Chapter 137 - Still Too Young (2/2)

”I wonder how many died…” These were top-tier experts. In their respective continents, they could be rulers of billions, conquer as kings and queens for tens of thousands of years, but their lives were reaped here. It caused him to well up with melancholy.

The world of cultivation may be defined by strength, but many in their pursuit of strength die. Their stories vanishing in the sands of time, their lives no longer affecting those around them and their fight against the heavens ending with their last bemoaned breath.

Would he suffer a similar fate one day? A fate where his breath ceased and his dao vanished?

Ma Xiuren looked at Yan Zaizen curiously, noticing his intense reactions. She reached out and gently held Yan Zaizen's hand with her small dainty one.

”Huh?” Feeling someone's hand intermingled with his own, Yan Zaizen was startled. His gaze turned to see a little girl with bright eyes and a soft smile. Despite this little girl having the age close to three thousand, that smile calmed down his mind. Taking a deep breath, he recollected his mental state.

”As cultivators, we fight against the heavens. We fight against our fellow man. We fight against time itself. Our only reason for existence is to fight. Fight for a better life, to protect our loved ones, and to experience contentment without fear. If the day comes that I die, then I'll die. Until then, I'll fight.” He silently muttered to himself, a dark-amber luster illuminating his gaze.

”...” Pinaka stayed silent during this. For this, this specific realization, Yan Zaizen needed to find the path himself. As cultivators, no one's immortal, and the fighting never stopped. As she said before, we fight for us! But that also meant we die for us! Her former master had profound cultivation that could contend against the heavens and a dao of his own, and yet...he still perished beneath another's blade.

Ma Xiuren's hand clenched a little tighter, her gaze also occupied with a blazing luminance.

As they reached the fourth floor, they discovered the situation wasn't much different. However, the fights here was beyond what words could describe. The most simple and direct way to do so: It was savage to the extreme. The corridors numbered six, yet each one was filled with pools of multicolored blood, pieces of bones and even brain matter. There were remnant true-essence and vital energy scattered about that caused the surroundings to feel turbulent and heavy.

Yan Zaizen could even see feathers that seemed to originate from that large four-winged bird scattered about drenched in silver blood. There was even a giant's head...however only half of it remained. It was severely affected by the Mortal Law of Decay. The smell it emitted was horrendously putrid. The gaze in its singular eye was filled with an unwillingness to concede before being sharply removed.

As his first Realm Exploration Campaign, he was surprised by all this. As he continued to approach the next spatial platform, Yan Zaizen saw a broken blade.

”This is…” His memory flashed as he remembered Guàn Cui's sky-rank sword.

This was it.

He could sense her remnant true-essence lingering on the broken pieces. Ma Xiuren looked at the broken blade and didn't show any shift of expression. Even towards the violence from the corridor, her bright eyes contained a trace of pureness that seemed untainted. Perhaps she had gotten used to such events. Perhaps she ignored them. However, Yan Zaizen felt a little relieved.

”I'm truly too young.” He silently muttered in admittance. In his lifetime, he has killed. He has slaughtered people, but typically he's always been in the superior position. Never had he faced struggles or seen someone die fighting with all their might and will. Regardless of his Dao, he was never in a situation where he had to fight with his life truly on the line.

He looked towards the pathway that leads to the next spatial platform. A scene flashed across his eyes. He held the body of a person, his eyes filled with crimson tears, and his mouth frothing with emotion. A stomach-curdling scream was released at the heavens. No, it seemed to go beyond that.

In a split second, his vision returned as if the scene had never occurred. There was a remnant of surrealism at it all. As if the scene was truly real but also wasn't.

Before, when his cultivation base was weaker, he experienced something similar.

Looking at his right hand, he felt a surrealness wash over him. ”That...didn't look like me, but why...did it feel like me.” He was more attuned towards the slight changes than before, and he wasn't so naive to believe it happened twice without reason. Almost instinctively, he caressed his glabella. This action caused him to freeze. Shaking his head, he realized the mysteries about him was far too great.

His cultivation base has already reached a high-realm, yet he still discovered nothing about what the black hole means or how it became a part of his soul.

”Let's go.” Those questions will be answered in the future, but he felt that day was far away. With that, they entered the fifth floor.

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