Cultivation Online

After deciding that he would contact the Outer Gods, Tian Yang spent another few months learning the technique used to contact them.

Once he was prepared, Tian Yang sat on the cultivation bed, took a deep breath, and began muttering, “O ancient gods beyond the veil of reason, where time coils and the stars weep—heed my call! I invoke the Nameless, whose shadows consume light, whose whispers unravel fate! Through the fracture of all that is, through the silence where even Dao crumbles… descend and make this world your own!”

However, nothing happened after Tian Yang activated the technique and recited the summoning phrase.

Frowning, he looked around, his brows slightly raised at the anticlimactic result. “Did it fail?” he muttered, half-expecting some kind of reaction.

Just as he prepared to attempt the ritual again, his vision suddenly went blank.

A weightless sensation overtook him, and the cavern’s familiar presence vanished. The very atmosphere shifted, becoming something utterly alien—something beyond anything he had ever experienced.

He was no longer where he had been. The cavern, the engravings, the cultivation bed—all of it was gone.

Instead, an endless void stretched before him, vast and incomprehensible. Tiny flickering lights dotted the darkness, resembling distant stars, yet they felt eerily different—as if they were watching him.

Unbeknownst to Tian Yang, he had been transported to the Starry Sky—a realm beyond the sky of the Divine Heavens and a place untouched by mortals or immortals at his time.

“W-where am I? How did I get here? What happened to the Outer Gods?” Tian Yang’s voice trembled slightly as he turned, searching for any sign of familiarity in the boundless abyss.

A moment of silence stretched across the void. Then, a voice—deep, profound, and utterly overwhelming—resounded through his very being.

“By Outer Gods, are you referring to me?”

The sheer weight of its presence sent shivers down Tian Yang’s spine. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

Before him, an immense silhouette emerged from the abyss, its scale so vast that his mind struggled to comprehend it. If he were to compare his own size to the silhouette, it’d be like comparing an ant to an elephant.

The figure bore the shape of a human, yet its form was anything but ordinary. Ten arms stretched outward, five on each side, exuding an aura of absolute dominion.

Tian Yang’s breath was caught in his throat.

He had sought the Outer Gods.

And now, he stood before one.

“An Outer God… they really exist…” Tian Yang swallowed nervously.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but unfortunately, I cannot answer them at the moment. That said, since you are the first human to ever decipher my engravings, I shall grant you a wish. Tell me, what do you desire?”

“Can you grant me any wish?” Tian Yang asked after snapping out of his daze.

“…”

The Outer God did not respond, almost as if it deemed it was pointless to answer such an obvious question.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Tian Yang finally spoke, his voice steady despite the overwhelming presence before him.

“I have only experienced losses throughout my life. Time and time again, I’ve watched everything slip through my fingers because I was too weak to protect anything.”

His fists clenched, not in anger, but in unwavering resolve.

“If I could have any one thing in my life, it would be power—the power to protect what I want to protect. However, with that said…” his gaze hardened as he looked up at the towering entity, “I don’t want such power to be handed to me.”

There was no hesitation in his words.

“Therefore, what I want is talent—the talent to surpass everyone.”

This was not a request for mere strength. It was a demand for the right to forge his own path.

After a moment of silence, the Outer God spoke, “So you wish not for strength but the chance to acquire the strength you desire, huh? What an amusing human.”

Then it continued, “Unfortunately, I cannot grant that wish.”

“What?” Tian Yang showed a puzzled frown upon hearing this, as he thought the Outer God was omnipotent and could grant him any wish.

“I cannot give you what you already have. Although you may not be aware of it, you already possess such talents.”

“That’s ridiculous! If I had even a sliver of talent in me, I wouldn’t have struggled so much!” Tian Yang shouted, his voice raw with frustration, feeling like he was being mocked.

“You don’t have to believe me. Regardless, I cannot grant you that wish. You may choose a different wish.”

Tian Yang sighed, “I don’t have another wish. You can grant me whatever you want.”

“In that case, I shall grant you something I believe is befitting of your existence,” the Outer God declared, its voice reverberating through the endless abyss.

Before Tian Yang could react, a golden light materialized in the vast darkness, its radiant light pulsing with an indescribable energy. It drifted forward, moving with an ethereal grace, as though drawn by fate itself.

In the next instant, the star shot toward him.

Tian Yang barely had time to process what was happening before it pierced into his chest, disappearing into his body.

“What did you just do to me?” Tian Yang asked.

“That is for you to find out.”

Suddenly, a powerful ripple surged through the distant void, distorting the fabric of space itself. The presence was vast and ominous, something beyond Tian Yang’s comprehension.

The Outer God’s gaze shifted toward the disturbance.

“I shall end our conversation here,” it declared.

Just as the abyss began to tremble, the Outer God’s attention returned to Tian Yang for one last moment.

“This will not be the last time we speak, for it seems our existences are intertwined by fate. Until next time, human.”

Before Tian Yang could respond, the void around him collapsed. The starry abyss twisted, and his consciousness was forcefully pulled away, as though reality itself was ejecting him from this realm.

When Tian Yang snapped out of his daze, he found himself back inside the cavern, seated on the cultivation bed just as he had been before, almost as if his encounter with the Outer God was only a mere dream.