The morning sun rays slowly fell through the window, slowly gracing a divine face of a boy with long golden hair.
He was sleeping peacefully and warmly, without a care in the world.
The room he was in was the most luxurious of the kind, with animal skins hung on the wall as mere decorations, and a simple but neat and spacious layout which gave it a hint of elegance.
Just at this moment, as the morning rays fell on his face, his brows twitched ever so slightly.
Chun Ma groggily opened his eyes to the unknown room in front of him, with confusion on his face:
"What is this place?"
He muttered with a tilt of his head. The memory of all that had happened to him resurfaced in his mind, and he took some time to gather his thoughts with a breath of cold air.
"That was a tiring night, wasn’t it?"
He mumbled to himself before standing up with the support of the bed. Although he was completely fine physically, mentally he was still tired; his eyes still had some dark circles underneath them.
"I just didn’t expect it," Chun Ma looked at his own fist.
"Although the Martial Space did help me break through the Martial realm, at the same time, dying there has some consequences, and the shadows appear infinitely, each one a mirror of my evolved self. How am I supposed to beat it?"
The mental strain he had felt that caused him to sleep was because of the Martial Space in its entirety.
Anyway, as he was carefully checking his body for any sort of injuries or hidden weaknesses, he suddenly heard some noises from around him.
The door to the room opened, and the old woman walked into the room with a smile on her face, holding a glass of warm water:
"How are you feeling?"
"Good." Chun Ma nodded and sat on the bed with her gesture.
The old woman also sat on the wooden chair just beside the window and asked with a smile on her wrinkled face:
"Do you know a butterfly endures almost half of its lifespan, growing and enduring in its larva stage?"
"Yes?" Chun Ma spoke expressionlessly.
The old woman just smiled, looking through the window:
"A butterfly is beautiful and colorful, everyone admires it, but only it knows the pain and hardship it endured to reach that stage. But its glory lasts only a few weeks before death claims it."
"Does it ever wonder if it was worth it in the end? Suffering through a cruel world, only for its glory to be as fleeting as the sands of time."
She tilted her head toward Chun Ma, her body bathed in sunlight.
"What do you mean?" Chun Ma narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them. She was implying that his glory might only last so long...
"Haha, I have no ill will against you. If I did, you wouldn’t be here, breathing, would you?"
The old woman chuckled.
"Alright, I’ll teach you the basics for now. Our cult has six ranks in total: Demonic Trainees like you, Demonic Warriors, Demonic Captains, Demonic Elders, Demonic Supremes, and finally, our supreme leader, the Heavenly Demon."
"I see."
Chun Ma spoke calmly. "Can I know why the White Devil attacked me?"
"That would only be up to you to find out. But know that this cult is divided into three factions: the first faction is led by the cult leader, and the other two are each led by six heavens."
She smiled mysteriously. "Be prepared, you will be meeting the cult leader."
"Okay." Chun Ma had already expected at least this much, since he had caused such a ruckus, especially competing with the White-devil, and hearing some words, he could basically infer that he was an anomaly in the entire cult!
"Follow me."
She stood up and opened the door before walking out.
Chun Ma followed her in slow steps.
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