Chapter 162: A Warrior
"Tell me more about this inheritance," I asked as the air around us grew stale.
The humanoid owl was quiet and almost fidgety, its feathers ruffling slightly as it shifted its weight from one clawed foot to another. Its blank, eerie eyes darted around as if contemplating some deep, unspoken thought. The creature's beak opened and closed a few times, hesitating, before it finally decided to speak. "Do you know why the world isn't filled with immortals?"
Its voice was a low, raspy whisper that seemed to echo through the stillness of the third floor.
When I didn't respond, he continued, "Immortals themselves are rare. Unless during certain strange times, on average, only one immortal can break through once every five thousand years or so. But cultivation has been around much longer than that, so why are there so few immortals? It feels like none of them are even alive anymore."
The owl stared straight at me, trying to catch the slightest change in my expression. "Nowadays, only the Void Piercing Sect is assumed to have its Immortal Sect Founder alive, as he appeared three hundred years ago. How many immortals are living in secret? Where are they? Why do they not live amongst us like powerful cultivators like Nascent Soul Cultivators?"
He was going on a rant, but I was eager to listen. I put up a barrier around myself to prevent any arrays, like the Confusion Array, from affecting me.
Now that I knew such an array existed, it would be much harder for it to influence me. For one reason or another, these arrays were usually used—or used to be used—on whole villages. However, it was clear this array had been modified to fit specific criteria.
"My master discovered an invisible hand of fate in the background. For some reason, the immortals didn't involve themselves with mortals, and he observed that some people even had a pre-set fate," the owl explained.
I had already guessed that, considering how certain things played out in the past and how people like Hu Jin existed. I even had a suspicion about why people like Hu Jin existed. If my theory was correct, no matter how lucky he was, a sad fate awaited him at the end of the road.