Spirit's Awakening: The Path of Lightning and Water-Chapter 377: Studying the Laws

Lassim remained still beneath the thick roots of the storm leaf tree, letting the pain from his failed attempts settle. The blood that spilled from his lips had been thoroughly wiped clean on his martial attire’s sleeve.

He planned to clean it later when he changed into a new set of disciple robes, but his mind hurt too much at the moment.

His body was strong, his regeneration enhanced beyond the norm thanks to his physique and divine Leviathan’s curse, but mental wounds were not so easily repaired.

Even now, his vision was dizzy and sitting upright without a wobble took quite a bit of effort.

The storm above crackled and boomed with thunder as if mirroring his frustration from the failed attempts and current situation.

He had never felt so thoroughly stuck before.

Not when he didn’t know how to shatter his soul crystal, not when he worked the chaos of his three elements into his own fused mana, and not even when facing the Abyssal Legion several times: during back at the academy during the trial test, the defense of the Sinaloa outpost, the Sect War vs the Sun Demons or even the Abyssal assassin that was so strong.

But this?

This felt like trying to break through a wall with no doors or weaknesses.

His inner heart world had rejected every approach and solution he thought of to condense it.

His constellation refused to be shaped.

And now, his cultivation was damaged from the backlash of his attempts, forcing him to rest, brainstorm and recover before trying again.

"Maybe," he thought to himself, "This is what it is like for other Spirit Warriors that faced the walls and barriers between cultivation stages."

Following that thinking, perhaps his barriers had just manifested at the later stages, and become even harder than others due to his unique path and blessings.

Lassim leaned his head back against the rough roots of the tree, eyes closed, but his mind still turning at full speed.

There was probably something he was missing that would help this situation. The gods wouldn’t just leave him high and dry with no way to advance when they’d given such preferential treatment so far.

Perhaps there was some piece of knowledge that had to be staring him right in the face.

This led his thoughts to drift back to the universal forces that governed cultivation, the Laws that the pantheon set with their domains that gave power to each and every Spirit Warrior on Nexaria—their creations.

Spirit Warriors didn’t advance through random means. The Laws of the Universe guided them, subconsciously shaping their paths forward through the bonds with the elemental companions born directly from those Law domains.

And every stage of cultivation—every advancement—was structured around those very Laws.

Which meant…

His own unique solution shouldn’t just be about forcing his constellation into a halo shape. He already had co-governance to one of those Laws.

The solution was probably along the lines of understanding the Law or Laws or universal rules that dictated why halos even formed to begin with.

If he understood that, and why it allowed Spirit Warriors to reach Spirit Transcendence, then he too could advance.

Lassim exhaled, forcing himself to relax further through the mental pain as his mind naturally reached for the last time he had glimpsed something beyond himself—beyond mortal understanding.

He focused on the memory, revisiting the vision of Famthar’s [Lightning] Law domain.

The moment he allowed his mind to drift, the world around him faded—

And once again, he was there with his enhanced mind.

Floating within the vast expanse of the universe’s Laws, staring directly at Famthar’s domain.

The latticework of Lightning Laws stretched endlessly, an interconnected network of unbreakable, absolute truths of different tiers cascading down from the pinnacle of [Lightning] at the top.

He had barely comprehended it the first time. The sheer magnitude of the structure had left him speechless and he only gleamed the insights into the red lightning that was his own back then. It was a short experience as he had absorbed that lightning elemental’s core half.

But now, with this second look, he forced himself to focus—not on the grandness of it all or overwhelming representation of power, but on the way everything was connected.

The source or main pinnacle of the Laws of [Lightning] sat at the topmost center, forming the absolute core of Famthar’s authority and domain.

From that central law, branches extended downward—each one a different manifestation of lightning’s power that he could innately and instinctively understand much more clearly than his previous visit:

•[Heavenly Lightning] – The divine, sacred lightning used for Famthar’s wrath and divine representation close to the peak.

•[Violent Lightning] – A kind of destructive force that surged without restraint and pure anger without the care for innocents just a step below.

