Chapter 321
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Chapter 321
Given the rate at which cultivators moved and their desire for exploration, it seemed logical that the whole world would have been scoured many times over, every inch picked through for things that were of interest. Of course, there were many factors that made that not the case. First, while those with higher cultivations were able to travel quickly they seldom paid close attention to their surroundings except to avoid danger. Even if they were looking for something in specific, certain treasures had ways of hiding from their senses. While it might not be specifically intended for cultivators, plants preferred to be eaten by specific sorts of beasts to spread their seeds. And that also assumed that everything interesting was on the surface and more or less stationary. But the world wasnt static, but dynamic and ever-changing.
The fact of the matter was that the number of cultivators in the world was also not so many as to have explored everything. Especially with the huge loss that came some centuries prior, to the point that modern cultivators hadnt even been aware of the specific reasons things ended up how they were. Specifically, an invasion by ascended individuals. Information had intentionally been sewed to indicate it was just a war among cultivators, and while that couldnt change the memories of individuals, it seemed the Twin Soul Sect and those like them had worked behind the scenes for some time to make the matter properly murky. Along with time itself naturally confusing issues, few individuals remained aware of what happened- though some had dredged it up, like Everheart himself.
With all of that said, Anton understood how things could still be hidden, and so the mere fact that nobody had found them yet meant nothing. Especially with regards to his current target. Everheart had a track records for keeping his tombs completely unknown until the intended time to reveal them. That was possibly partly by virtue of the simplest method of hiding something, putting it behind or under something else. In short, usually buried in the ground or in the side of a mountain where it was naturally difficult to sense with energy.
It was reasonable to assume that the most grandiose of Everhearts tombs was also his last, one tied to information on ascension and absurdly located on the moon- except for a large quantity of teleportation formations that had likewise been hidden until the time came.
It stood to reason that if there were more tombs they would reveal themselves when Everheart intended, but that assumed two things. First was that Everheart was infallible and nothing had gone wrong and second that he didnt have anything intentionally kept secret.
The thought had begun scratching at the back of Antons mind at some point, and he couldnt shake it. It wasnt a supernatural compulsion, but it still turned into something of an obsession. For all his uncertainty about the personality of the man, Everhearts work was impressive. So far there had been no complete notes on his prowess with formations. Anton also suspected he was the sort to keep caches of resources scattered about for his use, and they might not have all been consumed as of yet.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Anton could spout a dozen reasons, but truthfully he was just searching for something. Something that could help against the impending invasion, more than just sitting tight and waiting for it to happen. In normal situations, Anton would have been a fan of the status quo, nothing in particular changing as long as people were still given room to grow. But despite the rapid development in various areas, Anton still felt it wasnt enough. If the Luminous Ocean Society and others like them had been destroyed, it just didnt seem like enough. Perhaps in a few decades the Order would match up to some extent, but even a handful of great sects wouldnt be enough.
Perhaps nothing would. But Anton had to try, and Everheart had some of the answers. Maybe he wouldnt like the answers. Maybe they werent even available in this world anymore, instead tightly locked up inside Everhearts head when he ascended. Yet that didnt mean Anton wouldnt find anything. And of course, he wasnt going to reject things that had no relation to Everheart. Any information on ancient sects that had been destroyed would be something to take note of.
All of that was how Anton found himself standing in the grasslands of Ambati, where the Enlightened Cloud Society one stood. I see what you mean, Ayotunde. Anton spread his senses out, finding nothing but plants, animals, and dirt. Even ten or twenty meters down, there was nothing. Every stone dismantled. Down to the last brick.
The discovery was quite well known to the previous generation. I remember hearing about it. A place not on any maps, suddenly rocketing into the public view. Despite lingering dangers, the treasures in the area were tantalizing to seekers from Ambati and eventually the rest of the continent. And then he gestured. It ran out. It has once more returned to not being on maps, because there is nothing.
I didnt disbelieve you, Anton nodded, But I still thought there would be more to see. I cant even tell where things were anymore. Its as if it never existed.
Nobody is perfect. They cant cover everything.
