Chapter 473: The Nascent Soul Realm - 473
Zhu Yi wanted to cultivate fast and become as strong as he could as fast as possible, but he understood that it was impossible.
Without anything else to do, Zhu Yi entered the Time bubble and continued cultivating. Outside the bubble, 5 years passed. Inside the bubble, Zhu Yi had cultivated for 15 years. Every now and then, he took time to practice the sword, but 99% of the time inside was dedicated to cultivation.
He was now at the 7th level of the core formation realm. He had not stopped cultivating. After so long, he had simply taken a step out of the time bubble and breathed in the fresh air.
And that was when the world shook. Zhu Yi did not even need a moment to understand that whatever was happening was far beyond his comprehension.
It didn't only feel as if the world was shaking, but as if the entire universe was being affected. Of course, Zhu Yi could not tell such a thing. It was simply a feeling.
A voice came from above.
"Chaos. It's been nearly 10 quadrillion years since we last fought. What took so long?"
Zhou Fan instantly recognized the voice.
"Heaven. I was hoping that your lifespan would have been gone by now. You are truly abnormal."
Heaven laughed. "I could say the same about you. I suppose we have great fathers."
The existence known as Chaos responded. "Father? More like creators. And like our creators, we too shall fight."
"And like my father, I will defeat you."
"The Origin God is dead. If he was alive, would we be talking?"
Heaven retorted. "If my father was dead, I would not exist."
"As I said, no real proof. You cling to false hope."
Another voice chimed in. "What if I agreed with Heaven?"
Zhou Fan once again recognized the voice. Although it was different, it gave off the same feeling as always.
"Ying Xiong. You continue to live as well. I don't know why a being such as you exists. You should simply die."
Chaos spoke to Ying Xiong much more harshly than Heaven.
Ying Xiong laughed. "A blessing and a curse. At the very least, I get to protect everything from you."
"Enough talk. Let's see if I can't win today. My creator lost because he wielded only one power. I wield both the power of Chaos and Cultivation. Try and defeat me." Chaos spoke.
There was no more noise. Nothing more could reach Zhu Yi's world.
Zhu Yi held his head as blood poured out of his ears and eyes. Although he was in the core formation realm, he was no different from a mortal against the simple existence of those voices.
Luckily, even mortals had survived the voice. It seemed that everyone would sustain the same minor injuries regardless of cultivation level.
Zhu Yi quickly healed up and sat on the ground in shock. He did not know much, but he knew that whoever had spoken was at a level beyond his comprehension.
He ignored Zhou Fan, who stared at the sky. He was glad that not too much had changed. At the very least, everything would be safe for a few quadrillion years. By then, he would probably return.
"Why are you sitting around like an idiot? Hurry up and cultivate." Zhou Fan said.
Zhu Yi snapped out of his trance and looked at Zhou Fan in confusion. His master seemed to be talking differently.
After a moment, Zhu Yi shook his head and re-entered the time bubble. He began cultivating once again.
35 years later, Zhu Yi prepared to break through. His core transformed into a nascent soul.
Zhu Yi had finally reached the nascent soul realm. He felt much safer than before. Even if a soul formation realm cultivator attacked him, he was confident in escaping alive.
Before cultivating any further, Zhu Yi took down the array, grabbed his sword, and flew over towards the writing sect. It was time to figure out the truth of this world.
As a nascent soul realm cultivator, Zhu Yi's speed had increased by a large amount. It took him three days to reach the writing sect.
From afar, the writing sect seemed to exist on a giant, open book. The words were either scribbles, or written in the language that Wen SI's technique used, if there even was a language.
Zhu YI was only guessing that there was.
As he flew closer, someone met him in the sky.
It was a core formation realm cultivator. He could clearly sense Zhu Yi's nascent soul realm cultivation, but he showed no fear. In fact, he was a little arrogant.
"Who dares to come so close to the Writing sect?" He asked with his arms crossed.
Zhu Yi did not waste any time with him. "I'm here to meet Wen Si. Tell him Zhu Yi has come."
The core formation realm cultivator stared at him for a moment before pulling a talisman out of his spatial ring.
Zhu Yi could not tell what was happening, but a minute later, the core formation realm cultivators attitude changed.
"So you're a friend of Wen Si. I apologize. I'll lead you there now." The core formation realm cultivator said.
Zhu Yi nodded, and he flew below the clouds. The writing sect seemed to simply be a city built on a giant book. As they flew to a large building near the center, the Core Formation realm cultivator began to speak.
"The book that the Writing sect is written on was supposedly left by the founder. If one looks in a certain area, they would find the basic inheritance of the writing sect. Of course, such a section is covered by buildings."
Zhu Yi listened to the Core Formation realm cultivator talk about the history and power of the Writing sect. He was essentially flexing on Zhu Yi.
Zhu Yi did not mind it. He was learning about the Writing sect every second.
The flight was short and Zhu Yi eventually reached the entrance of a large building. The Core Formation realm cultivator sent him inside and left.
