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066 Into Deepmoor
🕑 Added 2025-02-25 07:15:05 +0000 UTCThe Floating Dragon warped, and in an instant, we arrived in Deepmoor Continent.
The change in scenery was immediate.
Dark, jagged mountains loomed over the land like broken fangs, their peaks lost in thick, swirling clouds. The ground beneath us was a mixture of ashen dirt, black stone, and dense marshland, where twisted trees and creeping fog made everything feel eerie and half-dead.
The air was damp. Heavy. It smelled of earth, decay, and something metallic—like rusted iron.
I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly.
So this was Deepmoor.
One of the eight continents of the Grand Ascension Empire, Deepmoor was infamous for two things:
Its cursed lands. Legends spoke of ancient battlefields, forgotten tombs, and places where even cultivators hesitated to tread.
The Abyssal Clans. Unlike the Seven Grand Clans, these clans specialized in esoteric, forbidden techniques. Necromancy, soul manipulation, and abyssal arts—practices that other continents outlawed were freely studied here.
Not exactly the kind of place you'd take a vacation.
The moment we stabilized from the warp, Ren Xun let out a low whistle.
"Man," he said, glancing out over the murky landscape, "this place has a real ‘don’t touch anything unless you want to die’ kind of vibe."
I couldn’t help but agree.
From the deck, Gu Jie yawned. "I hate warping. Makes my head feel weird."
Deepmoor Continent was ruled by one of the Seven Imperial Houses, and ironically, it was the Black Clan with the surname Hei.
Even more ironic? Their closest neighbor was the White Clan of Evernight.
You’d think that if any cultivators were going to set up shop in Evernight, it would be the ones obsessed with necromancy, soul manipulation, and abyssal arts. After all, Evernight was teeming with undead. It seemed like the perfect place for them.
But no. That wasn’t the case.
Apparently, undead from Evernight had a particular taste—they liked cultivators who smelled of death. And according to the books I had read, that was meant literally.
I rubbed my temples. I was feeling very complicated about this.
Here, in Deepmoor, practices that were outlawed in other continents were freely studied. The Paladin in me itched to do something about it.
But I sighed, shaking my head.
If I tried to solve every problem in the world, I’d be the one who would end up destroyed.
I just had to hope the Empire knew what it was doing. It wasn’t like necromancy was innately bad… of course, that might be an unpopular opinion.
Behind me, Gu Jie’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“Is everything fine, Master?”
I glanced at her and gave a small nod. “Yeah, just thinking about some things.”
Nearby, Lu Gao stretched his arms. “How long until we reach the imperial capital?”
Ren Xun answered without looking up.
“We’re right on schedule. We took about three weeks to cross Evernight, alternating between warps and short-distance travel. If we do the same here, it’ll take us about five weeks. Then, we’ll take a shortcut that should bring us to the imperial capital in just two days.”
I considered that for a moment. “Could we get there faster?”
“We could,” Ren Xun admitted, “if we pass through Stormcall Continent. But… well, you know. Sudden storms.”
Yeah. That was the problem.
Stormcall Continent was notorious for its unpredictable weather. And while I had a lot of skills at my disposal, I didn’t have a spell to protect the Floating Dragon from storms. Sure, this vessel could survive a Fifth Realm’s attack, but who knew how strong storms could get?
So I had chosen to take the path through Deepmoor instead.
Ren Xun glanced at me and asked me for my opinion. “Senior, should we push through or let the warp cooldown?”
I considered it for a moment. Warping again would put a strain on the Floating Dragon’s formations. And while I wasn’t eager to stick around in Deepmoor, rushing in blindly wasn’t smart either.
“How bad is crime here in Deepmoor anyway?” I asked.
Ren Xun shrugged. “It depends.”
I gave him a look. “Depends on what?”
“The Black Clan mainly enforces law in this continent, even overruling the local law enforcement of cities—barring the lords, of course.” He gestured vaguely. “If it’s just banditry, they crack down on them harshly. Because some Abyssal Clans like to hire bandits or disguise their illegal procurement of lab rats as banditry.”
I stared at him. Lab rats.
That was not the phrasing I wanted to hear.
Ren Xun continued, “So, most organized groups are either careful or completely crushed before they grow too big. Random highwaymen might still exist, but nothing crazy.”
“Well, that’s nice to know,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
I didn’t want to overuse warping if it wasn’t necessary. And if the worst thing we had to deal with was some small-time criminals, then we weren’t in any real danger.
“Let the warp cooldown,” I said. “Find us a place to set up camp.”