-----
Outside of what could be perceived in normal space, some version of Everheart grinned. His eyes were sunken, his body little more than skin and bones. He had no energy to maintain anything resembling youthful looks, not that anyone who viewed him would be given the chance to remember. But though he appeared about to die, his crooked grin wouldnt cease.
Everheart liked to talk. Preferably to others so he could inform them of how smart he was, but lacking a target talking to himself would do. Heh. Those kids. Theyre gonna work me to death. I didnt think theyd send nearly so many people my way. Hopefully the numbers have slowed not because those bastards are holding out but because there are hardly any left. Everheart paced around in a place that was nowhere. Stupid me. Why didnt I make some way to communicate with the rest? Ah, I know. I know. The costs. What good is a little certainty when it can be traded away for power? Everheart spit. If I were here Id strangle myself for those thoughts. Cant live for free. Should have known a man cant live on the satisfaction of killing traitors alone.
He continued to pace. A trickle of energy continued to feed into him. There was no problem with that, at least. He just needed to keep himself together. After a long time of inactivity hed been subjected to a flurry of work. Now he just had to keep it up for a few measly years. Decades. Whatever those were called. A couple centuries of nothing but waiting might have knocked a few screws loose.
If he ever had them to begin with.
The worst part is, Everheart sighed. Being stuck. Unable to make any progress. Knowing my demise is inevitable well, thats another reason that Id never check in on myself, for my own safety.
He swiveled as another one appeared. They werent even worthy of a cage. Given how they were devoid of anything that could be called equipment, their sense of self was lacking. It only took a wave of his hand to remove them. Having never experienced it himself, Everheart didnt know whether or not they might still exist afterwards, but he knew enough to say that they would not be in any state to convey information or receive their promised rewards. The difference between a broken, blank slate and a new person was irrelevant for these purposes. That was left to the philosophers. Which was also him, on occasion.
The others had to wonder if they were people. Everheart knew they werent, and the him here had that knowledge. But maybe he was more than just energy imbued with purpose. But the question was, if he was anything more than that did it matter? He wasnt going to shirk his duties. Whether person or not, he understood that the job had to be done. He just couldnt help but wonder if the true Everheart would bother to reincorporate them. There hadnt been a method to do so when this one was made, but that wouldnt stop Everheart if he wanted to. But maybe there was no purpose to it. Useless memories that were better to not have, and little else.
Besides, the original Everheart might not have wanted to do it. There was no thought about it before, but this ones experiences told him that he would do it, given the chance. They would not be allowed to be individuals of any sort. That would be crazy. But perhaps somehow they might combine into the whole. That ought to teach him a lesson about making projections willy nilly. Hundreds, no, thousands of years of isolation forced into him all at once.
But while it was a nice thought, traitors had to be dealt with first. And then he wouldnt exist. It was stupid, but that was just the kind of person he was. It was just that for other people he left behind a smattering of semi-useful techniques and knowledge. He simply hadnt thought to leave anything for himself.
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Chapter 321
Given the rate at which cultivators moved and their desire for exploration, it seemed logical that the whole world would have been scoured many times over, every inch picked through for things that were of interest. Of course, there were many factors that made that not the case. First, while those with higher cultivations were able to travel quickly they seldom paid close attention to their surroundings except to avoid danger. Even if they were looking for something in specific, certain treasures had ways of hiding from their senses. While it might not be specifically intended for cultivators, plants preferred to be eaten by specific sorts of beasts to spread their seeds. And that also assumed that everything interesting was on the surface and more or less stationary. But the world wasnt static, but dynamic and ever-changing.
The fact of the matter was that the number of cultivators in the world was also not so many as to have explored everything. Especially with the huge loss that came some centuries prior, to the point that modern cultivators hadnt even been aware of the specific reasons things ended up how they were. Specifically, an invasion by ascended individuals. Information had intentionally been sewed to indicate it was just a war among cultivators, and while that couldnt change the memories of individuals, it seemed the Twin Soul Sect and those like them had worked behind the scenes for some time to make the matter properly murky. Along with time itself naturally confusing issues, few individuals remained aware of what happened- though some had dredged it up, like Everheart himself.