•[Lightning of Tribulations] – A lightning that did not obey the will of any being, only striking those who challenged the heavens. Lightning equal to the Violent Lightning.

•[Law of Storm] – His own law, also near the peak.

•[Blinding Lightning] – On the tiers below those, this was a variant that traveled so fast it existed almost beyond perception and with a flash that blinded oneself.

•[Healing Lightning] – The rarest, a restorative branch few ever saw as its representation was quite tiny and barely supported.

Each of these branches of Lightning was its own distinct Law—but none of them were truly separate.

They all existed within a structured system.

And suddenly, Lassim saw what he had missed before.

It wasn’t just that these Lightning Laws coexisted—

They were together and supportive of each other, holding up the entire peak.

Each branch had its own form, but they weren’t just scattered individually. They overlapped, forming a network of balance, where each aspect of Lightning’s domain had a place. It was organized all with the purpose of raising that pinnacle Law to the top.

And that’s when something seemed to click in his mind.

Lassim’s mind snapped back to his inner heart world, his breath steady but his thoughts racing.

His fused mana contained three elements—Lightning, Water, and Space.

Up until now, he had been forcing the Leviathan constellation to try and condense to form a singular halo structure.

But if his power was built on three separate yet unified elements, then why was he trying to force the condensation to follow only what everyone else did with their singular elemental natures?

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If the constellation and halo represented his path, then shouldn’t every aspect of his cultivation be involved?

Lassim exhaled slowly, the realization settling into his mind further as if this was the correct direction.

This… made sense.

Every Spirit Warrior before him had followed a singular elemental path. Their halos were simply a refinement of that element into a perfected form.

But he wasn’t just one.

He was Lightning, Water, and Space.

And his fused mana wasn’t just a combination—it was a true synthesis of these three forces, bound together in a unique way that no other cultivator had ever or would ever replicate.

Which meant…

His halo’s formation needed all three elements, just like his constellation represents at least Lightning and Water elements. One might argue it was currently unbalanced due to the lack of the space element, so what if that aspect needed to be added in and considered as well?

The standard approach wouldn’t work because his power wasn’t standard.

Lassim clenched his jaw, feeling the storm above rumble slightly. Now the question was, how did he incorporate all three elements into a halo design that worked?

If he tried to condense the Leviathan using only Lightning’s logic, it would always fail the same way it did already with destruction.

He needed to account for Water’s fluidity and healing potential.

He needed to account for Space’s vastness and nature of being the fabric of the universe and all connectedness.

Only by balancing all three could he properly shape it.

Lassim’s eyes opened and his storm-filled gaze brightened slightly as he pondered over how he could manage this.

This… was progress.

He didn’t have all the answers yet, but he finally had a lead.

The next step was figuring out how to stabilize the Leviathan without breaking it apart.

And that led him to his next thought.

His last attempt at separating the Leviathan into its components had nearly destroyed his cultivation.

But what if he hadn’t been entirely wrong? It was one of the most successful attempts before the backlashes occurred; having the most movement and malleability of the constellation.

Maybe it wasn’t about splitting the Leviathan apart completely—

Maybe it was about shaping it in a way that allowed each element to coexist naturally.

The way Famthar’s Laws had been structured inside his vision—

The way each branch of Lightning had its place within the larger system—

What if that was the key?

What if his constellation wasn’t meant to be forced into a single shape, but rather rearranged in a way that let it contain all three elements without sacrificing its nature or overall design?

Lassim leaned forward away from the roots, resting his forearms against his halberd’s pole still laying across his lap.

The next step was figuring out how to restructure the Leviathan constellation without destroying its essence and making it something like a halo.

"Does it even need to be a halo?" He muttered to himself, almost at a whisper.

He still didn’t know what the final shape should be, but he had a path forward.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared absentmindedly into the dirt.

That meant more testing.

And that also meant he needed to fully recover first.

Pushing his cultivation foundation again while still damaged was too risky.

Lassim exhaled, closing his eyes as he let his body focus on recovery.

He would solve this.