[Everworld's Judgment]

"Ghah!", gasping heavily for air, William found himself on the floor inside the cube-shaped building, looking around puzzled, he scratched the back of his hand, "A dream?"

His head was slightly buzzing as though a fly was inside his skull, his vision was blurry and his breathing was ragged, but after taking couple mouthfuls of air, his situation slowly stabilized.

He slowly woke up and brushed off the dust on his clothes, "Since when did I fall asleep? Last thing I rememeber was me looking the starless night sky of the Southern Domain..."

Then the scenes of the previous dream slowly appeared in his mind, upon recalling the voices and ravings that possibly belonged to his ancestor, True Immortal Godfrey, he couldn't help but shudder in fear.

'Despite waking up, I can still 'hear' them in my head!', then William recalled what the 'Buddha' who brought him here said. 'Never pay attention to those murmurs, those will drive you to maniacy.'

For some baffling reason, William felt fear grip his heart, goosebumps appeared all over his body as cold sweat trickled down his back. His intuition told him that he just brushed past death, only surviving by chance.

He remembered the apathetic and indifferent eyes of the founder, how he looked at him with complete disregard... and was more prominent was that feeling of being abandoned, casted away, exiled and banished.

William couldn't help but frown and question himself inwardly, 'I never had any feeling of belonging to the Godfrey Clan in the first place, why did I have such feelings?'

He turned his gaze outside, towards the arid desert cloaked by darkness... He just realized that if he didn't wake up, he would possibly stay asleep forever, never to see the light of tomorrow ever again.

As a result, William couldn't help but speculate and come up with possible explanations for the previous dream, he felt as though there was something to it that made it extraordinary and unlike any other dream, something worthy of his attention. 'Was the ancestor helping me and telling me to 'wake up' so I don't freeze to death?'

William teeth clattered due the previous feeling of brushing past death, and mostly because of the coldness outside, 'If so, why did he have to take such extreme measures? Why did he look at me in such a way? He looked at me as though I'm his mortal enemy, his nemesis... definitely not the way a grandpa or a great grandpa would look at one of his progeny or descendants...'

The more William thinks about this matter, the more questions pop up in his mind. 'And the reasons why those 'murmurs' or 'ravings' drove me mad is because I inherited one of my biological parents's extraordinary characteristics? That's most likely a reasonable explanation, after all, Dustin and Cecilia are pretty powerful Immortals.'

After heaving a sigh of helplessness, William looked at the moon-less, star-less sky outside as he lampooned to himself, 'I'm only a one year old toddler, yet I'm already embroidered in the complex matters of Immortals and Cultivators.'

He went and huddled himself in a corner, waiting for the sun to rise, 'I should try to increase my life's natural order number as fast as possible, I already have a yang-path Body Forging technique so all I have to do is gather the necessary ingredients before I become a Rank One Immortal.'

In midst his thoughts, William couldn't help but frown upon thinking of [Pure Yang Immortal Body] technique, 'But... I have no way to verify it's authenticity, that bald monkey teleported me here after all, I don't know his intentions... Perhaps this technique is harmful to me, I can use it to exchange for other techniques and cultivate those that are veritable.'

Slowly, a plan formulated itself inside William's mind, 'Meanwhile, I can go and gather the [Pure Yang Immortal Body] technique's ingredients and materials, if I don't find an opportunity to exchange for a better or safer technique, I can just take the pill and forge my body according to the [Pure Yang Immortal Body] technique's instructions.'

'After I become sufficiently powerful, I can investigate the mysteries of my transmigration and relative to my cultivation base's rank, my natural order number will shield me from the many dangers of the Immortal world.'

According to the [Pure Yang Immortal Body] technique, one's natural order number is relative to his cultivation base, the higher it is, the less danger you will stumble upon and the more opportunities you will encounter. It also shields the person from certain dangers as well as makes it hard for existences to affect your natural life's course.

Natural order numbers delve deep into the domain of mysticism and is deemed as one of the most mysterious yet important matters in the immortal world, the [Pure Yang Immortal Body] technique enunciated the importance of a high natural order number again and again.

Unfortunately, although the technique possess a lot of relevant information regarding immortal methods, it only has a perfunctory introduction of life natural order numbers. All that William knows is that it corresponds to your cultivation base, and increases alongside your rank.

'It is said that upon becoming a demigod, an existence whose Rank is Seven or higher, then one's natural order number will truly experience a qualitative change....', William's eyes shone with the light of ambition, the feeling of having his life in the control of another worries him greatly, and he wants to change that as soon as possible.

'Of course... I can experience what this wonderful yet mystical world has to offer along my journey.', William's lips curved into an imperceptible smile before sneezing: "Achoo!"

...

Dustin, Deirain and Teonnook were in a stand-off, none of the three dared to make any rash moves.

Teonnook was up against a Rank Four Saint alongside a Rank Three Cultivator while he was only a dark-path Rank Two Immortal, even if he has a variegated arsenal of unorthodox spells and techniques, he would still most likely perish.

As for Dustin and Deirain, they were in their enemy's territory, an abandoned and ruined temple that once belonged to the flourishing and prosperous Buddhist Sangha, an organization whose influence spread throughout all the corners of the world. Who knows if this place has any hidden traps or dangers, plus, who knows what kind of monstrous existences hiding in the shadows.

