Walker Of The Worlds

The thin man stroked his chin a couple of times before speaking again.

"How old did that cultivator look?" the thin man asked.

The veiled woman gulped before replying,

"He… he's young, probably sixteen or seventeen, but definitely younger than twenty."

An irritated expression appeared on the man's face as he replied with a louder tone.

"So you mean to say that our people could not differentiate between a cultivator belonging to a mercenary group and an itinerant cultivator? Do you think a cultivator of such a young age would join a mercenary company, or do you think it is a high-level cultivator that has returned to his youth?"

The veiled woman lowered her face even more and didn't speak.

"Do you think a cultivator that has enough talent to become a cultivator at that age would be without a backing? GO!! I want every single thing there is to know about that cultivator." The thin man yelled.

"Yes, my lord." The woman replied before disappearing.

The thin man sighed to himself before standing up and walking up to a shelf and opening a drawer. He then pulled out a jade slip and looked at it for a moment before keeping back into the drawer and closing it.

~sigh~ "It is not the time yet." The man muttered before walking to a window and staring outside.

"What are you planning father… "

*****

Lin Mu was practicing the Thousand Armament Blade scripture in the Sleepscape. He had nearly completed the basics of the weapons he already had and now was progressing to the more advanced parts. Though right now, he felt as if he was being hindered. He understood that it was because of a lack of weapons and that he would have to get them soon or this may become a flaw in his technique.

The more he practiced, the more he understood how the techniques of different weapons fit together and complemented each other. He now grasped the flaws of different weapons and how to overcome them with the use of another weapon.

"You are doing well. The improvement is significant." Xukong praised.

Lin Mu practicing diligently every day. He thought about how the boy was hardworking, even though his innate talent in cultivation was low. He had chosen not to tell

talented and gifted people so much so that they were even venerated as the Heaven's ordained. But he had also seen

to go against the heavens, yet few have survived it. Even the ones that

a memory from

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white pillars could be seen floating in the endless void, along with some distortions spread around. At the depths of these pillars, a colossal being was currently resting. The being had a pale white body, eight legs, and ten golden yellow eyes that glowed with

of silvery grey lights could be seen floating around his body and the white pillars. These streaks of light would touch the white pillars and then be

Xukong's body that connected to the giant white pillars. The light streaks would transfer from the white

how long it would take for each distortion to disappear, but time could not be measured in the void, thus making it more difficult. It could have been a second or a year, but the distortion finally

the surroundings and suppressed all the distortions. Even though the void was always silent, a different kind of eerie silence descended because of the pressure imposed

quite unusual of you,

The throne was empty, yet a presence could still

presence that I can't

what you've done, old monster. You would never come here unless it was something important and your other slaves were unable to help you with it." Xukong

have their

that, where you only have two choices? Their karma is chained and will be

this is what they've chosen. I've never interfered in their affairs."

you. Just tell me what

be gone for a while, so take care of my 'Slaves' for

even any place where your influence doesn't extend to? You should be able to observe everything on your own, unless…" Xukong spoke and then trailed

What has happened? What

there are other machinations underway." The voice spoke before

making

the ash grey throne, but alas! The

good will ever come

returned to the void,

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after hearing

for your lessons about