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.

He thought about how the boy was hardworking, even though his innate talent in cultivation was low. He had chosen not to tell this to Lin Mu as he wanted to see if he

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

have tried to go against the heavens, yet few have survived it. Even the ones that survived it shortly disappeared, though people still had some evidence

then remembered a memory

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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

pillars. These streaks of light would touch the white pillars and then be absorbed by them. One could even see the streaks traveling

pillars. The light streaks would transfer from the white pillars to the fine threads, which would then carry it to Xukong's

the void slowly reduced. 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

some disturbance in the distance. His perception spread in the surroundings and suppressed all the distortions. Even though the void was always silent,

unusual of

started swirling and an ash grey throne appeared. The throne was empty, yet a presence could still be

so bothered by my presence that I can't even visit

unless it was something important and your other slaves

their own

where you only have two choices? Their karma is chained and will be until you choose

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

want to argue with you. Just tell me what you are here for."

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

your influence doesn't extend to? You should be able to observe everything on your own,

What did you do!!!?" Xukong

wish I could tell you, but there are other machinations underway." The voice

making countless threads

grey throne, but alas! The ash grey

Nothing good will ever come out of this."

the silence returned to the void, and Xukong became immovable once

*****

his trail of memories after hearing Lin

lessons about