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… "

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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.

the boy was hardworking, even though his innate talent in cultivation was low. He had chosen not to tell this to Lin

He had seen them rise, prosper, fall, and die. He had seen immensely talented and gifted people so much so that they were even venerated as the Heaven's ordained. But he had also seen those very people lose themselves to cultivation and then perish in the

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

remembered a

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along with some distortions spread around. At the depths of these pillars, a colossal

floating around his body and the white pillars. These streaks of light would touch the white pillars and then be

light streaks would transfer from the white pillars to

One could not tell 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

he sensed some disturbance in the distance. His perception spread in the surroundings and suppressed all the distortions.

quite unusual of you, Old monster," Xukong

of him started swirling and an ash grey throne appeared. The throne was empty, yet

you so bothered by my presence that I can't

was something important and

have their own free

that, where you only have two choices? Their

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

don't even want to argue with you. Just tell me what you

you that I will be gone for a while, so take care of my 'Slaves' for a while, will you." The voice

to observe everything on your own, unless…" Xukong spoke and then trailed off

What has happened? What did you

are other machinations underway." The voice

yelled, making

speed and tried to stop the ash grey throne, but alas! The ash grey throne turned ethereal

good will ever come

silence returned to the void, and

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after

time for your lessons about Dao