It was a cloud situated within the darkness, gently floating aimlessly, casting mild light into the night asionally. Situated atop the cloud was a hut, also made of a cloud. And situated within was a single hammock.
Sleeping on it was a wizened old man that for some reason looked like he had just been born. It was a distracting contrast. As usual, he used his perception of the myriadws to observe the state of the Sub-Realm and check if everything was working perfectly.
After observing Layer 3, he smirked, muttering to himself, "The humans are struggling as more and more races exit their confinedndmasses. Now that there is only one Checkpoint Turtle left for their use, one that only sells six items now, they''re having a harder time."
Typically in order, he then focused on Layer 2,ughing. "This recent change brought about by the Monster Geckos is great. The stale atmosphere of the ce has begun to change. As I expected, we need more variety of creatures to create interesting dynamics."
God Realm Cultivator!
He was one of the Gods that had created the Sub-Realm. Just like the other Gods, it was his daily pleasure to observe the state of things in the Sub-Realm and see how the things y out. As they were bored from their infinitely long lives, this was an enormous, consistent entertainment.
"Moreover, this body cultivation method may one day provide us that final push to leave the Four Realms," he thought, calmly observing Layer 2 further when he noticed the figures of Zamuria and Cultivator fighting. "Both of them are like mirror images in character. They are…interesting."
However, once he said that, he saw the battle escte before Zamuria unleashed the strongest of the attacks she hadunched till now, cing Cultivator''s life in peril. But right at this moment, a green radiance enveloped Cultivator, causing the old man to spring up with a start.
"What the fuck?"
A perennial being that had been unfazed by even the most dangerous of situations lost hisposure after seeing the green radiance. Then, when he saw Cultivator cause a crack to form in the sky of Layer 2, damaging the barrier between Layer 1 and Layer 2, the old man''s face paled. "No! No! No! My life''s work won''t be destroyed like this!"
He immediately unleashed an intense amount of Godly Energy, riling up the numerousws under him to fix up the crack immediately, only sighing in relief when it was done. He then slumped on the hammock, muttering, "Cultivator…was it? Strange. Just how is a weak creature like him capable of controlling such a powerfulw? And the strange thing is that there''s no trace of any God in thatw. Just what is happening here? Is it an unimedw?"
Suddenly, he began tough out loud. "Interesting! This is fun!"
He then turned around, waving his hand at four other people that werezily lying atop their respective hammocks. "Idiotws, take a look at what I just found."
…
"What the…?" Zamuria stared at the crack in the sky with a frightened expression, screaming at Cultivator immediately. "Idiot! If that destroys this Sub-Realm, we''ll die along with it!"
"Tee-hee!" Cultivator snuck out his tongue, acting shocked himself, behaving as if he wasn''t rted to the massive crack in the sky.
Every single living being in Layer 2 stared in fear at the crack in the sky, one that seemed like the cue to their world''s end.
"Oh my god!"
"No! I don''t want to die!"
"Save us!"
"Lord Krune, protect us!"
Numerous sounds of screams and pleas alike resounded from all over Layer 2 when the crack in the sky closed automatically, as if it hadn''t existed there in the first ce. It swiftly disappeared, causing everyone to wonder whether it was an illusion or reality.
As for the ck Demons, they had been staring at Cultivator''s actions and hence had seen the green energy emanating from him that created the crack in the sky. They trembled, recalling the words Feifei had fed them over the years through the Supreme Monster Gecko.
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured on them. Even though they had heard plenty about cultivators and the difference in power they had at higher levels whenpared to mortals, only when they saw it through their eyes did they realize just how ignorant they had been.
"One hit. Just one mild touch with the index finger was enough to almost destroy our world. Just…" Hwait trembled in fear. Before, it had assumed that even though the difference between them and cultivators would be high, it wouldn''t have been much. Rather, it should have been a gap scble thanks to their tough bodies. And, only high-level cultivators should prove troublesome to them.
But now, the sense of power disyed here was beyond what they were even capable of processing, despite witnessing it first-hand.
"I think it''s for the best if we stop and talk things out peacefully for now." Cultivator finally broke the silence as he faced Zamuria. "Besides, I have a couple of questions that I hope you''ll be able to answer."
Right at this moment, Krunended beside him, swiftly arriving to his aid as he asked Cultivator in a hurry, "Are you alright? What happened? How did you unleash such a frightening attack?"
"Remember that hilt?" Cultivator said in response. "I just used some of its power. It''s not suppressed even in here."
"Makes sense." Krune nodded, not pressing forth much since there were too many prying ears in the ce. He was then surprised to see Feifei inquiring about the wellbeing of Zamuria, inspecting the other party''s injuries.
''This situation is kind ofplicated.'' He sighed as he thought to himself before asking Cultivator, "Why were the two of you fighting?"
"She just started to attack me all of a sudden. And I don''t even know why she did that." Cultivator shrugged in exhaustion. "And no matter how many times I asked, she never told me about it."
Krune frowned in response, taking a deeper nce at Zamuria before looking at Cultivator, alternating his gaze between the two as he soon let out a light sigh, patting Cultivator on the shoulder as his eyelids twitched, whispering, "Say, wasn''t she the reason you arrived on Zamuria Continent in the first ce?"