The Universe is Innately Just - Chapter 325

The small room didn’t contain the same atmosphere imprisoned inside of the barrack, as he could feel that he had lived inside of this dilapidated mansion for a more extended period. Only his past consciousness knew how many times he had gazed at the cloudy sky from this beautiful spot.

Ol’Moha sensed the strange mood Fell was in ever since they entered the dilapidated mansion, and decided to leave the young cultivator some time to spend alone.

“Any plans for this night?”, he asked as he slowly slid his way toward the door.

He didn’t hear any response, and only sighed before disappearing from the corridor next connected to the small room. Fell could feel that Moha had made his way near the passage, but didn’t turnaround as the ambiance of the lone room completely absorbed him.

Nonetheless, he knew that Ol’Moha was someone who had helped him numerous times for the young cultivator and managed to free his focus as he responded in a short chuckle. “I’ll stay here.”

Ol’Moha’s face changed, contorting slightly as he had hoped inwardly that the youth would want to learn more about his past. But, he still manages to regain his composure and only silently nodded before resuming his sneaky steps.

Little did Moha knew that attached to his body was parts of the young cultivator’s soul sense. With it, he would never have to face the problem of asking direction to find Moha’s location, and that would stay true as long as he didn’t leave his range.

He didn’t know the full extent of his range, but Fell was sure that as long as Moha didn’t leave the Core. Then, he had absolutely nothing to worry about, and could find his whereabout at any moment.

After that, he stood silently in the room while basking in a different atmosphere. He couldn’t help but feel that this place was where Fell had slept for the majority of his life. The history of his passage could be seen in any corner of the room, only this time, it wasn’t seen through the many layers of time but through the clear signs of human occupation.

In the corner of the room could be seen as a legless handmade desk that seemed to have been created from a strange mix between a drawer and a low table. It sat on the floor, and would have gone unnoticed in a normal individual’s sight, but the many layers of dust acc.u.mulated on its surface didn’t hinder Fell’s sight.

Nonetheless, he didn’t choose to examine in closer and continued looking at the objects lying on the room. Everything seemed to have been made in a way that put functionality before luxury, a clear sign that the youth’s life hadn’t been easy.

The mat only consisted of several blanked aligned one on top of the other that had hardened with time and usage. Now it only looked like a dry wooden board, completely uncomfortable for sleeping on top of it, but it didn’t seem to bother the youth that never cared about changing it.

To be precise, this entire room had stopped being used the moment Fell had come to meet Anzar. As this place wasn’t too large, and thus wasn’t proper when his brother had been here; Especially when the mansion hosted larger room than this one, and a large hall equipped with furniture he had picked up on the street.

Still, that didn’t mean that this room held no importance in the mind of the young cultivator, as it represented his entire life before the beginning of his cultivator’s path. Lot of things happened after that as more than three years have already passed since his encounter with Anzar, but even more events had unfurled before that.

Event that lead him to the lucky encounter with Ol’Moha, and even before that, the long years where he had to survive alone. Feeding off from whatever he could, receiving small injuries everyday during these times, but thankfully, the rare kindness existing in the heart of a few made him survive nights where he simply should have died.

Fell’s new consciousness didn’t know as he had lost all of his memories during the event that happened inside of the Gigantic Tree. He didn’t know how lucky he had been to survive through the misery of his first year of existence in the city, but could strangely feel it when standing inside of the room.

A silent weep crept from a corner of his soul, but the young cultivator didn’t depart from this area despite the discomfort that took hold of his body. He resisted the negative feeling, despite the pain that came with them, simply because he could instinctively understand that the void in his soul couldn’t only be filled with the best part of his life.

Ever since he had arrived in the Core, and gazed at the apparent difference existing here when compared to the main district. He had faced the harsh reality that he hadn’t been born in the best condition. Despite that, he had also noticed that his strength vastly differed from the other native of the city.

That was the first realization that basked his mind. Even among the soldiers, he had only met cultivators among their leaders, and hadn’t met any other individual that held control of several energies like him.

He innately understood that his case was rare, and that among the irregularity named the Core existed another deviation that should have never appeared. In the mind of the young cultivator, there wasn’t any memory of his encounter with Anzar nor anything else that could explain his innate knowledge about the three cultivation path he threaded.

The only thing he knew was that he was one lucky star that glinted among a pile of carcass. And the moment he came to understand that, he felt that he stood closer to the truth related to his past. A short distance that seemingly didn’t seem as anything as he still couldn’t remember ninety-nine percent of his past, but that nonetheless made his fragile persona solidify.

In the end, his soul was a nascent being that was supported by the sapling growing in his soul palace. Even if he wouldn’t lose control of his energy due to the sapling backing him, he could still lose his sanity and turn into something that the old Fell would never assume he would become.

Thankfully, the small recollection he had picked through the day had managed to solidify the doubt he was having, and although he couldn’t say he knew his past, he now had a rough direction leading to who he was before.

The itching sensation that came with the void in his soul didn’t come to a stop, but was lessened after the young cultivator began basking in the small room.

At some point, his figure moved through the dark as he stopped when he stood in front of a shiny part of the wall. There, right in the middle of the intact wall, could be seen as a hole where the soft light from the moon came through. The small hole was a square-shaped windows where a constant smooth air current came from.

“Ventilation?”, he muttered softly as he gazed at the peculiar window.

A few second passed before he moved, and Fell decided to sit on the dried stacks of blanket that served as a bed. And when he gazed at the opening in the hole, what entered his eyes was the tainted sky of the Core.

A sky, completely tarnished by the filthy waste of the Factory District and that had forever stolen the chance of a starry sky appearing over the shanty town. But from the strange spot in the wall, what appeared in his vision was a clear part of the sky, untainted by any filth. The peculiar angle gave the young cultivator the opportunity to look at a view Young Fell must have looked at every night before closing his eyes.

Minute after minute passed as he basked in the ambient mood of the room. A strange pulse silently echoed in his soul, slowly spreading through the rest of his body as a strange change happened to him.

The atmosphere and the aura that usually surrounded a cultivator disappeared from his body. And before long, not even a speck of immortality could be seen from the exterior. He closed his eyes, and the final change occurred when he reopened them.

The eyes were the same as before, but the emotion, and the hopes ingrained in them were completely different. The person sitting on the dry mat was the young cultivation, but when he looked at the particular spot on the wall, he seemingly turned into a ghost of his past.

He silently sat in the same place, unmoving like a solid statue, only his gaze changed from time to time. But never moved from the particular spot in the wall, foverer hanging on the stary sky Fell used to look at.