The Universe is Innately Just - Chapter 326

Little by little, the aura he was releasing changed and passed from a cultivator aura to one where not even a single speck of his varied energy was sensed. From an external point of view, the current Fell looked like any other mortal from the city.

Albeit, his gazed seemed slightly sharper, giving anyone who laid an eye on him that he had something strange in his gaze. A mysterious charm that would only appear on the face of someone who knew what he was doing.

The young cultivator spends the next hour looking at the particular spot on the wall. With each minute that passed, a small change would occur on his facial expression, and his gaze would turn milder.

Yet that mildness couldn’t be seen as weakness, because under the soft mildness was hidden a sharp voracity that wouldn’t hesitate during a decisive moment. The exact type of mentality the young cultivator was forced to mold into during his years in the Baby Cemetery. And also the same gaze that caused Ol’Moha to help the youth.

The reason was simple. The mildness and kindness that could be seen through the eyes of the youth had been genuine, and caused Ol’Man to take the youth under him, making him work in his bar.

That particular job had been a harsh one where Fell had to do tasks that couldn’t be assigned as being glorious, but he gladly ended up accepting anything that came his way. For the simple reason that he didn’t have anything better to do.

“Moha gave me a sense of membership in this city. Something that never had a chance of happening, happened due to that encounter…,” he mumbled as he understood that even without him embarking in his cultivation. He would have been a working native of the work, something that rarely occurred for those who grew in the midst of the Baby Cemetery.

Flash of the past appeared in his mind as he reverted back to the time before he embarks in his cultivation paths.

The night’s advancement didn’t stop under his elusive meditation. In fact, it was even the contrary, as in his sense, time seemed to accelerate. The starry sky entering his sight- through the small hole in the wall- turned into a rolling canvas of indescribable luminescent beauty. He couldn’t understand how, or why, but in this very specific place, his connection with his past deepened.

His mind delved even deeper into the atmosphere of the room. And by the time the night had advanced to the point where the dark veil began veering to a clear grey, the state he was in even caused him to lose control of his own power.

His thundering heaven and earth energy turned silent before disappearing completely from his meridian paths, and laid dormant inside of his dantian.

The Crimson-Red hole in his head turned dim as his soul sense seemed to retract back inside of his body.

And lastly, his body shriveled slightly, and before long, his bodily strength had reverted to the peak of the mortal realm. It wasn’t just the strength he could exert that lowered, but also the relative defense his bone and muscle had that turned weaker to the point where a bullet could deal fatal injury to him.

By the time the sun rose, and began basking the shantytown existing in the heart of New Casablanca. Fell had passed from a second realm cultivator, to a complete mortal without any speck of energy.

A complete change that could only be done with an innate decision of the cultivator’s heart. A seal that couldn’t be forced upon, and that couldn’t be broken, not even by Fell himself. The reason was simple, and was due to the fact that by sealing his three path, the youth had also sealed the memory related to his paths.

The only thing that remained was a direction he could feel in the west of the Core. Ol’Moha’s position.

The entire process of sealing his cultivation bases was a semi-conscious one. Half of the decision had come from Fell’s sentiment of knowing more about his past, while the rest was instinctively executed by his own soul.

“I should go meet Moha…,” he muttered as the small hole in the wall had turned into a yellow sun numbing his iris. He rose to his feet- with his joints producing popping sounds- and began moving his limbs around as he had been sitting for a whole day.

As only a small part of his soul sense was awake in this state, he didn’t feel off due to the massive change of physical change and quickly adapted due to being in a peculiar state of mind.

It was as though the void in his soul had expended into the entirety of his being; with the small flashes of the past, he had managed to discover turning into what composed his ‘whole’. Although incomplete, it could be said that Fell had fully reverted to the state he was before he began threading a cultivator’s path.

Growl!

The sound of rolling thunder barked near the stomach of the young cultivator, and his hand weakly moved down his trunk as he meekly rubbed his abdomen.

His face tightened slightly, as a striking hunger moved his entire being and forced him to move. “What is this hunger…,” he exclaimed in shock as he felt like it had been weeks since he put something between his teeth.

“I feel like I can eat the meal of an entire regiment!”, he exclaimed in shock as the hunger sprang out of his body and controlled him.

His figure turned into an arrow as he rushed out of the small room in a rapid dash. He moved through the corridor with large steps, and descended the twisting staircase with small jumps that skipped three steps in one go.

