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.
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