[X] She would skulk as was her wont, her nature. In the boiling mist and the burning labyrinth, she would be as a shadow, a voice singing unseen.
I think is not worth the risk, specially if we gain her ire, we still need to be in her good graces and is not like there is a guarantee to get that info. I just see it more as conceptual damage, and that is just not good. I don't think Sixiang would approve either.Because regardless of the wishes of Ling Qi there is a war arc in less then a year that will probably be under the command of Xia Ren alongside CRX, and that makes any understanding Ling Qi can get of the human parts of the General that can still make her unreasonable at times would be invaluable to facilitate [Communication]. In addition to [Communication] is the fact that Ling Qi is mission critical to the operation meaning the irrationality Xia Ren has from her humanity can't simply splat her, and it is rather Grinning for Ling Qi to pit herself against the Crucible to see where commonality ends.
Are we really not taking this into account? This seems important too.It should also be noted that we're cultivating Winter's Crown during this tribulation. Embodying fire kinda runs counter to that.
We're Cold and Winter that inevitably freezes the old to give space for new things to grow. This cultivation action improves our Winter trait. Embodying fire and steel kinda runs counter to that and messes up imagery, imo.
However, being ourselves means we stay the same. There are many times where LQ uses Cold and ice in the Liminal. Following our nature would be more conducive to our trait upgrade here.
Not really? Just because we're practicing a specific art in this general timeframe doesn't really have any impact right now, any more than our other arts we're not actively working on do. It's not like we're cultivating it this second after all.Are we really not taking this into account? This seems important too.
That is one badass entrance.And the labyrinth split asunder, a kilometers long canyon ripped in the earth at the stroke of a blade. No concealment, no tricks, no confusion. The Sovereign of Steel and Fire had come.
This is the Core of the Meng Delun's Way.Preservation. So much had been lost, so much taken. One chop after another, felling the Forest People, a thousand insults, changes to the ways of the ancestors. Insidious things, whispers claiming betterment, superiority, even kindness. Lies all, Lies all! The stone builders, the Heavenly Jailors, the Hill Burners, the False Dreamers, the Slayer of Foundations! None had ever been worthy. Each seeking merely to crack the shell of the last and chosen people, the final stewards of the diviner's legacy. Conquerors and Kin of Beasts!
Thieves and despoilers all, that would taint even the kin, take from them the last vestiges of pride and identity. Still waters deep and cold would bear no more, would drown it all, before surrender. Ten thousand years of history sang in the foundations and the depths, and would not go quiet into the night
And this is the Core of the General's Way.Meaningless.
A sword that cut down mountains rose into the sky, no lurid light in red or orange crawled on its surface, only raw and ineffable heat, rippling, invisible in its fury.
Chain Breaker.
Ling Qi gagged as the felt the name sear into her mind, stripped of the niceties of language, of courtly characters and human understanding, like the molten shards of broken links. She darted into what remained of the mangrove forest, far from the titans tread, amid the burning, withering canopy and the wails of dying fairies, she hid herself down in the boiling waters without a splash, diving deep, deep into the muck that stubbornly tried to remain cool.
Legends shall die. Heroes shall die. History shall die. Songs shall die. Languages shall die. Petty little nations shall end.
The Crucible would devour them all, and let there be only one people, one DAWN, and one future. Tradition wields no swords, raises no shields, marshals no armies, fills no bellies, fulfills no lives. False comfort, aiding none.
Scream then, rage then, if you would not go quiet. The result is the same.
Ling Qi has gotten a lot of insights on Power from this whole thing and I'm really happy about that.She had thought long on the nature of power of what it meant, what wielding it was for.
She knew now that she had the core of it right in the beginning.
Power was change. Power was resisting change. All boiled down to that. Power was the exertion of your will upon the world, of making your beliefs reality, of making them matter.
The wisest philosopher's wisdom was nothing if it did not reach ears that could take up their cause. The most diligent ruler's reforms were nothing without the power to enforce them.
Ling Qi is begning to understand that she's a badass.…That was what she had done. What her songs did. She sang, and sometimes, the world listened. Small as she was meager as her personal power was…
She had wrought this, without her, a titan, a Sovereign, would not be screaming.
Meng Delun has noticed Ling Qi.She could feel the crawling on her skin, of Still Waters Deeping, in his pain and terror and hate. He saw her too for all that he could not afford to crush her with even a mote of full attention.
I mean if it happens I'm not worried about any ire as with Ling Qi not being able to turn her eyes off, and her bleeding from eyes/nose... it would be more looking for things to parse that are less harmful than starring at two Sovereign cultivators going at it for a baby green realm.I think is not worth the risk, specially if we gain her ire, we still need to be in her good graces and is not like there is a guarantee to get that info. I just see it more as conceptual damage, and that is just not good. I don't think Sixiang would approve either.