The Urban Dao Child

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Yang Dao climbed down the wall. He found an empty room and climbed inside from the window hole. The room was filled with nothing but darkness. Using his dao eyes, the boy came to the center of the room. He found that the source energy inside the room was particularly stronger in the center.

He looked down at the floor and found a mandala pattern engraved there. The energy inside the room seemed to be gathering at this place. He sat down on the pattern and crossed his legs. The source energy was warm. However, the boy did not start absorbing the source energy directly. Dallia had told him, first to adjust his internal structure a bit.

The adjustment she mentioned was how an elemental god can control their mentality. The source energies all had different raw properties of their respective attributes instilled within them. To make sure that the body is absorbing the energy to its highest level and the harmony between the two is also optimal, the practitioner must adjust their mentality.

That could only be done after aging a certain understanding and comprehending the meaning of the element. Since Yang Dao was percieving the element of fire he would focus on the meaning and profoundness of the element. This trick was a secret Dallia had came up by herself. She did not have anyone to aid her in understanding the meaning of the elements.

Yang Dao had gained a lot from this encounter of their and was ready to apply his learnings to the pursuit of strength. He began to think about what fire meant. Everyone will have a different comprehension of the elements they perceive. It could be said that meanings change with the lives of people. Comprehensions made by every one may lead to the same destination but the path will diverge a bit.

As he comprehended what fire meant to him the surrounding source energy in the void began to roll around him in a spiral. If the people from the outside looked inside, they will see a vague shadow of the vermillion phoenix flying around Yang Dao.

The source energy was radiating to his thoughts taking the shape of his ideas. To Yang Dao fire was a source of warmth. The warmth he found when he was in the orphanage being cared by Sister Tina, the children in the orphanage, who accepted him and loved him like a brother. The warmth he later found from Feng Yun.

Feng Yun was the first person outside the orphanage, who loved him with nothing expected. He could tell that she was really caring about him, giving him the best of it all was her way to show her care and love for him. He found the warmth in his friends, who laughed with him and felt happy when he achieved something.

The warmth in the orphanage became a fuel in his heart, lighting up the fire of hard work and excellence. Part the reason he worked so hard was this warmth. He wanted to provide for the best for everyone in the orphanage. He did not imagine that Feng Yun would suddenly come up to him and then serve him all his desires on a silver platter.

Feng Yun had suffered a lot as well. She had achieved all this with her own hard work, yet she signed it all to his name without a second of hesitation. The proud heavenly spirit beast would look down on the world from the skies but never did she had the idea to despise. Yang Dao was were impressed and satisfied with her.

Thus the fire in his mind took shape of the phoenix. As his understanding of fire deepened the phoenix flying around his body became vivider and even the detailing of the elemental avatar became more detailed. Yang Dao sat on the ground unaware of this change outside. The rest of the people could not sense all this with their shallow understandings. Even if they had reached the fourth level of elementals. They were weak in front of him.

Suddenly the phoenix flew over his head and then the avatar became a plume of flares. They all flew to his body pores and were absorbed. This flares did not hurt him, but nourished his body, alleviating the previous cold and exhaustion in his body. The process was very relaxing to him. Yang Dao was in no hurry and he sat down in his place as he absorbed the source energy like a drought surviving land quenching itself in fire source energy.

The source energy of the earth and the wind elements has been depleted in the earlier attempt to generate heat and enter this place. So his body has been thirsty for some nourishment badly. This point made Yang Dao advance to the second stage of the fire elemental. He did not stop absorbing the energy until he was full.

The process lasted for a long time. During this time no one came to his room. He could still hear the battle sounds coming from the terrace and his vigilance has never been lowered. He was not afraid that someone will come in to pick a fight with him. Even if someone did come then he will be not falling down.

The silence represented the rise of a storm and the settling of dust as well. Yang Dao had finished absorbing the source energy to his limits and had been practising the knife skill he learned from the blonde, who died a few days ago. Yes, it has been a few days since he came to this place but he had been staying inside his room only.

Suddenly a figure rushed inside his room and a cold voice said, "I want this room, get out."

Yang Dao said, "Make me, if you have the skills." he was not soft at all.

"Very well, come fight on the terrace. I would make you leave the world altogether." and the other person left the room to climb up to the terrace. Yang Dao also did not back off and came to the tp of the terrace. As he set his foot down on terrace he caught the first glance of his enemy.