Ren Xun found a relatively open area where we could set up camp. The spot was close to a treeline, with enough cover to keep us hidden but not so dense that it limited visibility.
With practiced ease, Ren Xun parked the Floating Dragon just above the trees and activated a formation inside the ship, cloaking it with invisibility. The ship shimmered briefly before vanishing from sight, as if it had never been there in the first place.
I reached into my Item Box and pulled out a large tent—one big enough to comfortably house all of us.
Without needing instruction, the trio immediately got to work. Lu Gao secured the stakes, Gu Jie adjusted the fabric, and Ren Xun inscribed a few quick formations to enhance stability. They worked with the familiarity of people who had done this many times before.
I, on the other hand, had no interest in setting up camp. Instead, I grabbed Ren Jingyi and walked under the tree where the Floating Dragon was parked, finding a relatively calm spot to sit.
Technically, we could have slept inside the ship. But Ren Xun had made a point about comfort. Simply put, campsites were way more comfortable than staying on the boat. Here, he could properly use the formations and talismans he brought along, ensuring a better rest.
While the others finished up, I sat cross-legged, placing Ren Jingyi beside me.
The cool night air settled around us as I began to cultivate, my senses stretching outward, keeping silent watch over the camp.
Ren Xun stepped out of the tent and looked at me with a mix of exasperation and mild confusion. "Senior, are you really going to stay out here all night?"
I glanced up at him and shrugged. "Yeah."
He crossed his arms. "I just don’t get it. Why not come inside? It’s warmer, more comfortable, and we have formations set up for better rest."
I leaned back against the tree, watching the leaves shift under the dim light of the stars. "Because when you guys are sleeping, I’m training," I replied simply.
Ren Xun exhaled sharply. "You could just summon that clone of yours to keep watch instead."
I chuckled. "Yeah, I could. If all I wanted was a reliable guard, I’d just summon Dave and call it a night. But that’s not the point."
Ren Xun shook his head, clearly thinking I was being stubborn. "Suit yourself," he muttered before retreating back inside the tent.
With the camp settling down, I returned to my cultivation.
I sat cross-legged, focusing on my breathing. Hollow Breath Technique. I had been trying to make progress with it for what felt like forever, but no matter how much effort I put in, nothing remarkable happened.
I delved deeper into my perception, directing my awareness toward my dantian. Instead of clarity or insight, I felt the same muddled mess of my spiritual roots. Rough, unformed, stubbornly refusing to align properly.
I sighed and opened my eyes.
Beside me, Ren Jingyi floated lazily, her fins drifting in the still air. I stared at her for a moment, watching her tiny movements, then let my thoughts wander.
For the next five minutes, I focused my mind and activated Divine Possession.
A familiar weightlessness overtook me as my consciousness slipped into Ren Jingyi. My senses shifted, the world around me tilting as I perceived everything from her perspective. It had become somewhat of a routine—a way to push my mastery of this Ultimate Skill as far as possible.
Meanwhile, I left Dave in charge of my main body.
Through my shared awareness, I could feel him sit cross-legged, taking up my training in the Hollow Breath Technique. Letting Dave handle cultivation while I honed Divine Possession was efficient, but also frustrating. Even under his precise control, my spiritual roots remained as muddled and stubborn as ever.
As the duration of Divine Possession ended, I was pulled back into my body with a breathless jolt.
Immediately, I shifted gears.
Summon: Holy Spirit.
A ripple of golden light spread from my fingertips, forming into Dave’s armored figure once more. Without hesitation, I began my real training—testing my Zealot’s Stride and Divine Smite in tandem.
Of course, I wouldn’t be training so noisily right next to the camp.
Before starting, I made sure to move a fair distance away, far enough that my Divine Sense could still reach the others but not close enough to disturb their rest. The last thing I needed was Ren Xun nagging me about unnecessary risks… though, I could hardly see it happening.
While I was at it, I also silently snuck the goldfish inside the tent. She’d be safer there, tucked away from any stray bursts of energy.
With that handled, I focused on my training.
I dashed forward, feeling the sharp acceleration of Zealot’s Stride. The ability enhanced not just speed but also fluidity of movement, allowing me to close distances instantly. I pivoted mid-step, swinging my sword downward as Divine Smite surged through my blade, coating it in searing radiance.
Dave met my strike with a perfectly timed parry.
The clash of divine energy against his solid defense sent shockwaves through the clearing. I exhaled sharply, adjusting my stance, and repeated the sequence. Again and again.
I had learned how important movement and continuous skill application were for cultivators—accuracy, damage, and tempo mattered. If I was too passive, I’d be overwhelmed. If I lacked DPS, I’d be taken advantage of.