With all of that said, Anton understood how things could still be hidden, and so the mere fact that nobody had found them yet meant nothing. Especially with regards to his current target. Everheart had a track records for keeping his tombs completely unknown until the intended time to reveal them. That was possibly partly by virtue of the simplest method of hiding something, putting it behind or under something else. In short, usually buried in the ground or in the side of a mountain where it was naturally difficult to sense with energy.
It was reasonable to assume that the most grandiose of Everhearts tombs was also his last, one tied to information on ascension and absurdly located on the moon- except for a large quantity of teleportation formations that had likewise been hidden until the time came.
It stood to reason that if there were more tombs they would reveal themselves when Everheart intended, but that assumed two things. First was that Everheart was infallible and nothing had gone wrong and second that he didnt have anything intentionally kept secret.
The thought had begun scratching at the back of Antons mind at some point, and he couldnt shake it. It wasnt a supernatural compulsion, but it still turned into something of an obsession. For all his uncertainty about the personality of the man, Everhearts work was impressive. So far there had been no complete notes on his prowess with formations. Anton also suspected he was the sort to keep caches of resources scattered about for his use, and they might not have all been consumed as of yet.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
Anton could spout a dozen reasons, but truthfully he was just searching for something. Something that could help against the impending invasion, more than just sitting tight and waiting for it to happen. In normal situations, Anton would have been a fan of the status quo, nothing in particular changing as long as people were still given room to grow. But despite the rapid development in various areas, Anton still felt it wasnt enough. If the Luminous Ocean Society and others like them had been destroyed, it just didnt seem like enough. Perhaps in a few decades the Order would match up to some extent, but even a handful of great sects wouldnt be enough.
Perhaps nothing would. But Anton had to try, and Everheart had some of the answers. Maybe he wouldnt like the answers. Maybe they werent even available in this world anymore, instead tightly locked up inside Everhearts head when he ascended. Yet that didnt mean Anton wouldnt find anything. And of course, he wasnt going to reject things that had no relation to Everheart. Any information on ancient sects that had been destroyed would be something to take note of.
All of that was how Anton found himself standing in the grasslands of Ambati, where the Enlightened Cloud Society one stood. I see what you mean, Ayotunde. Anton spread his senses out, finding nothing but plants, animals, and dirt. Even ten or twenty meters down, there was nothing. Every stone dismantled. Down to the last brick.
The discovery was quite well known to the previous generation. I remember hearing about it. A place not on any maps, suddenly rocketing into the public view. Despite lingering dangers, the treasures in the area were tantalizing to seekers from Ambati and eventually the rest of the continent. And then he gestured. It ran out. It has once more returned to not being on maps, because there is nothing.
I didnt disbelieve you, Anton nodded, But I still thought there would be more to see. I cant even tell where things were anymore. Its as if it never existed.
Nobody is perfect. They cant cover everything.
-----
Outside of what could be perceived in normal space, some version of Everheart grinned. His eyes were sunken, his body little more than skin and bones. He had no energy to maintain anything resembling youthful looks, not that anyone who viewed him would be given the chance to remember. But though he appeared about to die, his crooked grin wouldnt cease.
Everheart liked to talk. Preferably to others so he could inform them of how smart he was, but lacking a target talking to himself would do. Heh. Those kids. Theyre gonna work me to death. I didnt think theyd send nearly so many people my way. Hopefully the numbers have slowed not because those bastards are holding out but because there are hardly any left. Everheart paced around in a place that was nowhere. Stupid me. Why didnt I make some way to communicate with the rest? Ah, I know. I know. The costs. What good is a little certainty when it can be traded away for power? Everheart spit. If I were here Id strangle myself for those thoughts. Cant live for free. Should have known a man cant live on the satisfaction of killing traitors alone.
He continued to pace. A trickle of energy continued to feed into him. There was no problem with that, at least. He just needed to keep himself together. After a long time of inactivity hed been subjected to a flurry of work. Now he just had to keep it up for a few measly years. Decades. Whatever those were called. A couple centuries of nothing but waiting might have knocked a few screws loose.
If he ever had them to begin with.
The worst part is, Everheart sighed. Being stuck. Unable to make any progress. Knowing my demise is inevitable well, thats another reason that Id never check in on myself, for my own safety.
