Before I’d step into my shadow world, it was better to hear more about this from people who knew more; the dark shadow clansmen.
I didn’t need to look for them. After all, when I was passing over this continent earlier, I saved a few bookmarks about places that had these people training.
This continent was now filled with many great phenomena, making me wonder how fierce these folks were, and how this world of mine who was in my universe held such pure spiritual energy.
I got that this world was formed by merging many worlds together, collected from different universes, under the help of that cruel weapon.
Was it the reason behind such abundant spiritual energy here? I couldn’t frankly tell.
The sky was filled with thick layers of clouds, while at a far distance I could spot pillars heading towards the sky, adding more disturbance there.
As for the place I arrived at, I could feel my spiritual energy inside my body reacting to the fierce and chaotic energy in the atmosphere.
And that was all caused thanks to the large group of people sitting cross legged in the distance, seemingly training together.
They arranged themselves in circles, one that would be slightly wider than the others inside. They stood in fixed intervals, giving me the impression they were training according to some sort of a technique belonging to their clan.
In the centre of all these circles, a single individual sat there. He gave me the impression of being their leader or the strongest out of all of them.
All sat in silence, closing their eyes, and slightly moving their bodies right and left, swaying as if they were part of a harmonious huge wave in a disturbed ocean.
It was a remarkable scene, and it gave me inspiration about how to train. It seemed training on cultivation was never a secluded single man job.
I needed to train with others and it seemed to get more results. But what for? And how could this help? I couldn’t get the answers for that.
I knew that trying to awaken someone in a deep session of cultivation was bad, and even quite insulting. I heard the records the old man left about cultivation, and how it was considered a sacred ritual in the eyes of many.
Trying to awaken someone from such a deep session was something that might result in a big fight. Not to mention the one getting awakened would end up losing part of what he gained, even to the extent of having a backlash if he was on the verge of breaking through.
However… I didn’t have time to waste here sitting and waiting for them to open their eyes and end their training.
Cultivating was a long process that I experienced personally more than once. In each time, I never got any control or even a grasp over how time passed.
I couldn’t tell when I’d wake up, and every time lots of time would pass before ending a session.
“Excuse me,” and so I decided to go down there and risk it. Even if he got mad, even if he ended up with backlash, it wasn’t something that would worry me.
With a single order he wouldn’t be able to move a finger against me. And so I started to wake him up with such confidence.
*Rumble!*
However what I didn’t expect was when I poked him with the blunt end of my light glaive, shaking his body and snapping his mind out of that deep cultivation session, others would also break free from this session.
I heard popping noises coming from all around, even screams of pain and agony. All opened their eyes, and I could see a flash of black light inside many, with all having red and enraged faces.
At this moment, I felt a real threat! Facing all this pressure without expecting or getting prepared for it was something not easy to handle.
“Stand up and salute your lord,” but even if I was getting pressured and threatened with their gazes and rage, I said in a strong tone that showed that I wasn’t afraid.
Facing one was like facing a million, what was the difference? They were all part of my people, shackled with my contracts and couldn’t pose a threat to me.
“Lord… This… This…” the one in the middle was the first to stand up. Even such a formidable looking figure got his body trembling and shaking, and his face was slightly ashen white.
“Take these,” I knew I caused them great suffering this time, so it felt right to just compensate them slightly, “they are filled with death energy, something close to the energy you are using.”
I got out enough gems to saturate their numbers, even gave the ones closer to their leader two. As for the leader, I gave him three.
There were almost close to three thousands sitting here, and that cost me close to four thousand gems.
It wasn’t a big price to pay, especially when what I was going to ask next was something major and crucial for me.
I got these gems to help later on. But I got little and not enough of them. So spending this number might seem a loss, but it wasn’t something that would greatly affect my plans.
“These…” The leader of this group looked at the three gems he got in doubt.
“Just eat them up like you are eating candies,” I said in a loud tone so everyone would hear me, “these will help you restore what you lost, and might even give you some extra benefits.”
Of course I was bluffing! I knew these gems could help in restoring lost strength as they did with Oglak, but they weren’t this magical to restore lost spiritual power or repair damaged bases.
“You heard the lord, eat up!” and when everyone seemed hesitant, that leader said in such a weak tone before he led by example.
And then a miracle happened!
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