Before long, he arrived near the reception hall of the mansion that was currently being used as a living room. And as Fell had rushed to the scene, and produced quite the loud uproar during his descent, the individual currently living inside of the mansion began gathering toward the reception hall.

The citizens of the main district living in the mansion had spent the night in an uncomfortable situation where none of them had managed to rest for more than dozens of minutes. As soon as they closed their eyes, flashes of the stressful day appeared in their eyes. And even the one that tried passing the harsh hours with the help of liquor found themselves unable to quench their panic.

Fell’s rapid movement came to a stop the moment he noticed the horrid faces on the top of bodies of the dozens of individuals standing in the middle of his living room.

His face tightened slightly as he hadn’t expected to awaken them due to his movement, and due to his sudden pause, he felt trapped under their intense gaze. He immediately noticed the alerted tone in their gazes; one that soon calmed down when they saw it was one of them.

Dozens of sighed echoed as the individuals stopped caring about the youth, and went back to their occupations.

“Morning,” he mumbled in a low tone that echoed due dawn’s silence. His hand crisply rubbed the back of his head as a dry laugh masked his facial feature.

He advanced slowly among the dozens of individuals he didn’t know, and began looking for the spot where he usually hid his food. Strangely, his eyes darted left and right, but didn’t stop anywhere as he seemingly couldn’t remember its exact situation.

An odd look appeared on Fell’s face as his mind blanked due to the paradoxical state induced by the incomplete execution of the method his soul was currently basked in. Seconds passed as he continued standing frozen in the middle of the living room. Before long, a woman seemed to notice him, and remembered where she had gazed at him.

Due to knowing that the youth had been with Ol’Moha. She mistook him for the main district native that was part of a particularly late batch of people, and approached him with a polite smile.

“Hello,” her small voice appeared on his side as she moved her hand in front of him. “are you looking for something?” she added in questioned as she couldn’t see his facial expression as being anything else than that.

She pouted slightly as she waved her hand with more vivacity, and finally did the young- black haired- man turned his puzzled gaze toward her.

The muscles on his face tensed slightly as a weak response left his lips. “Yeah…,” but before he could finish his words, a grumbling sound barked out of his stomach and resonated through the calm living room. As there wasn’t much furniture here, the sound turned into a long sigh that echoed through the large mansion. Entering the ears of every single individual present without missing any of them.

Fell’s face turned red as the expression placarded on it flashed between self-deprecation and shame, before finally returning to a controlled one. And it was with a hardened face that he turned to the next-door type petite woman standing next to him, ready to explain his intense hunger.

But before he even had the time to say a single word, he lowered his eyes and saw a rounded plate pushed toward him by the young woman. On her face was an amiable smile that sympathized with the youth standing in a daze.

“You probably didn’t have the time to eat last night…,” she muttered as the dazzling smile disappeared. It was replaced by an unsightly expression that could be compared to a grey firmament.

Fell’s eyes didn’t notice the change of expression as his hunger controlled his body and made him snap at the plate. And it was with one fluid motion that took the plate from the woman, spun around, and sat the couch lying in the middle of the living room. The fluidity and the manner of execution made the woman jerk back a little; she gazed strangely at him as she couldn’t help but find that this youth was hidden between many layers of elusive strangeness.

Sometimes, he seemed bright-minded, and the second after that, he would freeze still and turn into a blank statue that would only react to external phenomena; Such as food being presented to him while in a hungry state.

She couldn’t exactly point her finger on what was off on the young man sitting in front of him, and after a few seconds of pondering, she simply ruled it as being lack of sleep. All of them were stressed out by the current event, and their mental health had been particularly fragile due to the sleepless night. And due to this simple reason, the woman stopped bothering herself about the side effect of the state of heart Fell was induced in.

He munched the four small pieces of bread the woman had given to him in a few bites, and accepted the water she extended toward him. A long burp escapes his throat, soon followed by a long sigh of satisfaction that made the woman chortle slightly. Before long, the youth finally managed to gather his composure back and clasped his hand together before bowing slightly toward the woman.

“That was nothing special,”, she exclaimed while trying to stop his bow. But the young man’s spine seemed to be made of Diamond as she found herself incapable of making him move a single inch.

He kept his stance for a moment before raising his torso upwardly, and assume a neutral sitting stance. A satisfied smile hangs on his face as the pain that came from his stomach was quenched slightly by the short meal. His mind regained some semblance of clarity, and his head turned toward a specific direction, one he could innately sense tilting toward the west of his position.