My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 950: Chapter 951: In The Seal

This was a forsaken place, abandoned since the First Epoch. Those who were here had long been forgotten by the world.

The sound of chains clattering filled the air.

Endless darkness stretched in every direction, yet the void was dotted with stars like distant memories of a sky that no longer existed. Floating mountains drifted silently through the emptiness, and ancient pillars hung suspended in space like the ruins of a dead civilization.

This was where the Outsiders were sealed.

Not far from Morticai sat a man in white daoist robes. A flying sword floated beside him, perfectly still, its edge gleaming faintly in the darkness.

The man sat cross-legged in the lotus position, eyes closed.

He simply minded his own business.

No words came from him.

He ignored both Morticai and the entity that was taunting him.

Morticai stood up, his golden hair blazing with barely contained anger. His gaze swept across the sealed expanse they were imprisoned in.

Slowly he forced himself to calm down.

He sat again.

“I will not be insulted by you, Orbitus,” he said coldly, taking a slow breath. “In the end, while you may have forgotten our situation, I have not. We still remain sealed here.”

Orbitus smiled lazily. He pushed down his tall wizard hat and brushed dust from his star-covered robes. His beard was long enough to almost touch the ground, completing the classic appearance of an ancient wizard.

Beside him rested a wooden staff.

But it was no ordinary wood.

“Foolish bird,” the wizard chuckled. “Did you burn your brain out? You aren’t planning to leave without your father, are you?”

“You must have gone senile, old man,” Morticai snapped. Two epochs trapped in this place had not given him enough patience to tolerate the wizard’s mouth.

“Is that so?” Orbitus grinned wider. “Then come here, birdy. Let me turn you into an ingredient for a potion.”

He wagged a finger mockingly.

“Your grandpa may not have achieved Akasha, but I’m still a great wizard. I’ll turn you into a frog.”

Morticai’s body erupted into blazing golden flames as he struggled to contain his rage.

The real breaking point came moments later.

“You stupid phoenix love acting like you’re the greatest birds in existence,” the wizard continued casually. “I think you bird brain forgot about the Vermillion Birds, the true greatest birds.”

He leaned back, grinning.

“Stupid chicken.”

Morticai finally snapped.

His body transformed into a gigantic bird engulfed in burning golden flames. With a furious screech he charged toward the wizard.

But as he reached him, Orbitus merely tilted his hat slightly and calmly pulled out a small cup with a straw.

He took a sip.

His robe lifted slightly, revealing long, skinny, hairy old legs stretched comfortably in front of him.

He barely reacted.

An invisible force stopped Morticai completely in his tracks.

Several burning golden feathers fell from the phoenix’s enormous body.

Orbitus instantly grabbed them.

“Heheheh… works every time.”

He pocketed the feathers quickly.

Phoenix feathers were incredibly valuable, especially from one of Morticai’s rank. If he ever returned to the upper realms, he could sell the excess for a fortune.

“You lowly old man!” the giant bird roared with indignation.

His flames illuminated the entire prison.

Then a soft sigh echoed through the void.

It was gentle.

Yet it seemed to shake heaven and earth.

The world suddenly grew still.

The daoist who had been silent all this time slowly opened his eyes. His long dark hair swayed slightly despite the absence of wind.

He clasped his hands calmly.

“Fellow daoists,” he said in a peaceful tone, “I hope we can all get along and stop making conflict among ourselves. Give me face on this matter.”

The wizard and the phoenix looked at each other.

For a moment it seemed like they might actually listen.

Then both spoke at the same time.

“These shameless cultivators. I can’t stand their high and mighty attitude,” Morticai said coldly.

The wizard nodded immediately.

“I bet he has a hemorrhage sitting like that for centuries,” Orbitus scoffed.

The cultivator sighed softly.

But he didn’t get angry.

Cultivators were more shameless than most. This level of taunting wouldn’t even scratch his composure.

“Fellow daoists,” he said calmly, “we all seek the Dao. There is no need to be rude. My heart is unmoved, like Mount Tai.”

Morticai felt even more irritated.

Even more than he felt toward the wizard.

Because his closest neighbor in this prison was this wretched cultivator from some obscure sect.

Morticai didn’t like cultivators much to begin with.

But this one was especially intolerable.

This was the only thing he and the wizard could agree on.

Orbitus snorted loudly and spat to the side.

“Dao? Dao my ass.” The old wizard waved a dismissive hand, his sleeve flapping dramatically. “If you really came here for Dao, then why were you lured here by rumors of Akasha and the secret of the goddess?”

He leaned forward, resting his chin on the top of his wooden staff, eyes squinting at the cultivator with blatant mockery.

“Don’t pretend you’re above greed.”

The cultivator sighed softly.

He did not open his eyes. His fingers rested lightly on his knees as he remained seated in lotus position, his breathing slow and steady as if the insults were nothing more than a passing breeze.

“This was to be expected,” he said calmly.

His voice carried evenly across the silent void.

“Dao and Akasha are two sides of the same coin.”

Only then did he slowly open his eyes.

They were clear and still, like an unmoving lake.

“Remember, everyone,” he continued, folding his hands inside his sleeves, “we are not enemies.”

His tone remained gentle, almost patient.

“As long as we find the Pillar of Conflict and present it to any true god, they will reward us handsomely.”

He tilted his head slightly, as if stating something completely reasonable.

“So what if one measly little world is destroyed in the process?”

There was not a trace of killing intent in his voice.

He sounded like a man discussing a trivial business arrangement.

Orbitus slowly turned his head toward Morticai.

The old wizard blinked twice.

Then he pointed his staff at the cultivator with disbelief.

“Isn’t this guy supposed to be from those righteous path sects?”

Morticai folded his flaming wings behind him and let out a cold sneer.

Golden embers drifted from his feathers as he looked down at the seated cultivator with obvious disdain.

“This is how they normally are.”

Orbitus scratched his long beard thoughtfully.

“Hmmm.”

He looked the cultivator up and down, then nodded with sudden understanding.

“You do have a point.”

The wizard tapped his staff on the floating stone beneath him.

“Among cultivators, the righteous path really are the most shameless.”