"That's right. You are me."
A faint smile rested on Chu Mo's face as he gazed at the newly awakened "other-self aspect" before him.
As he assimilated more and more other-self aspects over the past few days, the power he could reflect over also grew. By now, third-tier cultivators would fall victim to him at first sight. Even those of the fourth tier would find their true spirits wavering and their true selves unsettled.
"The Netherland World is still too far away."
Chu Mo shook his head. The stronger he became, the more he appreciated how absurd the Heavenly Register was. No matter how far apart the Two Worlds were, it could transport him instantly as long as he had coordinates.
He could even jump back and forth repeatedly without expending any magical power.
He had begun to wonder whether the Heavenly Register needed energy to sustain itself at all. Could it conjure something from nothing? Or did it simply have no need for energies such as spiritual qi or magical power?
"What exactly is the will of Fuli Heaven? How does its strength compare to a Heavenly Venerable's?"
Questions filled Chu Mo's mind. Could the Heavenly Dao in those worlds called [heaven domains] all be this powerful?
As these thoughts ran through his mind, his hands did not slow. With practiced ease, he began examining Zhao Mu's memories.
This man was a disciple of one of the Gravekeepers' subprefectures, named the Anyang Subprefecture.
Anyang Prefecture lay six thousand li north of Eternal Peace City and governed every Daoist temple within a radius of thirty thousand li. Its prefect, Han Qing, had perfected the yin-locking fate realm and had presided over Anyang Prefecture for nearly a thousand years. "Nearly a thousand years..." Chu Mo's expression shifted slightly. "In other words,