Sorcerer in the World of Master Nine
A single cry startles the world, six wings shroud the sky in dark clouds. The divine ape howls toward the heavens, shaking all creation; as its Dao fruit ripens, the world is illuminated. ...This work
“Hiss...”
Chaos, darkness, a world without daylight.
A hoarse, rasping sound echoed in the void, and countless low, unintelligible whispers reverberated through Li Yang’s mind.
He had no idea how long he drifted in the darkness—here, time seemed to have lost all meaning—until faint, indistinct murmurs gradually seeped into his awareness.
“Li’s awake—I’m sure I just heard his voice...”
“Grandpa Lu, you must save him!”
“Alas! He’s lost too much blood. Saving him will be difficult... This damnable world!”
“Who’s speaking?”
Did I... fail?
The voices hovered on the edge of perception, as if coming from another world, slowly coaxing Li Yang’s muddled consciousness back from oblivion.
“How could this happen...”
“He’s too gravely injured. I fear I’m powerless to help...”
“It’s all my fault. If he hadn’t tried to save me, Li wouldn’t be like this...”
Whether anxious, sorrowful, or resigned, the voices grew clearer, like stones cast onto the still surface of a lake, sending ripples through Li Yang’s mind.
His eyelids twitched; gradually, he became aware of his own body.
“Wait...”
“Grandpa Lu, look...”
A cry of delight rang out nearby, and Li Yang summoned all his strength to tear himself free from the darkness in his mind, slowly opening his eyes.
Dim light swam before his gaze; the flicker of a yellowed flame revealed a web-strewn temple ceiling, broken windows, prickly weeds beneath him, and a bare, battered door—a temple as shabby as any he’d seen in a television drama.