He swiveled as another one appeared. They werent even worthy of a cage. Given how they were devoid of anything that could be called equipment, their sense of self was lacking. It only took a wave of his hand to remove them. Having never experienced it himself, Everheart didnt know whether or not they might still exist afterwards, but he knew enough to say that they would not be in any state to convey information or receive their promised rewards. The difference between a broken, blank slate and a new person was irrelevant for these purposes. That was left to the philosophers. Which was also him, on occasion.
The others had to wonder if they were people. Everheart knew they werent, and the him here had that knowledge. But maybe he was more than just energy imbued with purpose. But the question was, if he was anything more than that did it matter? He wasnt going to shirk his duties. Whether person or not, he understood that the job had to be done. He just couldnt help but wonder if the true Everheart would bother to reincorporate them. There hadnt been a method to do so when this one was made, but that wouldnt stop Everheart if he wanted to. But maybe there was no purpose to it. Useless memories that were better to not have, and little else.
Besides, the original Everheart might not have wanted to do it. There was no thought about it before, but this ones experiences told him that he would do it, given the chance. They would not be allowed to be individuals of any sort. That would be crazy. But perhaps somehow they might combine into the whole. That ought to teach him a lesson about making projections willy nilly. Hundreds, no, thousands of years of isolation forced into him all at once.
But while it was a nice thought, traitors had to be dealt with first. And then he wouldnt exist. It was stupid, but that was just the kind of person he was. It was just that for other people he left behind a smattering of semi-useful techniques and knowledge. He simply hadnt thought to leave anything for himself.
Chapter 321Given the rate at which cultivators moved and their desire for exploration, it seemed logical that the whole world would have been scoured many times over, every inch picked through for things that were of interest. Of course, there were many factors that made that not the case. First, while those with higher cultivations were able to travel quickly they seldom paid close attention to their surroundings except to avoid danger. Even if they were looking for something in specific, certain treasures had ways of hiding from their senses. While it might not be specifically intended for cultivators, plants preferred to be eaten by specific sorts of beasts to spread their seeds. And that also assumed that everything interesting was on the surface and more or less stationary. But the world wasnt static, but dynamic and ever-changing.The fact of the matter was that the number of cultivators in the world was also not so many as to have explored everything. Especially with the huge loss that came some centuries prior, to the point that modern cultivators hadnt even been aware of the specific reasons things ended up how they were. Specifically, an invasion by ascended individuals. Information had intentionally been sewed to indicate it was just a war among cultivators, and while that couldnt change the memories of individuals, it seemed the Twin Soul Sect and those like them had worked behind the scenes for some time to make the matter properly murky. Along with time itself naturally confusing issues, few individuals remained aware of what happened- though some had dredged it up, like Everheart himself.With all of that said, Anton understood how things could still be hidden, and so the mere fact that nobody had found them yet meant nothing. Especially with regards to his current target. Everheart had a track records for keeping his tombs completely unknown until the intended time to reveal them. That was possibly partly by virtue of the simplest method of hiding something, putting it behind or under something else. In short, usually buried in the ground or in the side of a mountain where it was naturally difficult to sense with energy. It was reasonable to assume that the most grandiose of Everhearts tombs was also his last, one tied to information on ascension and absurdly located on the moon- except for a large quantity of teleportation formations that had likewise been hidden until the time came. It stood to reason that if there were more tombs they would reveal themselves when Everheart intended, but that assumed two things. First was that Everheart was infallible and nothing had gone wrong and second that he didnt have anything intentionally kept secret.The thought had begun scratching at the back of Antons mind at some point, and he couldnt shake it. It wasnt a supernatural compulsion, but it still turned into something of an obsession. For all his uncertainty about the personality of the man, Everhearts work was impressive. So far there had been no complete notes on his prowess with formations. Anton also suspected he was the sort to keep caches of resources scattered about for his use, and they might not have all been consumed as of yet.