s, and his place in this new world. As thoughts swirled through his head, the ma

rnity, Icaros spoke calmly:

g to Deimos who stood a foot behind Icaros. "This lad is sharp – h

lar jade object from his armor pocket and handed it over. "Take this j

"Cultivators at high enough level develop what we call divine sense – it lets us perceive more than our physical eyes

to process everything, then recover

doors, Deimos turned to his father

posing power,and from what you've told me about your findings in the azure forest,plus the recent event

g worked out well," he thought, smiling to himself. Just outside the grand hall, he spotted the four m

his tone calm and face impassive. "Young M

beyond sight. Icaros wondered what he was doing, but before his thoughts could wander, the man opened his eyes –

ies – your work here is done." They scattered, and Icaros noticed this man was dre

ntually, they reached a glowing blue light barrier, with a manor built beside it. As Icaros studied

ct flared, and he tensed to act. But the feeling vani

senior's divine sense sweeping over us to ve

enient – I wish I had it," he thought. His attention was soon drawn to the buildi

th high cultivation, power, talent, and unwavering loyalty – the sect's foundation. This area is for inner disciples, who hav

n," Icaros said formally, lo

k me – you'll be heading to the library

os's face showed

e slip says you need to learn about the cultivation world to a

hat?" Ica

its on your first mission. Succeed – and survive – and you'll become an official sect

n Earth, saving humans had been rewarding and even enjoyable. But his l

for families, arranged in neat rows. Non-official disciples were housed in simple but sturdy rooms lined in grids – and Icaros was given one, along with

millennia on Earth. After several minutes of quiet thought, he decided he'd handled things as wel

ase his obvious ignorance. Second, to prepare for the ne

rossed his face. "For now,