The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Whoever it is, come forth!

After a while, Chu Xuan finally awoke leisurely. He touched his brow and found not a single scar.

"Where is the Blood Mirror?"

Chu Xuan was astonished. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the Blood Mirror had sunk to the bottom of his sea of consciousness. He stirred his spiritual sense and lightly touched the Blood Mirror.

A wave of ancient, profound thoughts flooded his mind. Only then did he learn the true name of the Blood Mirror.

"Mirror of the Myriad Realms..." Chu Xuan savored the name.

He also discovered that with a mere thought, he could effortlessly traverse among the various planets within the Mirror of the Myriad Realms—far simpler and swifter than before.

"Before I found this shard, it had always been external. Now, it has merged into my body of its own accord." Chu Xuan pondered, "Could it be that only now does the Mirror of the Myriad Realms truly recognize me as its master?"

His spiritual sense lightly touched the Mirror of the Myriad Realms. Immediately, three scenes appeared on its surface. The first was Blue Star, overrun by zombies and ravaged by monstrous beasts.

The second was Soul Star, haunted by ghosts and wailing spirits—both planets Chu Xuan had previously encountered.

The third scene, however, took Chu Xuan by surprise. It showed a cavern crisscrossed with pathways, within which busy insects scurried tirelessly up and down, much like industrious ants at work.

"What planet is this?" Chu Xuan mused.

He decided to first send his spiritual sense there to scout the path. Chu Xuan held his breath and concentrated, extending a strand of spiritual sense into it. After a long while, he opened his eyes. It was pitch dark here, with scant light. He tried to extend his spiritual sense further but found it confined to just around one zhang nearby. He strained to survey his surroundings.

At last, some details became visible. He was in a rocky cavern. Not far from him, on a stone bed, lay a skeleton. Looking down, he indeed saw a shard of the Mirror of the Myriad Realms, piled together with a heap of unidentifiable objects.

Chu Xuan thought hard for a while, and suddenly, an epiphany struck him.

"A powerful elder, having gone mad from cultivation, died here in this cave, leaving behind his legacy. Centuries later, a fortunate soul is knocked off a cliff by villains, not only survives the fall but also lands in this cave, thereby inheriting the elder's legacy and treasures… Isn't this just the trope of gaining fortuitous encounters by falling off a cliff?"

Chu Xuan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the irony. What a plot twist!

Yet, instead of being the fortunate one who finds the treasure, he had become the treasure itself!

Chu Xuan stirred his spiritual sense, attempting to move the shard of the Mirror of the Myriad Realms, but found himself utterly incapable of even the slightest shift.

His spiritual sense was clearly far more suppressed in this realm. "It seems I can only wait for that destined fortunate one," Chu Xuan sighed in resignation.

This was hardly a favorable predicament. A year? A decade? A century? If the fortunate one delayed, he would simply have to wait. Wouldn't that be a waste of the powers of the Mirror of the Myriad Realms?

But no matter how much he pondered, Chu Xuan could devise no solution.

"For now, I can only maintain the status quo. Whoever it is, just someone, anyone! Even if it's not a person, let a rat come and carry me away!"

Chu Xuan sighed softly, withdrawing his spiritual sense.

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