Chapter 474: Reuniting - 474
Inside the building, a Qi gathering realm cultivator led Zhu Yi to the top floor. Entering through a door, Zhu Yi saw Wen Si cultivating.
From the feeling he gave off, he was at the 1st level of the core formation realm. As Zhu Yi entered, Wen Si opened his eyes.
"Why are you here?" He asked simply.
"I want to know about the celestial ice sect." Zhu Yi responded.
Wen Si shook his head. "Do you have something to offer, or do you just expect me to tell you for free?"
"What if we sparred?" Zhu Yi asked. He found the current Wen Si unusual.
Wen Si thought for a moment and agreed. "Fine."
He took out his brush and paper without wasting a single second. As soon as he drew on the paper, he stopped. Zhu Yi held a sword to his throat.
"You of the writing sect aren't all that threatening if you don't have time to write."
Zhu Yi's comment clearly made Wen Si annoyed. "What do you want to know?"
Wen Si quickly accepted his defeat.
"I want to know everything."
Wen Si looked at him deeply. He seemed different from before.
"You think too much of our friendship. You don't get to know everything you want unless you want to fight the entire sect as well."
Zhu Yi somewhat expected such a response. They had both been younger back then.
"Tell me what you can."
"Alright. The celestial ice sect is powerful. Very powerful. They do not exist in this world. No matter how much I speak, I cannot accurately describe them. They are on a different level. If you wish to truly understand, leave this world." Wen Si said.
"And how will I find the celestial ice sect?" Zhu Yi asked.
"You'll understand in the future. Our world is just one of many. The world above can be considered a true world where the strong gather." Wen Si said.
Zhu Yi did not understand a lot, but that seemed to be a common theme. He could either accept it, or beat Wen Si until he shared more information. Unfortunately, they were inside the writing sect. He would probably die if he tried to do something like that.
Zhu Yi sighed in disappointment and walked away. All of his worries would be solved by increasing his strength, and gaining strength was what he planned to do.
He planned to go into seclusion and cultivate for a long time. Many cultivators did so.
There was only one thing remaining before he did so. He needed to visit his parents.
Cultivation was a long path, and they would die long before he did. it would be best to see them one last time.
Zhu Yi remembered where he lived and flew to the village. As a nascent soul realm cultivator, he had no issue doing so.
He soon returned and flew down into a valley. Waving his hand, the cave he had entered long ago was blown open. Zhu Yi waved his hand, and Zhou Fan's body was stored into his spatial ring.
Zhu Yi then turned around and, with a single step, arrived at the village. Looking around, both a lot and nothing had changed. The people had changed greatly. Many shops had shut down and been replaced, while others grew larger and had new owners.
However, the atmosphere remained the same. Mostly vibrant. Such was the life of mortals. There were a lot less worries.
Zhu Yi walked around. He spotted his house and knocked on the door.
An old lady opened the door, leaning on a cane. Seeing her, memories flew through Zhu Yi's mind. It felt like the time he had spent here was so short, yet so long.
The old lady paused and tears poured from her eyes. Zhu Yi seemed young, though much different from himself when he left. However, he was still easily recognizable, especially by his own parents.
The old lady dropped her cane and hugged Zhu Yi tightly. "I never thought I'd see you again! Look at you! You're a real cultivator."
Although Zhu Yi had not thought much of his parents, he still felt warmth from them. Perhaps he, more than many cultivators, had an appreciation for mortals.
As Zhu Yi's mother cried, his father soon came, joining.
Zhou Fan stood away from them. He didn't quite understand it all. He couldn't quite remember having such intense familial emotions. At most, he liked Leaf and the animals at the manor. It was hard to say if he truly loved them like this, however.
He couldn't help but think to himself. He had never even thought about crying after not seeing Leaf for so long.
Even if they met again, he would just smile.
'Have I ever felt love?'
Everything he thought was love seemed so fake in front of Zhu Yi's family.
It was at this moment that Zhou Fan finally realized a long obvious truth. He wasn't built for such emotions.
He remembered seeing someone's funeral and feeling somewhat sad. It was so long ago that he couldn't remember.
It must have been when he was younger and more emotional.
He thought back to the beasts. He hadn't even felt that sad when he found out that they were dead.
Even for Zhu Yi, he merely felt proud at some times. He would be upset if Zhu Yi died, but that's all.
Zhou Fan seriously looked back at every part of his life. Countless figures flashed through his mind. The beasts, the buddha, the animals at the manor, Heaven, Lu Wei, the old man from the library, Ying Xiong, Anna, all of humanity, all of his creations, all life within the universe.
He felt no love, neither kinship, familial, the love of a teacher, a mentor, a friend, a lover, nothing.
At most, he liked things.
And most interesting of all, he didn't care. Right now, he was simply curious as to why he had never felt things that all humans seemed to feel. Was he even human?
There was no doubt that he was. He had checked long ago.
'The time when I felt the most emotions? That would have to be when I fought the Cosmic Dao. That was fun.'
Zhou Fan seemed to be lost in his thoughts as Zhu Yi cried with his parents.
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