An organization capable of easily deploying a Rank Three assailant who was equipped with a stealth, anti-divination artifact must not be underestimated, even the Godfrey Clan is taking it seriously.

Through various means and methods, Dustin received his clan's instructions and knew that a team of Decreed Punishers led by four Rank Four Saints is on the way, plus his patriarch, Tome Godfrey, is keeping an eye outside, if there is any danger, he will use his powerful cultivation base and artifacts of the Godfrey Clan to rescue his descendants.

The silence was eerie, cold sweat trickled down the foreheads of both parties, Deirain stood silently to the side, studying his surroundings warily, while Dustin's eyes radiated fierce killing intent that made Teonnook's tenses taut, he kept staring at this Rank Two Immortal with unprecedented ferocity, if it were not for the clan's instructions alongside Deirain's tips and advice, he would have pounced at this dark-path cultivator and rip his flesh apart.

Gulp.

Teonnook gulped nervously, being stared at by an existence at the level of a Saint, even though it's just a newly ascended Saint, was a horrifying experience. This dark-path cultivator couldn't help but feel that his mental faculties are about to crumble at any moment.

By following his superiors's instructions, Teonnook forced a fearless expression on his face as he taunted Dustin and Deirain, "Are you going to just stand there and wait for your child's doom? Haha, looks like the rumors were true, the renowned Dustin Godfrey is a cold-blooded, heartless devil who only slaughters and kills."

Visible blood vessels protruded out of Dustin's forehead, his breathing turned heavy as this newly ascended Saint tried his best to calm down his nerves and study his opponent rationally.

Seeing that his provocations had some effects, Teonnook continued on with his hoarse voice, "Pui, if that child knew his father is such a person, I wonder what expression would be on his face?"

"He would be wailing in despair and misery, haha, it's not like he's not wailing in despair at the moment.", Teonnook added with a provocative smirk.

Instinctively, Dustin tightened his grip on his sword even more, he felt as though whatever was coming out of Teonnook's mouth was akin to a mosquito's buzzing, prompting him with the unstoppable desire to swat him into a pool of blood and flesh.

Seeing Dustin's subtle action, Teonnook tensed up and took couple steps backward.

This passive deadlock continued...

The middle aged woman wearing regal robes met up with Tome outside the temple, accompanying her was a portion of the Decreed Punishers.

Tome jumped down from the forest, his long hair fluttered gently alongside the air as he landed as lightly as a feather.

"Juno.", Tome called out to the elder.

"Yes, patriarch.", abiding by the traditions and etiquettes of Immortal Clans, the regal-robed Juno fell to her knees, the Decreed Punishers behind her did the same, a look of reverence and zeal on their faces.

Patriarch Tome looked at Juno and the others for a moment before he sighed, "Enter the temple and reunite with Dustin, attempt to rescue his son. If the danger exceeds what you can handle, do not hesitate to use [Everworld's Judgment].", he said as he pulled out an inconspicuous broken hammer the size of a palm from his robe, then he gave it to Juno.

The broken hammer was made of wood, it's handle had some of it's parts gone while it's head was filled with cracks, other than it, it looked totally ordinary, something an apprentice artisan would carve out of boredom.

Little did others know that this seemingly-ordinary looking broken hammer was a magical artifact at the levels of powerful saints, it's called [Everworld's Judgment] and is considered one of the clan's treasures.

Unfortunately, it's side-effects are prominent. Not only does it use a lot of energy, immortal ki and divine power, with every subsequent the artifact would deteriorate and worsen, until becoming totally unusable.

Juno took [Everworld's Judgment] to her hands, then she bowed towards Tome and acknowledged his orders. After contemplating a plan with the Decreed Punishers, she headed towards the Buddhist Sangha's ruins.

Tome looked at Juno and the others's disappearing figures as he wore a melancholic look, if only his father was here...

In the Demon Continent.

The sun slowly appeared in the horizon, embracing the surrounding desert in it's luxurious light of dawn. William forced his body that was lacking in nutrition to get up, before he made his way out of the cube-shaped building, into the desert.

He was planning to find some sort of human settlement, a civilization where he can recuperate himself and look for ways to go back to the Southern Domain.

Slowly but surely, he dragged his one-year old body in the sands, leaving clear footprints behind that were quickly covered up by the bouts of wind.

Since it was dawn, it was unusually cold but to William, who somehow survived the entire night despite his weak physique, it was nothing serious and could be endured.

"Persevere!", there was only one word echoing in William's mind. He mustered all his energy to move forward, exhausting his one-year old body and not caring about the consequences.

He knows that if he does not reach some sort of human settlement, he would very likely die.

Despite taking less than a hundred steps forward, William already found it hard to continue forward, "Come on!" he clenched his teeth as he persevered.

He was determined to escape from this hell-hole and return to the Southern Domain, to the Godfrey Clan's estate.

"MOVEE!", William would be lying if he said he did not underestimate the stamina and energy of one-year old toddlers, he couldn't help but sigh and miss his old, well-fitted and healthy teenage body.

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