Thoughts churned through Chu Mu's mind. In the end, he suddenly recalled that flower born of the same root and source—or rather, that... person he had manipulated like a puppet on strings!
From the level of fate, did that person's destiny amount to being completely under his control? But was there truly predestination in the unseen, or were the secrets of heaven truly unfathomable? Or was fate fickle, shifting with the tides?
At that thought, Chu Mu suddenly felt the urge to meddle with fate once more.
He looked into the shop. Within the spacious main hall, several rows of shelves stood against the walls. Cultivators passed in and out through the entrance, while more than a dozen already wandered about inside.
Chu Mu shifted his gaze, finally settling on a middle-aged man by the shelves in the corner.
The man's face was haggard, his hands withered like rotten wood. Though cultivators of his age were normally in their prime, his body was already hunched, like a dying candle flickering in the wind.
His Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation was undoubtedly the most inconspicuous level at the bottom of Divine Mechanism City.
After all, there were no mortals in the Spirit Realm.
The moment living beings were born, they had already shed mortality! Compared to the Cultivation World, the Qi Refining Realm was equivalent to mortals in the Spirit Realm.
The Foundation Establishment Realm was likely comparable to the status of Qi Refining cultivators in the Cultivation World.
Even his own "Golden Core Realm" cultivation only made him a slightly larger ant in this Spirit Realm.
As for this man, he had been injured by an otherworldly ghostly evil during an expedition years ago.
Ghostly evils were not terrifying in themselves, but for a man who was merely in the Foundation