“Affirmative, host. When you reach the Immortal Stage of Cultivation, you could then wield the laws of this world and modify them at your will.” the system replied.
“Immortal, huh?” Tristan whispered. He knew the difficulty of reaching that peak even in his former reality.
In this new world, he could only surmise that the same sacrifice of time and effort were needed in order to reach that realm. And perhaps even more.
“What are the cultivation stages of this world?” Tristan asked again.
Since even the truths that he took as real in the past were different the moment he came into this curren
If not for the system and its lifesaving energies that were almost boundless as it continued to heal his tormented form, then he would have died a million times over in the span of just a minute into the task.Tristan looked around him and could not help but smile at the second room that he had blemished once more. The caretakers of the mansion would indeed pay him good amounts of love for this deed.“Let us test its power, shall we?” he called for his unseen ally and closed his eyes for the moment of truth. He could die here but that mattered little in the grand scheme of things.The infinite years that he’d lived had been enough to taste the blessings and delicacies of life aplen
“An ignorant junior dares to affront our sights. Rare. Truly rare.”Sachem Nadura replied and the coldness of his voice was taking material presence in the continent that was flourishing with human lives.Since these were not his children, he minded little to nothing of their survival.The kiss of frost intensified and the dawn’s embrace would have taken countless lives in a freezing death if another breath elapsed without aid.“My friend, enough!” Overlord Chou merely muttered but the next development surprised him to his core.
Since he wanted to find a way back home and at the same time hunt for the world’s truths along the way, Tristan found an apt nickname for himself.“You can address me as Daoist Seeker. Well met, Fellow Daoists.”“We are also glad to make your acquaintance, Daoist Seeker!” Overlord Chou replied warmly.Even if only his voice was heard and none of his visual persona was seen, anyone could recognize the mirth in his words.This was a man who loved to play it safe. If he could, he would avoid fighting a difficult adversary out in the open so as not to risk getting blown up to cinders by heaven's wrath
Lorette remained as the bait of sorts for the intimidating boy and she could only sigh at her fate.“What is it, Lorette?” a voice answered her call.“Good afternoon, Master Tristan! Your father is here and he wants to see you and your mother.” Lorette delivered the news.It has been 3 hours past high noon already and the boy has yet to come out from the room. Was he doing some immoral things again to his mom? She asked herself.“Tell him to wait for us, Lorette. My mom and I will be there shortly.” Tristan replied.&l
"Why's the fault always on me, mom? It's Master Joseph who says such things and promises all these gifts without asking for anything in return. Maybe he's just that great of a person.A true blessing to all people, rich and poor alike!”Tristan laughed happily which aroused the ire of his mom even further. There was no such thing as free milk in this world.Maybe, somewhere in these lands such a utopian haven existed but Sarah was sure that those places only belong to the powerful and the able as per nature’s way of doing things. Like always.She sighed and in the end, had no recourse but to let go of her frustrati
"Oh? This?" Tristan commented calmly. Of course he was the calmest among the lot of souls around him. Since he had regained a fraction of his former power then secrecy was no longer a concern for him."A worthless trick I've learned just recently." Tristan continued as he floated towards the center of the room.His broken form took the largest seat and he was akin to a god that was only praised and adored in the invisible realms of belief.But there he was, standing before many and the effect of this kind of sorcery made most if not all, to repeatedly blinked their eyes in shock. The Caister Weasels froze to the last man and woman.
A pause later then a multitude of rampaging drum chests resounded to return the bellow of their leader."THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFTS AND BENEVOLENCE, MASTER TRISTAN!!!" Tristan heard the loud relentless chants on his back and he could not help but smile at the gang's unexpected activity.Although the Caister Weasels were bad seeds and had done countless foul deeds inside the town before he arrived but that was not his business to meddle unto.He was not a savior nor an infallible god that knew no worries and aspirations of his own. Far from it, Tristan has only accumulated loads of them as he grew old with his dear old friend. Time.
Five breaths later, an open palm was scrutinized by the two adults. They were stunned at what they saw. In fact it was an understatement. Sarah and Warren were utterly dumbfounded."An ugly rock? Really?!" Sarah reacted in such an intensity that even her husband was caught off guard by the sudden outburst of her emotions.Warren had known Sarah all his life and she was the most level headed person he knew.To see her this way really denoted the fact that there was something pretty wrong with her or to that of his son, Tristan.He took this chance to properly inspect the odd item that was shown before them. A source of unspeaka