Walker Of The Worlds

Xukong had been deep in cultivation for quite some time.

He had known that Lin Mu was entering an inheritance ground and that it was an uncharted territory. But he didn't mind it and knew that Lin Mu would be able to handle things. Xukong himself was close to a minor breakthrough in his cultivation and was fully focused on it.

Of course, he could sense when Lin Mu was going through teleportation channels or through the space, but it didn't bother him since it was all normal. For Xukong, Lin Mu was finally at a level where he didn't have to watch him all the time. Even if he was entirely unable to contact him, Lin Mu was capable of handling himself, or at the very least escape. He had all the skills in his arsenal and had planned for it.

But there was a limit to which Xukong gave him a freehand.

He wouldn't have minded if Lin Mu was wandering the void or swimming in space.

But he certainly didn't expect him to be jumping into a pit of death!

As such when he felt the overwhelmingly strong aura of death, Xukong was forced to awaken.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!?" his voiced boomed, not only in Lin Mu's mind but everywhere within the space.

Since Lin Mu was technically within the void still, Xukong had fewer restrictions than normal. But this also meant that the others that were with him could also hear it.

"AGH!" To them, the voice was not easy to bear and almost knocked them out merely by listening.

level, its impact felt stronger than the Aura

was surprised by Xukong's voice too, especially considering that it was audible outside his mind. "We're in a

and Crown Prince Feng Shun had managed to get over the impact of Xukong's voice and were unable to wrap their minds around what it was. Elder Hu and Ziran were the next ones to snap out of it, with the rest soon

thoughts, but a few of them felt a strange fear within their bodies. It was a fear that even surpassed the effects of the death

tried to keep his thoughts coherent but was finding it hard. 'What kind of voice… can have this power…' He didn't couldn't place a finger on it, but felt like he had

not a physical loss that Ziran could estimate, but something immaterial. Both his elven bloodlines, the Wood Elf and Dark Elf bloodlines found the voice to be something beyond their limits. It

with purer bloodlines suppression those with weaker bloodlines. But Ziran hadn't experienced it himself, as there had been no one that could do that. 'Suppression…

might within a voice… Even the direct oration from an Arhat wouldn't compare

as a sense of majesty. 'Father isn't even a fragment of sand compared to this…' Feng Shun didn't know what kind of a ruler one would have to be, in order to develop such majesty

most simply finding the voice powerful. They didn't have the kind of insights that these had

Her senses had went blank once the voice passed over,

~shua~

whose shores could not be seen was beneath

looked closely, they would realize that what was below her wasn't

her was not the night sky, but rather a large

Kang recognized

times, and was deeply familiar with it. As such, there was no chance