The cultivators froze where they stood, unable to understand what Nine Sorrows meant.
Establish a tradition? A Taboo establishing a tradition?
Lord Nine Sorrows might possess an exalted cultivation realm, but was not human. They had only been taken in to serve as pawns, so why suddenly impart a Dao to the Human Race?
Regardless of their astonishment, Nine Sorrows continued:
"These Fate Chapters comprise three volumes, distilled from the essence of my Dao. The first expounds the pinnacle of womb nurturing, refining truth through grief and suffering; the second speaks of the opportunity to break through, making sorrowful intent into a bridge; the third allows one to rise beyond womb nurturing and attain the rank of 'sorrow spirit.'"
Sorrow spirit!
The breathing in the hall abruptly grew heavier. Even with Nine Sorrows presiding above them and grief and suffering permeating the hall, longing rose in their hearts. There really was a path beyond womb nurturing? One with both a name and substance?
Chu Mo stood with his head lowered among the cultivators, blending into the crowd without the slightest sign of anything unusual.
Suddenly, several streaks of light flew out from behind the curtains, accompanied by Nine Sorrows' hollow voice:
"Those who achieve success in cultivating this Dao and break through to sorrow spirit may enter the Eternal Sorrow Palace as my emissaries, wield authority over netherworld soil, and comprehend still loftier mysteries." Chu Mo looked at the streak of light that landed before him. It was a palm-sized bone slip, lustrous as jade, engraved with the words "Womb-Nurtured Nine Sorrows Fate Chapters," each character seeming to weep blood.
Compared with the other cultivators' excitement, Chu Mo was far calmer, his heart unruffled. It was merely a path to the fourth tier. Fuli Heaven offered paths even higher than