Void Cultivation-Chapter 177- The Foundation Establishment realm (5)

Chapter 177: Chapter 177- The Foundation Establishment realm (5)

Before long, Grey was dragged into a small house that he could say was vaguely familiar. But before he could guess why it was familiar to him, the young girl dragged him inside. The inside of the small house was quite bare and ordinary. Nothing was present that made it look extraordinary, except for the young man with long black hair and arrow piercing black eyes.

His gaze softened as he saw Grey and his sister. Grey naturally who this person was... He was his older brother. His older brother had long black hair that grew until they reached his back. His gaze was usually intense and filled oppression. But that was supposed to be normal because Grey’s brother had already started cultivating.

His level of Cultivation was the third level of Qi Accumulation. The moment his sister saw her brother, a dazed expression appeared on her face before she burst into a run to meet him. Soon, the two of them collided as the young man with black long hair opened his arms for a hug.

The moment Grey saw this, his knees went weak. All this memories... Ever since he transmigrated, they had always been memory fragments and were never connected together, yet, this scene that felt as if he was reliving his memories made him feel another wave of nostalgia and melancholy that was hidden deep in his heart.

His older brother was wearing black robes as he kept down on one leg to meet his sister. After they embraced for several seconds, he moved his gaze to Grey and a grateful expression appeared on his face. Along with that grateful expression was relief that they were both okay.

A few months earlier, a group of cultivators came into the city. Naturally, they came to recruit new members into their sect. And among those, they took Grey’s brother with them because he showed a lot of potential. In just one week, he managed to break through to the First level of Qi Accumulation, and one month after that, he entered the Third level. If Grey had his Cultivation base, he would find out that the spirit energy fluctuations coming from his brother hinted that he was close to breaking through to the Fourth level of Qi Accumulation. That in itself was very wild. Someone managing to breakthrough four whole levels in just one month could be said to be a cultivation genius.

He also excelled well in the sect and had mastered a majority of techniques and arts that would take others months to learn.

After the two siblings detached themselves from each other, Grey’s older brother tied his long hair into a pony tail. Along with the black robes he wore and his abyss black eyes, he looked like an immortal descending.

Grey’s brother was only sixteen years at this time. Yet, the dangers of this world had made him grow much mature and cautious than his age.

Grey found that same calculative coldness hidden in his eyes, but along with that coldness, there was a slight hint of profundity.

"Brother, welcome back!" His sister said in a enthusiastic voice. Her face was beaming with smiles and excitement. Grey’s older brother could only nod his head before he trained his gaze on Grey.

"Yes, I’m back. But I can’t stay for too long. I was originally meant to go to the Scavenger camp some distance from here, but I obtained some permission to come and see you guys." He said. He then brought out something and gave to his sister. That thing he brought out was a small necklace with two symbols. The necklace shone with a faint green hue but it quickly disappeared in the next moment.

"Wow. What is it?" Grey’s sister said in a dazed tone. Her hands were holding the necklace like she was confused or something.

"It’s nothing, just something that I picked up from my sect." His older brother chuckled before throwing something else at Grey as well.

Grey reacted quickly and caught the object. When he saw what written on it, he became confused. His older brother gave a light chuckle before explaining. "That Jade slip contains a cultivation art. Well, specifically, that is Sky Mists Cultivation art. I would like it if Grey could start cultivating." Grey’s older brother said.

But he didn’t stay long before standing up and ruffling his sister’s hair. All the while that this happened, Grey had not said a single word. He was still in a dazed state that all of this could still be a dream.

As Grey struggled to form the words he wanted to say, his mouth suddenly moved on its own.

"Why do you want me to learn another cultivation art? Why can’t I just learn the one you’re practicing?"

For the first time in this memory, or perhaps in his entire life, Grey heard his own voice.

His older brother froze mid-stride. His back stiffened, his shadow stretching long across the floor. For a moment he didn’t turn around. His gaze lingered on the exit as though he wished he could walk through it and escape the conversation entirely. But eventually he looked back at Grey.

Those arrow-sharp eyes met him, cold, focused, terrifyingly clear. But beneath that piercing sharpness, Grey saw something else flickering in the depths. Fear. Hesitation. Regret.

"Grey..." His brother’s voice softened in a way Grey had never heard before. "It’s better if you don’t come to the Shadow Sect."

The words slammed into Grey like thunder exploding inside his skull. His breath hitched. His chest tightened. For a split second, his mind went completely blank. Why? Why would his own brother say something like that? Why did it sound like a warning? Like a plea? Was it the same shadow sect that he, Caster, Ange, and Luo stormed and destroyed?

Before Grey could speak, his brother’s expression snapped into something fierce. His head jerked upward, his eyes narrowing on the ceiling, as if he could see straight through it and into the heavens themselves.

Grey felt it too. A tremor, faint at first, but undeniable. A premonition tugged at his heart like a cold hand.

Their sister blinked up as well, confused and startled, but before any of them could react, the world began to tremble, softly at first, then violently, like mountains grinding against each other.

Shock flashed across his brother’s face. He bolted outside with a speed born from instinctive terror. Grey and his sister followed, bursting into the street, and the sight that greeted them froze their souls.

Above the city, the clouds were splitting apart.

The blue sky was devoured by darkness as roiling black clouds surged in from every direction. God’s Hand, the colossal celestial hand that always hovered motionlessly in the heavens, was no longer still. It shifted, almost lazily, and a faint purple radiance crawled across its surface like veins of divine lightning.

The hand... was pointing.

Pointing down.

Pointing directly at the city where Grey and his siblings stood.

Thunder growled through the heavens as the purple glow intensified, bright enough to pierce through the cloud cover. People poured into the streets, screaming, stumbling, staring upward with faces drained of blood as the giant palm loomed overhead.

Then the sky tore open.

A colossal crack ripped across the heavens, thousands of meters wide, its interior nothing but pure void, a darkness deeper than night. From that impossible tear, a lone figure stepped out as if emerging from another reality.

He wore robes that shimmered with every color imaginable, and at the same time, no color at all. They twisted and shifted like flowing cosmic light. His face was hidden by a blazing radiance, so bright that even glancing at it made Grey’s eyes burn.

As the city fell into chaos, as God’s Hand moved with divine intent, the radiant figure didn’t look at the heavens, didn’t look at the incoming divine strike, didn’t acknowledge the terror.

His gaze drifted through the city, calm and absolute.

Then it locked onto three specific people standing on the ground.

Grey.

His sister.

His older brother.

And in that moment, his breath vanished, his heart stopped, and his thoughts shattered.

It’s happening again?

That single thought echoed in Grey’s skull, trembling.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t blink. He couldn’t think.

The same figure.

The same radiance.

The same impossible moment.