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.Anton could spout a dozen reasons, but truthfully he was just searching for something. Something that could help against the impending invasion, more than just sitting tight and waiting for it to happen. In normal situations, Anton would have been a fan of the status quo, nothing in particular changing as long as people were still given room to grow. But despite the rapid development in various areas, Anton still felt it wasnt enough. If the Luminous Ocean Society and others like them had been destroyed, it just didnt seem like enough. Perhaps in a few decades the Order would match up to some extent, but even a handful of great sects wouldnt be enough.Perhaps nothing would. But Anton had to try, and Everheart had some of the answers. Maybe he wouldnt like the answers. Maybe they werent even available in this world anymore, instead tightly locked up inside Everhearts head when he ascended. Yet that didnt mean Anton wouldnt find anything. And of course, he wasnt going to reject things that had no relation to Everheart. Any information on ancient sects that had been destroyed would be something to take note of.All of that was how Anton found himself standing in the grasslands of Ambati, where the Enlightened Cloud Society one stood. I see what you mean, Ayotunde. Anton spread his senses out, finding nothing but plants, animals, and dirt. Even ten or twenty meters down, there was nothing. Every stone dismantled. Down to the last brick.The discovery was quite well known to the previous generation. I remember hearing about it. A place not on any maps, suddenly rocketing into the public view. Despite lingering dangers, the treasures in the area were tantalizing to seekers from Ambati and eventually the rest of the continent. And then he gestured. It ran out. It has once more returned to not being on maps, because there is nothing.I didnt disbelieve you, Anton nodded, But I still thought there would be more to see. I cant even tell where things were anymore. Its as if it never existed.Nobody is perfect. They cant cover everything.-----Outside of what could be perceived in normal space, some version of Everheart grinned. His eyes were sunken, his body little more than skin and bones. He had no energy to maintain anything resembling youthful looks, not that anyone who viewed him would be given the chance to remember. But though he appeared about to die, his crooked grin wouldnt cease.Everheart liked to talk. Preferably to others so he could inform them of how smart he was, but lacking a target talking to himself would do. Heh. Those kids. Theyre gonna work me to death. I didnt think theyd send nearly so many people my way. Hopefully the numbers have slowed not because those bastards are holding out but because there are hardly any left. Everheart paced around in a place that was nowhere. Stupid me. Why didnt I make some way to communicate with the rest? Ah, I know. I know. The costs. What good is a little certainty when it can be traded away for power? Everheart spit. If I were here Id strangle myself for those thoughts. Cant live for free. Should have known a man cant live on the satisfaction of killing traitors alone.He continued to pace. A trickle of energy continued to feed into him. There was no problem with that, at least. He just needed to keep himself together. After a long time of inactivity hed been subjected to a flurry of work. Now he just had to keep it up for a few measly years. Decades. Whatever those were called. A couple centuries of nothing but waiting might have knocked a few screws loose.If he ever had them to begin with.The worst part is, Everheart sighed. Being stuck. Unable to make any progress. Knowing my demise is inevitable well, thats another reason that Id never check in on myself, for my own safety. He swiveled as another one appeared. They werent even worthy of a cage. Given how they were devoid of anything that could be called equipment, their sense of self was lacking. It only took a wave of his hand to remove them. Having never experienced it himself, Everheart didnt know whether or not they might still exist afterwards, but he knew enough to say that they would not be in any state to convey information or receive their promised rewards. The difference between a broken, blank slate and a new person was irrelevant for these purposes. That was left to the philosophers. Which was also him, on occasion. The others had to wonder if they were people. Everheart knew they werent, and the him here had that knowledge. But maybe he was more than just energy imbued with purpose. But the question was, if he was anything more than that did it matter? He wasnt going to shirk his duties. Whether person or not, he understood that the job had to be done. He just couldnt help but wonder if the true Everheart would bother to reincorporate them. There hadnt been a method to do so when this one was made, but that wouldnt stop Everheart if he wanted to. But maybe there was no purpose to it. Useless memories that were better to not have, and little else.Besides, the original Everheart might not have wanted to do it. There was no thought about it before, but this ones experiences told him that he would do it, given the chance. They would not be allowed to be individuals of any sort. That would be crazy. But perhaps somehow they might combine into the whole. That ought to teach him a lesson about making projections willy nilly. Hundreds, no, thousands of years of isolation forced into him all at once.But while it was a nice thought, traitors had to be dealt with first. And then he wouldnt exist. It was stupid, but that was just the kind of person he was. It was just that for other people he left behind a smattering of semi-useful techniques and knowledge. He simply hadnt thought to leave anything for himself.