That’s why I prioritized my training carefully:
Divine Possession– My strongest tool for adaptability.
Summon: Holy Spirit– Versatile utility and reinforcement.
Zealot’s Stride– Mobility was king in combat.
Divine Smite– Never underestimate the power of a clean, decisive hit.
For now, I kept pushing forward, refining my control one step at a time.
Dave and I faced each other. His golden form stood unwavering, greatsword in hand, while I readied myself with Silver Steel.
A deep breath.
Then I lunged.
My feet burned with Zealot’s Stride, mana interacting with divine energy was surging through my legs as I closed the distance in an instant. My sword clashed against Dave’s greatsword, sending golden sparks flying. He didn’t stagger—no, he countered immediately, swinging his blade in a brutal arc meant to cleave me in two.
I twisted my foot, momentum carrying me just past the swing.
Divine Smite.
A radiant glow enveloped my blade as I struck down with all my might. Boom! The impact split the ground beneath Dave’s feet, but he had already stepped back, deflecting the brunt of the attack. His sword hummed with divine energy, mirroring my own technique.
He lunged next, his Zealot’s Stride flaring as he vanished and reappeared right in front of me. My instincts screamed, and I barely managed to parry his downward slash. The sheer force sent a tremor through my arm.
I retaliated.
With my own Zealot’s Stride, I sidestepped and repositioned behind him in a flash. He turned, but my blade was already descending. Divine Smite.
Clang! He blocked it—barely.
Golden energy crackled between us, illuminating the barren ground with each strike. We moved in a relentless cycle of attack and counter, alternating between Zealot’s Stride for movement and Divine Smite for power. The way my sword met his felt like a conversation in steel, testing the limits of speed, precision, and endurance.
Again.
Again.
And again.
Dave wasn’t tiring—he never would—but I wasn’t planning on stopping either.
This was exactly the kind of training I needed.
"Zealot’s Stride—burn bright, burn fast. A relentless charge that falters for no man, no god."
"Divine Smite—righteous judgment, the weight of the heavens in one stroke."
I repeated the flavor text in my head as Dave and I clashed once more, my blade flashing in the dim light. Understanding and internalizing these concepts was key to growing stronger, but damn if it wasn’t frustrating. It wasn’t enough to just know the words—I had to feel them, embody them.
Dave raised his greatsword, meeting my descending strike. A shockwave rippled through the ground, sending dust flying, but I barely paid attention. I leaped back with Zealot’s Stride, then dashed forward again, my sword flaring with Divine Smite as I swung in a tight arc.
Boom!
The impact sent Dave skidding back. Another Divine Smite struck home—his body trembled, golden light crackling through his form—
Then he shattered into dust.
"Enemy Defeated."
I exhaled, shaking my head.
It was an uneven fight. Even with the 15% debuff from my Lofty Jade Proposition, I was still completely wrecking Dave with just my raw stats alone. No fancy techniques, no overwhelming strategy—just pure brute force.
I flexed my fingers around my sword hilt, considering. If I wanted proper training, I needed a real challenge.
With a thought, I dismissed my Wandering Adjudicator Armor, tucking it into my Item Box and letting my cosmetic item remain. The stats provided by my armor vanished, and my movements felt a tad sluggish.
Dave’s body reformed in golden light, his Ultimate Skill triggering as he resurrected. His hollow gaze locked onto me. No hesitation. No emotion.
I grinned.
"Again."
I darted forward with Zealot’s Stride, blade flashing with Divine Smite as I rained down strike after strike, moving easier and hitting harder.
And Dave took it all.
Comments
Anthony Flores
Thanks for bringing it to my attention, I will change them to All Members, that should fix it
Arrogant Savant
It's cool that he's reaching a higher level in skill usage/proficiency than even the synchronisation with Dave_69 who is basically a real person embodying the skills.
Hibiscus Nian
I believe that is because you're putting the "free" chapters under the free tier only. When I click on chapter 52, a free chapter, it is locked, and I need to join the free tier to unlock it even though I have the 10$ membership—making it so those free chapters cannot be seen by those who own the 10$ membership.
Anthony Flores
I didn't know that could happen. Can you try refreshing it? When I upload new chapters in RR, I edit a chapter here and set it into a free member. Rather than removing it, I was editing it.
John Evans
You should set it up so chapters dont get removed. Im currently on 54 and have no way of accessing it becasue its not on RR yet and was removed from patreon. Im sure itll be up on RR any minute but it still kinda sucks.
