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  Nichos, John, Aiyana, Yanisse, Francisco, Seth, and the rest of my family were present right now, surrounding me as I sat down over my throne of gold. My disciples sat cross-legged, looking up to me. I had given them special clothes this time; everyone was wearing the same type of golden and silver garments, a ese-styled Murim robes.

  They aren’t just for pleasing my aesthetic choices or something, though; no, these are specifically made to help their cultivation increase rapidly. Even little Hekita had o for her smaller body, and she was excited to learn from me. These special robes would enhaheir Ki circution speed, refi process, and quality.

  Ah, right, Jackes is not here yet; he has yet to plete his test, but he’s getting there.

  Just as I said, they quickly started b me with many questions. I had allowed them the be of asking as much as they wao know to learn about the world I came from and the cultivation teiques I know.

  They learned a bit more about Murim, the method of cultivation, and everything.

  “Murim is the world where I was stranded for eleven thousand years. If you want the simplest expnation possible, it was a world very simir to ese mythology and fantasy stories,” I expined. “It was immense, perhaps thousands of times bigger thah. It was divided into five different tis, which were called the Five Regions of the World. The tral ti, where I he Northern Mountain Rahe Southern Pins, the Western Azure Seas, and the Eastern Golden Dunes. Each region was also divided by strange, supernatural walls known as Heavenly Walls, posed of trated elemental and divine Ki. Making it very difficult to move between regions. The stronger you were, the harder it became, as the pressure a of the walls would be equal to your cultivation rank.”

  “T-That seems incredible—that big of a world it was?!” Yanisse wondered. “There is no world iower that big... Well, that's what we’ve known so far!”

  “There were walls? How bizarre…” Niuttered.

  “Yes, I eventually destroyed the Walls when I mao learn their e to the Ki Veins underground, which I refined and then absorbed, making the Walls that had been there for immemorial times colpse,” I expined. “It only happened when I was already a Venerable, though, and it was after I had to beat one of the a, revived Venerables.”

  “I-I see…” John gulped saliva. “Um, what were these regions like?”

  “Let’s see… The tral ti was around... Perhaps a huimes the size of Earth? Immense and also the only region that shares so many different types of biomes. It is where the rgest anizations are located. The former Heavenly Judgement Pavilion was located there. It was a group of corrupted, orthodox cultivators that used their a powers and the bag of three Venerables to domihe world and its ws. I destroyed them and reformed their entire seto the Heavenly Court, a truly righteous, non-biased, and wful sect that brought actual justice to the world.”

  “Just like this Heavenly Court will do?” John wondered.

  “That’s the pn, to aent.” I nodded. “Now, let’s move on. The Northern Mountain Range was located in the north of the entire world; it was divided into snowy mountains and windy mountains. People here lived by mostly mining for resources and battling the endless waves of martial beasts. It was a regiohe Barbarian tribes lived—powerful humans with strong muscles and physiques—that cultivated the elements of earth and ice the most. Admirable fighters; many of their members used to be my enemies.”

  “Barbarians...” muttered Aiyana. “Were these people like the cavemen?”

  “Not that much; the cavemen we’ve met, aside from the Brutes, are quite kind.” I smiled. “The Barbarian Tribes of Murim were nothing like that... Hateful and warm, they desired to quer and grow powerful. They are stantly battliween tribes and s, overtaking their mountains aories.”

  “Sounds harsh,” said my mother.

  “Well, every single part of that world was harsh,” I ented. “Anyways, the Southern Pins were where the rgest nomadic tribes were located. Uhe barbarians, they had to stantly move across vast and near endless grassy pins, often divided by isnds made of forests. Slightly simir to the mountain range in some cultural aspects, but also vastly different! People here mostly cultivated the Paths of Wind and Wood.”

  “Then the Azure Seas of the West, an endless blue o with tless isnds, This ce where the mermen also lived—a race of uer-dwelling people. Which were also cultivators. These beautiful and tropids were full of o wars, pirates roamed everywhere, sea monsters could snatch you easily, and cultivators always had to learer element to get around; it was almost a y if you didn’t want to get stu an isnd forever. The culture was rather iing, but just as harsh as anywhere.”

  “And stly, the Wester Golden Dunes, probably the harshest of all Regions without a doubt, have endless deserts with dunes of all colors spread through them, although predominantly gold-colored duhese deserts all have their own effects. The Miasma Desert oisonous; the Illusio created illusions to trick you; the Livi would swallow you; the Ore Desert would tear you to shreds with its storms carrying hard metal pieces, etcetera. Oases here were like stars in the sky, making people and cultivatather around them and fe cities. Cultivators here mostly cultivated fire and sand paths.”

  “So amazing; it feels like a rge world!” Ruby said.

  “And you visited all of those fantastic regions?” wondered Juan.

  “Ihey were both exg adventures and... not so exg,” I sighed. “For the majority of the first one hundred years, I was always running away from pce to pce, so I ended up traveling through most of the world as a mortal. I ied heavily in my movement teiques, always making sure to be faster than whatever was chasing me. I was a coward, but that helped me survive and ultimately achieve what I did.”

