NOVEL SIMPLE 80 Meeting Loki And Thor
Despite this divergence, Azmond charted a course distinct from the conventional path embraced by most cultivators. He forged ahead on a journey uniquely his own…
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Our discussion veered momentarily into the realm of body cultivation. However, let's return to elucidating the overall evaluation of the regulations governing this sea dimension.
In light of all the details mentioned previously, the regulations governing visitors within this sea dimension appear markedly unconventional…
Enough of all that! Let us get back to the oddity himself…
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Azmond was an anomaly.
He was able to start cultivating his physical strength right off the bat. He did it without a proper catalyst to wield that power as well. Such as a manual specific to body cultivation. If he ever did obtain a technique related to physical cultivation, then let's just say that his physical strength would not be as simple as it is now.
Regardless of that information, Azmond wasn't exactly following the common path of most cultivators. He was treading on a path unique to himself…
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A tall, handsome young man in a long, flowing white robe was seen suspended hundreds of thousands of meters in the air. He was levitating above a vast ocean dimension that had no visible limit to its edges.
A very large crack that would take extremely keen eyes to notice from the ground surface was shining like a bright star in the sky for Azmond.
"Time to touch the crack." A stolid voice echoed out of him before he stretched out one of his hands. He was aiming to grasp the crack that lay before him.
"I wonder if this space distortion will take me out of this place or only bring me deeper into the rabbit hole?" He pondered the matter for a moment before he came to a decision.
"No time like the present to figure that out, right?" Anticipation filled his heart, followed by his hand making contact with the dazzling crack in the sky.
The moment his hand made contact, a loud, booming sound was heard.
Azmond's body was no longer there.
"... Looks like this is the preferred mode of travel for all-dimensional advocates, haha." A young, immortal-like man had a small smile plastered across his chiseled features. His body was currently flowing through the space that lay between dimensions.
The place he was in reminded Azmond of the space tunnels he had read about in his past life.
He didn't quite mind the experience, to be honest. He had almost gotten used to this sort of space-time travel. At least enough so that he doesn't immediately pass out during transportation. He was still a little nauseous during the whole experience, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what he felt all the other times a wormhole took him away. Azmond figured that teleportation had to be the model way to commute to and from places for cultivators. Why else would they have so many of them all over the place?
Little did he know that the act of teleportation was one of the most expensive, if not the most expensive, mode of transportation in the world of Asterion. He just happened to be high on his luck, at least enough to the point where he encounters a new wormhole just about every day now.
The talent he had wasn't the scariest part of Azmond's plethora of high-level attributes, it seems.
His most prosperous attribute appeared to be his extremely high luck...
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"I've never noticed it before since I was previously unconscious during all my past forceful teleportations. But it takes quite a while to go from point A to point B in these things, huh?" The impassive voice of Azmond echoed within the wormhole. He had been in the space between dimensions for nearly 20 minutes now and had yet to cross over to the next plane of existence.
"Space and the oddities that lie between it must not be as simple as it seems. I no longer feel dizzy anymore, but you would be surprised by the uncomfortable way that space feels beneath you." He spoke while rubbing his rump gently. "I always had my speculations on why my butt always hurt after going through various teleportations, but I never would've guessed that it was because of the space inside the wormholes." His voice of indifference sounded out as his gaze traveled around the space inside the wormhole.
He was looking for something that might be able to entertain him. But he was left sorely disappointed after searching for 10 minutes and finding no difference between one plot of space and the next 10 million plots of space.
"Wormhole travel is so odd." Azmond stated with a dry look. "There is literally nothing special about anything inside this place. I was hoping to find some powerful space monster to fight inside this place, but it looks like my hopes were crushed early on." A slight tingle of disappointment could be felt in his heart. But before that feeling could fester any further,. An analogous light similar to the ones that occur pre- and post-wormhole travel flashed right in front of Azmond's eyes.
"Same thing, huh...? Can't it ever be anything other than a blaring flash of white and gold light? Can teleportation not have any semblance of individualism?" His bland voice resounded out before his bored countenance began to phase through the light, one particle at a time.
It was a good thing this process was happening at speeds that his pain receptors could not catch up to, or Azmond would be in for a world of hurt right about now.
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A few moments pass...
A tall figure with long, raven black hair and deep blue eyes appeared in an upright position. He was wearing a robe that seemed to be capable of flowing in the wind even without the existence of an atmosphere. This figure took one good scan of his surroundings and saw...
Nothing...
The entire place was devoid of, well, anything.
"Yet another completely dark dimension. I am really starting to loathe the darkness. I really wanted to be a cringe-edge lord at some point in this lifetime as well. But these dimensions are starting to deter me greatly from that future prospect of mine." His flat voice echoed out as he continued scanning his surroundings.