his damaged sand, Inala had to convert the Attributed Water into grey sand, for only that way could his actions remain discrete.

"Who...am I?" He screamed in confusion, unable to tell anything apart, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, forgetting what emotions even were. He rapidly lost his sense of self as hundreds of Tangible Piezo Slips that he had launched moments before slammed into him and jolted his memories.

He barely managed to remember a few stuff and hurriedly launched them as Tangible Piezo Slips onto him. "I...I am...who?"

"Who am I?" He wracked his head, banging it against the grey sand nonstop, his every slam causing shockwaves to course across the region. His Transcendent body was extremely strong. Thankfully, he wasn't using his hands to slap the sand, for the sheer impact that would cause could cause fluctuations even in the darkness of the Sandy-Grey Void.

Had Maroppa been in the vicinity, she would have gone insane at the mere sight of the current Inala. The effect would be no different from an Empyrean Tusk coming across a Transcendent Empyrean Boar King.

Steadily, while losing his sense of self, Inala was being elevated into a higher existence. Mustering whatever sanity he could, he used Perfect Biome Domination amongst Tangible Piezo Slip, using the shockwaves to send his shedding body parts flying in a certain direction.

At the target was the Brood Mother, continuing to run about in search of the Celestial Boar. It only struggled initially as the grey sand ate away at its body, starting from the feet. But slowly, the rate at which it was being consumed began to slow down, 'I shouldn't allow it to adapt to this location. That will work against my objective!'

'My objective? What is my objective? What...was I even trying to do just now?' As Inala continued to bang his head against the grey sand, his body parts fell in the vicinity of the Brood Mother and reverted the grey sand into Attributed Water, following which it began to resemble the Dieng Canyon's terrain.

The Brood Mother stopped for a moment and approached a large tree that had sprouted before it all of a sudden. It looked around for a moment before feeling a sense of hunger, for which it opened its mouth and gobbled up the tree.

Feeling some of its hunger alleviate in response, the Brood Mother continued to devour more trees from its vicinity. It was actually famished at the moment, after the evolution. Moreover, its Prana reserves had been consumed to a good extent after its travel across the grey sand.

Therefore, before it could target the Celestial Boar, it felt the necessity to replenish its reserves. The change in terrain happened at the perfect moment.

'Good, it's staying put for the time being.' Inala thought once he recovered a portion of his mind, losing it spontaneously after. His arm crumbled and collapsed into grey sand, following which a stream of grey sand condensed across his socket and formed a new arm.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His body was being destroyed and rebuilt rapidly while a tremendous amount of Prana was getting compressed in his Spirit Container. Everything that he had amounted to, thought, experience, and gained across his two lives were gathered into the Spirit Container.

Body, Mind, and Soul; everything that encompassed the being called Inala was funnelled into the Spirit Container, causing it to begin evolving into a higher existence.

This experience flowed through the Indigo Mystic Path and funnelled into Gannala's Mystic Cup, actually causing it to overflow. Enough experience was being poured into it that the Mystic Cup was on the verge of shattering from the sheer pressure.

Suddenly, the Mystic Path connection between Inala and Gannala was wholly severed. The one who did it was Inala as the Mystic Path was already on the verge of crumbling. After all, the moment Inala reached his current point, it already signified the death of the Mystic Path

Inala.

The future Royal Zinger would only be Inala and not the Indigo Mystic Path Inala.

In the void of his mind space, Inala's figure appeared and focused on the crumbling Indigo Mystic Path. He focused for a moment and used the Mystic Path to peer into Gannala's mind space, accessing a few data fragments to infer she was currently sprinting towards the Kalahatra Desert, tears streaming out her eyes.

Yennda and Harrala were able to communicate through their Mystic Path connection.

Inala obviously was aware of the method. However, he refrained from doing so, for Gannala wouldn't be able to handle communicating with the Royal Zinger. There were other reasons, but at the end of the day, he didn't wish to talk to her.

'Should I...?' He entertained the thought for a moment before letting out a subtle smirk, 'I am her family. The least I should do is leave behind some parting words.'

the air, steadily flying higher into the sky. Even though he was there, it felt like he wasn't there at the same place.

But one thing was for sure. Merely breathing the same air as this existence would mutate a cultivator to incomparable levels, worth natural selection spanning a million years. "Is

that..."

"Inala?"

The person in question casually flew higher and higher into the sky, his expression bordering high insanity as he observed a tangible barrier covering Sumatra. No, his gaze perceived past that, observing ginormous, planetary-sized faces trying to peer into the happenings on Sumatra, "AHHH! So, these annoying fuckers were watching everything?"

His figure blurred and appeared before the barrier, too high up for even the current Brangara

to detect, reaching the limit of what a cultivator on Sumatra could achieve in terms of

altitude.

A glance downward, and Inala could observe the entire part of Sumatra where their entire

fiasco had transpired, from Sumatra Chronicles to the current state of events. His head swerved upwards as his hand gently rested on the barrier.

Immediately in response, he found himself in a strange mindspace, noticing a pair of

enclosed eyes along the horizon, their size bigger than the biggest Transcendent World he

had witnessed.

"Let me out for a moment." Inala didn't hesitate and addressed the pair of enclosed eyes.

The eyes remained shut, but a formless voice resounded in his mind.

[Feeling daring today, aren't we, Inala?]

"I knew it," Inala smirked in comprehension, "Even if you're not alive, you can still

communicate. It's similar to how my Biome Bombs can operate on their own as long as they have my Prana."

Seeing the silence from the enclosed pair of eyes, Inala answered, "Yes! I want to do this

before I die. I have a lot of pent-up frustrations to unleash."

There was silence for a few seconds before the pair of enclosed eyes trembled for an instant.

And then, Sumatra's voice resounded in Inala's mind.

[I dislike external interference. Similarly, I don't wish you to waste your limited power

unnecessarily. It's only meant to be used against Brangara and not against a Transcendent. So, let's do it like this!]

'Seems you were right on the mark, Brimgan.' At the following words he heard, Inala couldn't

help but laugh raucously, "I like the sound of that!"

[I'll maintain your state with my power until you return to Sumatra. Your fourth step's power

will be consumed only after your return. Now, go out and show off, Royal Zinger Inala!]

As the words resounded in his mind space, Inala's body passed through the barrier and left Sumatra Continent, stunning the Transcendents at his sudden emergence.