Chapter 128 - Records of The Disciples (1) (2/2)

It was like a world had been opened up. The heavens suddenly turned into nothing but earthly d.e.s.i.r.es. When I experienced the full might of master's art, I became worthy of becoming a god. Master had made me into a god with only a single art.

I cried my eyes out for an entire month. I was about to kill myself because of this blunder, remembering that my fat was what fuelled the very principles of the immortal art.

When master found me close to death, he sighed. It seemed like nothing to him. My effort that had all been wasted seemed like nothing in front of him. Instead of punishing me for making such a huge blunder, he gave me a new art.

I trained in the Domineering Might art from then onwards. With every passing day, my muscles became more powerful and flexible. The power hidden in my body was simply terrifying. At first, I thought that I had directly broken through to a stage higher, but it was just my raw physical power. Master had turned me into something greater again.

My lapse in judgement turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

From then onwards, I followed master until he finally ascended past the material plane.

Now, we only hear from master in periodic messages from the plane above. His words of encouragement always feel good, motivating us to stay on the correct path. His tales of a land that had not been inhabited by any sentient creature had pulled us all in.

It was something strange he told us. He seemed happy for once.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away. My master taught me the meaning of the broom.

I was merely a janitor of a backwater sect then. Master had not even stepped into the realm of immortals, yet his very existence was more profound than the strongest Immortal Grandmaster.

When he took me in as a disciple, I felt honoured. I would finally have the opportunity to train under a Nascent Soul expert I thought. I was clearly not estimating the profoundness of my master well. The art that he taught me millions of years ago still follows me to this day.

My name is in honour of master. I am a disciple that still remembers my father for life. Even when I am drifting away in this infinite space, I will still cultivate knowing that I will be able to see master once again.

My broom may be the strongest of its kind but master is the most peerless of them all.

As one that values effort over talent, my master instantly found his way into my eternal gratitude. With every passing hour, I became more hard working. All of this to impress my master.

Just like my brothers, we all worked until we could not. Our eternal devotion could not be broken by the chains of fatigue.

I still remember a profound phrase that master once told us.

'Am I tired because of training or Blue?'

At first, we did not know what he meant. However, I spent every waking hour deciphering master's riddle, eventually coming to the conclusion that master's fatigue came from the never ending blue sky that chained us all to this plane. But I went deeper and found much more. Is the sky really blue?

At last, I realised what master meant.

His teaching will always be in my heart.