"Young man, why have you co to my academy?" The middle-aged scholar did not answer whether he was the dean, but continued to scrutinize Yusuf Zuck with a wary gaze because, in his perception, he couldn’t see through this young man at all, not even sensing his cultivation level.
This was undoubtedly frightening, and his heart was also shocked.
"Greetings, respected dean, my na is Yusuf Zuck, from beyond the sky." Yusuf first saluted the middle-aged scholar to introduce himself, then said, "I have co specifically to learn about the Martial God, and I hope you can enlighten !"
Yusuf knew that to relocate that Silent Space, he could only start with the Martial God. By understanding everything about the Martial God, and knowing all his information, perhaps he could find clues regarding the Silent Space.
"You co from beyond the sky?" The dean’s pupils suddenly contracted, as if extrely shocked, and he finally clasped his fists and bowed, "Guest, please co with ."
"Thank you." Yusuf followed the middle-aged scholar through several corridors, eventually entering a courtyard. The courtyard was very clean, with no one inside. In the middle stood a large phoenix tree, on which there was a magpie’s nest, and two magpies chirped incessantly.
The two sat beneath the tree. The middle-aged scholar waved his hand, producing a pot of hot tea, then personally poured Yusuf a cup, gesturing for him to drink.
Yusuf picked up the cup, sniffed lightly, then nodded, "With a jasmine fragrance, good tea. I haven’t tasted this flavor for many years!"
"May I ask why the guest is inquiring about the Martial God’s exploits?" The middle-aged scholar seed to have relaxed his guard at this mont because he couldn’t detect any murderous intent from Yusuf’s eyes.
"It’s like this." Yusuf set down the teacup and said, "I encountered the Martial God in a silent space, but after I left, I couldn’t find that Silent Space again, so I want to know so of the Martial God’s previous exploits. Perhaps it can help !"
"You say you’ve t the Martial God?" The middle-aged scholar exclaid in surprise.
"Why? Is there sothing wrong?" Yusuf asked curiously.
"Do you know how many years it has been since the Martial God left us?" The middle-aged scholar asked in return.
"I don’t know. How many years?"
"Nearly a billion years!" The middle-aged scholar raised a finger.
"Oh, so what?" Yusuf was puzzled. Leaving for a billion years is just a billion years; is there sothing strange about it?
The middle-aged scholar looked at Yusuf in astonishnt, continuously examining him. A billion years, such a remote number! Yet this young man seed nonchalant, as if billions of years were insignificant!
"Are you saying that the Martial God is still alive? Can live a billion years?" The middle-aged scholar’s mouth twitched incessantly. He was the strongest person in this celestial position, but his lifespan was only around ten thousand years.
Yusuf then understood what the middle-aged scholar ant, so he smiled and said, "Dean, the world outside is fascinating. A billion years, for so people, or people like , is rely the flick of a finger. And to my knowledge, many people have lived through an era or several eras, each era lasting a several tis over a billion years."
"Uh..." The middle-aged scholar’s mind instantly went blank.
Isn’t that immortality?
"Dean?" Seeing the middle-aged scholar stunned, Yusuf reminded him softly!
"Sorry, I was impolite," the middle-aged scholar apologized, then took a deep breath, "Then may I ask if you are an immortal or a deity?"
"Neither." Yusuf shook his head, "I have surpassed the realm of deities, and there are many people like in this world!"
"Whew~" The middle-aged scholar visibly exhaled because, for him, this was too incredible.
"So, can you now tell about the Martial God?" Yusuf asked again.
"We have a Martial God Temple here, and since the Martial God left, no one has entered. If you want to know about the Martial God, you can only go to the Martial God Temple. What I have here are just legends; after all, the ti is too distant!"
"Where is the Martial God Temple?" Yusuf asked curiously.
"In the Little Amitabha of the back mountain."
"Oh, can I go there?"
"Naturally, but... since Master Yusuf cos from the world beyond, do you know how we mortal cultivators can ascend?"
"Ascension?" Yusuf frowned, "Your celestial position cannot ascend!" Yusuf knew well that this was the Martial God’s space world. Without his permission, probably no one could sense the heavenly tribulation, nor break through the plane.
Of course, now this Martial God space has beco his own!
"Then how did you co to us?" The middle-aged scholar continued to ask curiously because, indeed, he was like a frog in a well at this celestial position!
"It’s simple, look!" Yusuf smiled, waved his hand, and a chop of his hand created a large rift in the void before them.
"Step out from here, and you’ll enter the world outside!"
"You... shattered the void!" The middle-aged scholar was so shocked that he jumped up. How powerful was this person, shattering the void with a wave of a hand?
Yusuf shook his head, closing the shattered void, and smiled, "This is just a small trick, and many people outside can do it. But do you want to ascend?"
"Yes, Master Yusuf, all of us cultivators, all the cultivators throughout history on our Martial God continent, our only dream is to ascend and transform into immortals, to enter that wonderful celestial court and sit among the immortals. However, unfortunately, besides the Martial God in those days, no one else has ever ascended."
"Just now you said, our celestial position cannot ascend? Why?" The middle-aged scholar was nervous but also very excited because he had finally found soone who understood, so how could he not be excited? He also didn’t want to miss this opportunity.
Yusuf thought for a mont, then replied, "Your celestial position, and thirty-two other celestial positions, all belong to soone else’s cave-heaven world and do not belong to the normal mortal world. You thirty-three celestial positions all have a deity who does not allow you to leave here, thus you naturally cannot sense the heavenly tribulation, unable to fly away from the celestial position!"
"What?" The middle-aged scholar cried out in shock, his face full of terror, "Who is this person, and why does he do this?"
Yusuf let out a bitter laugh, "It should be the Martial God. As for why he does it, it’s because the world you live in is a space cave-heaven he refined. Your life and death are at his whim, or perhaps your ancestors originally lived in another mortal world, and it was the Martial God who moved them to this cave-heaven, unable to sense heavenly tribulation."
"To put it unpleasantly, you are rely mortal small cultivators raised by him."
"This is impossible!" The middle-aged scholar shouted loudly.
"That’s all I have to say. But if you want to go out, I can take you for a tour. It’s not difficult, to see the outside world is good, or if you want to visit the other thirty-two celestial positions, that’s also fine, no problem at all!"
"You can take us out?" The middle-aged scholar was so excited that his arms were trembling.
"Yes, after I co out of the Martial God Temple, I will take you out. Just gather so people; there’s no problem, arrange your ho!" With that, Yusuf headed towards the back mountain.
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