Idon’tknowwhenitbegan,butthere’sasoulinsideme—“anotherme.”

    Herevealseverythingwithoutreservation,andwhenheemerges,allofmystrengthisidbare,nothingheldback.

    But“he”doesn’tcarrymymemories,nordoIretainhis—unlesswechoosetosharethem.

    Thistime,weagreedtoshare.

    After“I”defeatedtheTyrannosaurusRex,Iwasinstantlyteleportedbacktothecultivationchamber.Atthesametime,mysoulreturomybody.

    Thesteouredmeacupofteaandaskedpolitely,

    “YoungMaster,wouldyouliketoproceedwiththesedentrytrial?”

    Ieramomentofthought.

    “Alright.Letmefinishthisteafirst.”

    HestoodbysilentlyasIdrank.Isetdownthecup.

    “Delicious.”

    “Aslongasyou’repleased,YoungMaster,”thestewardsmiledgently.

    “Bytheway,Itaketheformofanyoneyoudesire—butonlyafteryoupleteyourentrytrialsandofficiallybeethediscipleoftheDivineLord.”

    “Iuand.”

    Sothiswasmeanttotemptmeintofinishirials.Inoddedandasked,

    “Then,whatisthesedtrial?”

    “Thisosyourprehensionofacultivationteique.Insimpleterms:itgaugesyourtalentandperception.”

    Ifroze.

    Talent...?That’smyworsttrait.

    Hetinued,pullingoutanoldpieceofpart.

    “ThisisateiquecalledtheSorSparrowBattleTeique.Itwascreatedbyyourpre—cough,byaseniorcultivator.”

    Itookalook.

    Theso-called“teique”wasjustatattered,yellowedscrapofpaper,withall.

    Yet,strangely,Ifeltasenseofdeepfamiliarity.Withoutthinking,Ireachedouttotouchthepaper.

    Suddenly,afloodecharacterssurgedintomymind.Butjustasquickly,theytraomodern,readabletext:

    "TheSorSparrowBattleTeique,createdbymyself,isaNinth-TierCultivationArt.

    Sinceyoureadthesewords,fatehasbroughtustogether.

    Fromnowon,thisteiqueshallbeeyourLife-BoundTeique."

    Life-BoundTeique?

    What’sthat?

    Butnooneexpihewordstiofshacrossthepagelikeaflowingstream.

    Thistime,somethingcriticappeared:theactualteique.

    Aminiaturefigureappearedinmymind,demonstratingamartialsequence.Meanwhile,appeared:

    “ThisisthefirstformoftheSorSparrowBattleTeique.

    Thefirstformtainsfivemoves.”

    Tweer,thefigurefisdemonstration.Imimickedit.

    Quietly,Imuttered,

    “SorSparrowBattleTeique,FirstForm.”

    Therewerefivedistinctmoves.Afterpletingthem,Iwasdrenchedi,myqipletelydepleted.

    TomakeacultivatoratFoundatioablishmehismuch—itwastheequivalentofanordinarypersontrainingintenselyforhours.

    Theeokeup:

    “gratu

    Idon’tknowwhenitbegan,butthere’sasoulinsideme—“anotherme.”

    Herevealseverythingwithoutreservation,andwhenheemerges,allofmystrengthisidbare,nothingheldback.

    But“he”doesn’tcarrymymemories,nordoIretainhis—unlesswechoosetosharethem.

    Thistime,weagreedtoshare.

    After“I”defeatedtheTyrannosaurusRex,Iwasinstantlyteleportedbacktothecultivationchamber.Atthesametime,mysoulreturomybody.

    Thesteouredmeacupofteaandaskedpolitely,

    “YoungMaster,wouldyouliketoproceedwiththesedentrytrial?”

    Ieramomentofthought.

    “Alright.Letmefinishthisteafirst.”

    HestoodbysilentlyasIdrank.Isetdownthecup.

    “Delicious.”

    “Aslongasyou’repleased,YoungMaster,”thestewardsmiledgently.

    “Bytheway,Itaketheformofanyoneyoudesire—butonlyafteryoupleteyourentrytrialsandofficiallybeethediscipleoftheDivineLord.”

    “Iuand.”

    Sothiswasmeanttotemptmeintofinishirials.Inoddedandasked,

    “Then,whatisthesedtrial?”

    “Thisosyourprehensionofacultivationteique.Insimpleterms:itgaugesyourtalentandperception.”

    Ifroze.

    Talent...?That’smyworsttrait.

    Hetinued,pullingoutanoldpieceofpart.

    “ThisisateiquecalledtheSorSparrowBattleTeique.Itwascreatedbyyourpre—cough,byaseniorcultivator.”

    Itookalook.

    Theso-called“teique”wasjustatattered,yellowedscrapofpaper,withall.

    Yet,strangely,Ifeltasenseofdeepfamiliarity.Withoutthinking,Ireachedouttotouchthepaper.

    Suddenly,afloodecharacterssurgedintomymind.Butjustasquickly,theytraomodern,readabletext:

    "TheSorSparrowBattleTeique,createdbymyself,isaNinth-TierCultivationArt.

    Sinceyoureadthesewords,fatehasbroughtustogether.

    Fromnowon,thisteiqueshallbeeyourLife-BoundTeique."

    Life-BoundTeique?

    What’sthat?

    Butnooneexpihewordstiofshacrossthepagelikeaflowingstream.

    Thistime,somethingcriticappeared:theactualteique.

    Aminiaturefigureappearedinmymind,demonstratingamartialsequence.Meanwhile,appeared:

    “ThisisthefirstformoftheSorSparrowBattleTeique.

    Thefirstformtainsfivemoves.”

    Tweer,thefigurefisdemonstration.Imimickedit.

    Quietly,Imuttered,

    “SorSparrowBattleTeique,FirstForm.”

    Therewerefivedistinctmoves.Afterpletingthem,Iwasdrenchedi,myqipletelydepleted.

    TomakeacultivatoratFoundatioablishmehismuch—itwastheequivalentofanordinarypersontrainingintenselyforhours.

    Theeokeup:

    “gratu