Chapter 47: The Awakening Curse

Lin Yun's mind felt like it was being torn apart. The surge of **unknown power** inside his body felt like a roaring inferno. He staggered, unable to control the energy coursing through his veins. Every breath he took was heavy, like a thousand pounds pressing down on him.

His senses had sharpened, but at the same time, they felt distorted. The world around him seemed to move slower, but his own body felt like it was on the brink of explosion.

**Is this power… or a curse?**

The silver-robed cultivator, who had once been an overwhelming threat, now watched in stunned silence as Lin Yun's aura exploded outward, sending ripples through the air. The ground trembled beneath his feet, cracks forming where Lin Yun stood.

"You…" the silver-robed cultivator muttered, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "What kind of power did you just awaken?"

Lin Yun's hand clenched around the jade tablet, which had embedded itself into his palm. Strange symbols glowed across his skin, matching the ones now floating in his mind, coiling around his very soul. His Qi was no longer just a simple tool—it had **merged** with something ancient, something far beyond the realm of normal cultivation.

The energy inside him began to stabilize, but the process was agonizing. It felt as though his very cells were being **rewritten**, as if the power had been forced into a body not ready to hold it.

Lin Yun gritted his teeth, willing himself to **take control**. This **curse**, this power, would not overwhelm him. He would master it—or die trying.

With a tremendous roar, Lin Yun slammed his fist into the ground, causing the earth to shake under the sheer force. A **shockwave** rippled outward, and the silver-robed cultivator jumped back in surprise.

"Interesting…" the silver-robed cultivator whispered. "You are… different." His hand clenched into a fist, and the air around him became **suffocating**, like the pressure of a thousand mountains had suddenly pressed down on Lin Yun's chest.

Lin Yun staggered but stood firm. **He had no choice but to fight now.**

He focused, pushing past the pain, pushing past the overwhelming surge of power. His **Qi Core** was still destroyed, but now… something else had taken its place. He could feel his **spiritual energy** resonating with the world itself, drawing from an unknown source.

**I am not just a cultivator anymore,** Lin Yun thought. **I am something more.**

The silver-robed cultivator's gaze grew cold. "It seems I'll have to end this quickly. You may be stronger now, but you're still far too weak to face me."

Lin Yun's eyes flickered with a mixture of resolve and defiance. "I'll prove you wrong."

In an instant, Lin Yun unleashed the power coursing through him, sending a wave of energy crashing toward the cultivator. The air seemed to **shatter** in front of him, the force of the attack nearly breaking the space around them. The silver-robed cultivator's eyes widened.

But Lin Yun wasn't finished. His body surged forward with a **speed and force** he had never imagined, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him.

He knew his body wasn't ready for this kind of power. His muscles screamed in protest, his bones aching from the unnatural pressure of his own strength. But he didn't care. He had no choice but to push through.

With a burst of speed, he appeared before the silver-robed cultivator, his fist aimed directly at his opponent's chest. The cultivator's eyes flickered with surprise, but he raised a hand just in time to deflect the blow. The air exploded from the impact, the ground shaking beneath their feet.

"You're strong," the silver-robed cultivator said, his voice cold and calculating. "But your power is too raw, too unrefined. You'll never defeat me like this."

Lin Yun grimaced, feeling the **strain** in his body as he quickly retreated. The power inside him was still far from fully controlled. But there was one thing he had learned in his past life—he couldn't afford to wait.

He pushed forward again, **drawing on his martial techniques**, letting his instincts guide him. The **Flowing Shadow Steps** kicked in, and his figure blurred as he dodged another one of the cultivator's attacks, moving with inhuman swiftness.

His movements were smooth, fluid, but there was still an underlying **recklessness**. He didn't have the experience to fully harness the strange power coursing through him, but his **mind was sharp**. He relied on his knowledge of martial arts, blending his techniques with the unpredictable power of the jade tablet.

The silver-robed cultivator was growing frustrated. He could feel Lin Yun's power rising, but it was still too unrefined, too chaotic.

"You are strong, but you don't know how to control this power," the cultivator sneered, summoning a **flame-like aura** around him. "If you keep this up, you'll burn yourself out before I even break a sweat."

Lin Yun's body ached, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. The pain was nothing compared to the **weight of his mission**. The world had already taken too much from him. He couldn't afford to lose now.

"Then I'll make sure you never get the chance to burn me out," Lin Yun muttered under his breath.

His aura flared up once again, more intense, more controlled. **The power of the jade tablet surged through him**, and Lin Yun's figure shimmered in the air like a ghost. The silver-robed cultivator's eyes widened as Lin Yun struck.

This time, Lin Yun's attack wasn't just brute force. It was **precision**—an exact strike that cut through the cultivator's flame barrier, striking him in the chest.

The cultivator staggered back, a look of disbelief on his face.

Lin Yun stood tall, his breathing heavy but his resolve unwavering.

"I told you," Lin Yun said with a confident smile. "I'm not the same."