"Shut up! Nyx"
"Ask me one by one. Don't Rush Old Man!!!"
Yeon said in a Sarcastic tone to irritate Nyx, but this time he is so eager to know the truth that he didn't react to Yeon's ragebait.
He asked all his question one by one as Yeon answered them one by one.
Yeon is not shocked that Nyx is gone insane after knowing this truth and that's also when Yeon is his master, if outsider would have get to know that an eleven-year boy created a Law level cultivation then, what type of reaction would have been shown by those people.
After all the questions were answered Yeon directed towards Nyx with a serious tone still no expression change by which someone can understand what he really feels or thinks.
"Old man now I am going to tell you what happens that year, but before that let me warn you, don't dare interrupt me or forget about 'All Realm Battlefield'. I won't help you with the exploration, you won't even get what you want."
"Did you understand the rules?"
"Vesper Kid don't try to use my shortcomings to blackmail me."
At this moment both of them were looking at each other with seriousness but in no time, Nyx change his tone and expression.
"But for the time being to give you some face, I will only listen to you without any questions or interruption, but don't you dare to think that I agreed because of that thing."
"I know, I know, Nyx you are a respectable old man."
Yeon being sarcastic with Nyx.
"Brat don't cross your limits I can still slay you with one thought."
Nyx show rage on his face with a serious and bold tone.
Yet, Yeon didn't mind him, but he gave a very little unnoticeable laugh for a blink of while and again the same person as before with no expression and emotion over his face.
Then he started narrating about what happens and how he meets his maternal uncle the Star Forging Immortal, God Emperor and The Ruler of Heavenly Realm.
"After I asked him about who my parents are? he didn't reply. Though I am afraid of him, but I have intuition that he won't be harming me here in the presence of my master and Blue-Silver Liquor Lion, The Divine Beast Emperor of the Mythical Beast Realm. So, for a brief moment I get a little courageous and again asked him about who my parents were, basically I was asking about my father, as for the details of my mother by analogy she must be the princess of Heavenly Realm."
"But again, he was silent, without any change in expression behaving like he didn't listen my question."
"At this exact moment, The Divine Beast Emperor, Yun Ting asked me about how many Ancient Laws are known to us."
As Yeon continues Nyx said
"Stop Stop, your narration is Awful. Why don't you let me read your memories."
Yeon didn't critic over Nyx sudden interruption, but he shows valable anger
"Who do you think you are, we are not close enough to you to go through my memories, or do you have some other motives."
Nyx was silent.
In this Cosmos of Endless possibilities.
Where everyone is struck in the endless pursuit of greatness,
every living being is destined to make a choice. Whether one treads upon mortal dust or overlooks countless heavens, none are exempt. To advance is a choice. To retreat is a choice. Even to remain still is a choice, for stillness itself is but another direction. Where Every decision gives birth to one path while burying countless others beneath it. Where every path demands its own offering.
Some lose wealth.
Some lose companions.
Some lose the warmth of family.
Some surrender their mercy, while others abandon their reason.
There are even those who, after walking too far, can no longer recognize the person reflected in still water. Loss is not the punishment for seeking greatness; it is the price demanded by the road itself. The higher one climbs, the heavier the burden resting upon his shoulders.
Yet sacrifice alone has never crowned anyone supreme. Throughout endless ages, there has never existed a being who stood above all forever.
Beyond every mountain lies another peak.
Beyond every heaven stretches another firmament.
Beyond every legend waits another legend.
No matter how extraordinary one's talent, there will always an existence with greater strength, deeper wisdom, older experience, broader influence, or boundless fortune. The world has never promised fairness. It merely offers every soul a place upon the climb.
Thus, survival became a wisdom long before it became a choice. A drawn blade may claim a life, yet a hidden blade decides the outcome of a war.
An open scroll is judged before another word can be written upon it, while a sealed scroll possesses endless possibilities.
The calmest sea often conceals the deepest abyss.
The tallest mountain reveals only its peak while hiding the roots that keep it unshaken.
Those who expose every card within their sleeve seldom survive long enough to draw them. Mystery is not deception—it is the shelter of possibility.
And nowhere does possibility slumber more deeply than within one's memories.
A cultivator's memories are not merely fragments of the past. They are the soil from which their potential takes root. Every wound endured, every lesson learned, every fear concealed, every desire pursued, every conviction forged—they all sleep within those memories. To forcefully peer into them is not merely to witness what has been. It is to uncover what may yet become.
For the future is born from what remains unknown. To strip a cultivator of his secrets is to rob him of countless unseen paths before he has the chance to walk them. It is to expose the roots before the tree has borne fruit. It is to steal tomorrow while pretending to study yesterday. Such an act is not merely an invasion of the mind—it is an assault upon one's potential. And in a world where a single hidden possibility may one day overturn the heavens, there are few transgressions greater than laying bare another's soul.
The world is cruel, one life is like winds, embrace the wind without knowing its origin is the way to cultivation.