  “There is no shame in running away,” Nichos said. “As long as you live, you fight another day after all.”

  “Well said,” I nodded. “Now, one of you asked the true ins of cultivation. Well, it’s very plicated. Although I learned mostly everything from that world, the ins are one of the oldest mysteries. There are many tales, legends, and mythologies inside of Murim. But I’ve learo resume most of it with a tale I call “The Tale of the First Man." Murim is not a world moved by ws like those of Earth; there was no such thing as evolution and the creation of life as we know it.”

  “I suppose that’s fair, but who is this first man?” Juan wondered.

  “Amongst the tales, he was called The First Father. He was born in the ins of the world of Murim. From what I learned by iigating every nook and y and even battling the Heavenly Will, I learhat Murim was created when the ic chaos itself distorted to the point of imploding. Heaven was born in that moment; all nine colors surged from the endless colpse and restru of chaos, which is the energy that enpassed the entire world of Murim like a cloud of darkness,” I expined. “The Nine Heavens were born; each Heaven once had its own Heavenly Will! All Nine Heavenly Wills gained scioushe moment they were born, immediately bining themselves into the Nine Heavens and creating a separatioween Heaven ah, whi those times was chaos.”

  “Then, the Nine Heavens decided that the world required many things. The Yellow, e, and Red Heavens biheir powers to create the Four Radiant Suns that illumihe entire world. The Green, Yellourple Heavens created the Earth as we know it, solidifying and purifying the chaos. The Azure and the Blue Heaveed the os. The Purple and Bck Heavens created the Night. And the White, Purple, and Bck Heavens made the three Moons.”

  “At that moment, all of Murim was fully formed, and the Nine Heavenly Wills felt tent with their creations. However, as time went by, they felt empty. There was no life yet, and they started to grow jealous of each other’s powers. And then, before even life was born, the Nine Heavenly Wills battled against one ao devour each other. They wao have all the power and not distribute it among the nine siblings. They ate and tore apart one another, until the st standing ohe White Heavenly Will, remained. He devoured all his siblings’ divine powers and became the Supreme Heavenly Will. The true god of Murim.”

  “So there was a god in Murim too?” wondered my mother. “But this is fusing; he was born out of chaos, not belief and faith.”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “Murim is very different, a world that could only be described as a dimension of its own at this point when I pare it to other worlds. Even the only god-like entity there was much different than any od out there.”

  “Anyways, moving on, the Heavenly Will created the first human. The First Human Father, a man, is the humae for all human-like beings iure,” I expined. “And also the precursor of cultivation as we know it. And the first-ever Venerable, the ohat cultivated the Human Path, and the st foe I fought before trying to escape Murim.”

  “Wait, the first human ever was alive?!” John muttered.

  “Yeah, well, no… It’s plicated. His tales are many; he was the one who created every wonder in the world. He was the one who was able to cultivate, as he noticed the particles floating everywhere and harhem into his body. Harnessing the Heavenly Dao itself from birth, he battled the Chaotic Beasts that ihe world through the cracks left behind by the Heavenly Wills battle for supremacy. Slowly being more powerful through thousands after thousands of years of endless battle. By harnessing the Essence of Heaven ah, Ki was able to grow powerful enough to survive, thrive, and grow.”

  “But if he was only a man, how did he get children?” asked Urbosa.

  “Was he made a wife out of his ribs like Adam and Eve? Haha…” Ruby ughed.

  “Not at all; it is said he used the power of the Human Path, the Element of Human, the Dao of Humans, to bihe essences of the world and create the first children,” I expined. “Amongst his children, there were also the Barbarians, the Mermen, the Winged Men, the Stone Men, and more. Who was much strohan the pure humans and had greater affinity for the cultivation of a certai. But true Humans remai the top because they reproduced much quicker. He was also, well, the first ever Venerable of the Human Path, using the entire popution of the world as his on against me.”

  “T-The entire popution of the world? Wait, what?” my sister wondered.

  “It is a plicated thing… That was indeed a fight, yeah,” I sighed. “Due to the Human Path, he could also revive almost indefinitely. Both his soul and body were the same, and he could also ect his powers with every single human or desdant and gain their power, being several times stronger. When I fought against him, even after having stolerength of the other Venerables I killed and having refihem into equipment, powers, and more, I was fident I only had roughly a forty pert ce of winning. But because of his overfidence, mostly because I was a woman, he created several openings for me to abuse. Yes, he was the man responsible for creating a world so discriminatory towards women; even though women could gain as much power as men, they were always restricted. Creating a terrible imbaween genders.”

  “That’s awful…” Yatered. “Yet you fought your way through all of that... For eleven thousand years…”

  “Yes, and I’ve e bae now. So, I shall teach you what I learned. We shall begin our Cultivation csses today. I will now teach you basic Meditation and Ki Refieiques,” I said. “So, pay attention.”

  After a few hours of expining and talking about the past, the csses of the day finally began.

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  Pach