"And how do I do that?"
Noah shrugged his shoulders as he said that.
The notes that he received mostly concerned the various processes, they stated though that the matters about the will were personal and every practitioner had to find his personal way to express it.
"Well, there aren't many general rules on that topic. Usually, strong emotions give birth to strong wills. You should try to empower the meaning that you want to imprint with something that you deeply desire."
'That is quite vague, I guess I can only keep on experimenting until I become good at it.'
"What did you think about when you created the will for your knife?"
At that question, Ivor supported himself on the wall and drank a mouthful of wine.
As he began to speak, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"You must know that I've never been too interested in cultivation, I was just a simple noble. I fell in love with a beautiful woman and she had the same feeling for me. Yet, my status wasn't good enough and she was then married to another family. From that moment on, the "Attunement" method has been precluded from me. The moment when Heavens and Earth feel that you don't believe in their fairness, you will lose all your chances to ever hear the language of the "Breath"."
Noah's eyes lit up in understanding.
'So, it's not something inborn but it depends on your experiences and thoughts.'
"But I didn't want to give up, she was the love of my life after all. Cultivating until I was strong enough to take her back was too slow so I decided to bet everything on the Elemental forging method as it was the fastest way to increase my power."
"I refined the "Breath" thinking about my love for her and my anger toward the unfairness of the world. I tested the process for two whole years before I finally produced a stable item. I used "Breath" on the level of the solid stage of the third rank of the dantian and obtained an inscribed weapon that could express the battle prowess of the heroic ranks."
'Is he saying that it's possible to surpass the barriers between ranks?'
"I know what you are thinking. It is possible to create something powerful with weak materials but you always need something that increases the level of the item. In my case, it was my will that propelled my creation directly in the heroic ranks."
Noah lowered his head in respect.
'Such strong feelings… I wonder if I have something like that.'
"Yet, a single weapon, no matter how strong it is, can't compare to the full power of a large-size noble family. I was defeated so I chose to create something even more powerful. My current mental sphere is the result of that decision."
Ivor emptied his jar as his story ended and looked at Noah with a bitter smile.
"Our road is contradictory. We require an imponent will to create our items but we also need self-control to know our limits. Focus on the basics and never take a step further unless you are absolutely sure that you have what you require to complete the process. Use your strong emotions to forge and not to guide your actions. Now, get accustomed to the forging. Once you manage to create something stable, I will give you my legacy."
As he said that, he stood up and climbed the stairs to leave Noah alone in the basement.
Chapter end
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