Master of Untold Daos

Chapter 445:

Heavenly Dao Sanctuary

As for talks about me liking cultivation, don’t be stupid, I never did it in the first place.

Chen Ming was pondering his most pressing matter. He trained his Hegemonic Immortal Sword and got a passing score and yet it could get even stronger. I have to fuse them flawlessly, to become one.

Despite all talks, it was easier said than done.

He got it now, I need to train two swords into becoming one. This is the Hegemonic Immortal Sword.

He brought them this far and now he just had to make the fusion harmonious.

If not for having prior knowledge of this working, he’d never believed it possible even beaten to death.

Hardship cultivation’s sword arts were used with a firm grip on the sword, as opposed to spiritual cultivation’s sword art, where a flying sword was the norm. The difficulty in fusing them was high.

Since someone trod this path, and not just one, it validated his course of actions as being plausible.

The Path of Decay’s best use was precisely this. My line of thought is valid.

If not, the Path of Decay would’ve flunked me.

Time slipped away, and Chen Ming was more earnest in fusing the swords. He began to ponder deeper notions. He was an adept of using spiritual power for Sky Splitting Sword, but that couldn’t be said the same for using vitality to fuel the Matchless in Eight Feet.

I have to merge spiritual power and vitality.

The good news was, he had plenty of Dao Palaces.

They were strewn everywhere inside him so, in this aspect, he wasn’t lacking.

Chen Ming was now trying to convince his heart this wasn’t two but a single sword.

Time passed as he continued his cultivation session.

But the Galaxy had never before been so restless.

Nr. 0 stood in his personal hall as Inevitables showed one at a time, his retainers, his first group of Inevitables since he became Relentless.

He first looked them over through the one eye opened mask. The purpose of the mask was to show the world nothing could escape his sight, that he always had an eye on it.

Nr. 0 said, “First order of business, I don’t want any Nr. 5 Faceless to appear among you. Got it?”

Inevitables clasped their hands, “We obey!”

He resumed, “Second, Sacred Mountain. In this day and age, someone wants to wrestle Heavenly Dao’s power. If it wasn’t for my high cultivation, I would’ve given it a try.”

One said, “Sire Relentless, our men are out there! The four Paragons and their leader are moving as we speak!”

Nr. 0 said, “You don’t seem to understand the gravity of the Wordless Upheaval. There’s no point in it if the offender doesn’t try to break the limit. That punk, Wu Fu, is good, but not enough.”

Another asked, “Is there an Earth Immortal in this world who can best Wu Fu?”

Nr. 0 chuckled, “But of course. I am that place’s exiled disciple. You tell me if there aren’t.”

None dared. With such outstanding renown, not even the four Domains move against Nr. 0.

Yet the fact he was an exiled was shocking.

Nr. 0 continued, “On a far and distant star, a temple lies, the Heavenly Dao Sanctuary. I need someone to send it a message.”

One said, “Sire Relentless, we do not fear death. We are just unsure if we can enter such a place.”

“Enter? Of course, you can’t. I only want you to send my message. I recall junior brother’s cultivation should prove a decent match for the offender. Go.”

Months later.

Outside the Heavenly Dao Sanctuary stood an Inevitable with his mask of rage on his face. He never imagined this place, this weak and small star, being empty of cultivators to the point not even the Sacred Mountain showed up.

Heavenly Dao Sanctuary was outside a remote and isolated fishing village. He didn’t dare step inside, always waiting at its edge. The sun rose, basking the land in its warm glow.

A Daoist youth came out to sweep the place.

Inevitable couldn’t even gauge his cultivation, he was nothing more than a mortal in his eyes.

He spoke, “The Wordless Upheaval has begun.”

The youth kept to his work as if he didn’t even hear him. He repeated, “The Wordless Upheaval has begun.”

The young Daoist just looked in passing and the man broke out in sweat. Yet the youth’s gaze was warm as the spring breeze.

“I know.”

Inevitable wanted to flee, not wishing to stay a second longer. Relentless couldn’t have played me.

The youth said, “Did head senior brother sent you?”

Inevitable was lost for words. He didn’t know Nr. 0’s rank here and left dejected.

The young Daoist looked around yet kept to his work until no leaves remained about.

He descended into the fishing village. Children laughing and playing rang about but the sight of him made them take the air of scholars as they bowed, “Teacher Zi Yu.”

Zi Yu smiled with a nod, “Behave alright. Today we will learn a Confucius saying, it is always a pleasure to greet a friend from afar.”

Zi Yu stood before a sand tray as he wrote on it. The courtyard entered a period of study.

Six hours later, Zi Yu watched the inattentive children. Such behavior was normal for them. Teaching them any longer would be pointless.

“Go out and play.”

Zi Yu walked next to the courtyard where a widow lived, Xing Hua. Zi Yu knocked on her door.

She looked with longing at the door before opening it, “Teacher Zi Yu!”

Her word contained joy as well as shyness.

Zi Yu smiled, “I thought you’re running low on water and since I was free, I came to help you.”