Dreaming to Become a Creator-Chapter 0091 – Awakening Soon

Chapter 91: Awakening Soon?
The new Headmaster of the Liuhe Sect died without a whisper, his name never learned by Zuo Meng till the end.
This reinforced Zuo Meng’s conviction: personal strength mattered above all else. External trappings meant nothing when life hung in the balance.
“Your soul bears ancient traces, yet we’ve never crossed paths,” remarked the Heavenly Lord after crushing the Liuhe Sect’s new leader, probing Zuo Meng’s origins. “Though today began badly, the outcome pleases me. How else would I encounter someone like you?”
Among the Three Great Lords, the Heavenly Lord stood as the eldest. With countless incarnations spanning unfathomable years, his wisdom dwarfed even his fellow Lords.
Traces of age?
Before Zuo Meng’s third dream-cycle added six centuries to his soul’s imprint, the Heavenly Lord could’ve discerned his true age instantly. Now this temporal distortion would mislead the ancient being – not that Zuo Meng planned to clarify.
“I cultivated in seclusion, lost in a single dream spanning millennia. Now I awaken.”
His accumulated years lent credence to the lie.
“A thousand-year dream! You’re quite the character.”
The Heavenly Lord’s praise held ambiguous sincerity.
“Why seek me out?”
Zuo Meng kept his tone curt, wary of equals. Like fleeing Human Respect’s domain years prior, he knew peers brought proportional risks – dangerous enough to threaten his hard-won progress. Better to avoid entanglement until reaching true mastery.
Undeterred, the Heavenly Lord guided him toward the exit. “Others wouldn’t merit an answer. For you? Let’s ponder this together.”
At the threshold, a panting figure blocked their path.
“Headmaster! The lecture hour—”
Zuo Meng vaguely recognized the Teaching Elder who’d once instructed him, though the name escaped memory.
“Intruders!” The elder bristled. “Where’s the Headmaster?”
The Heavenly Lord strode past as if the man were air. Zuo Meng followed suit.
“Halt!” The elder struck their retreating backs.
CRACK!
An invisible force hurled him across the hall. His palm throbbed against stone tiles.
“Dark magic?” he gasped, staring at the departing figures. His full cultivation couldn’t pierce their passive defenses. Clutching bruised ribs, he spotted the corpse nearby.
“The Headmaster… dead?!”
The Teaching Elder felt a loud buzzing in his head. The Headmaster with sixty years of cultivation had died so inexplicably?
It was those two from earlier!
Ignoring his injuries, the Teaching Elder rushed out after them.
“Elder Yu! Where’s the Headmaster?”
Two more elders arrived, having noticed his prolonged absence.
“Where are those two who just left?” The Teaching Elder demanded urgently. With the Headmaster dead, he needed answers for the disciples – this blame mustn’t fall on him.
“Two people?”
The newly arrived elders exchanged confused looks.
“No one passed through here.”
Impossible!
“You must’ve missed them! They killed the Headmaster – stop them escaping!” The Teaching Elder insisted, face twisting with disbelief.
“What? The Headmaster’s dead?”
The elders paled. They’d just prepared for today’s lecture together – how could he die so suddenly?
Refusing to waste time, the Teaching Elder shoved past them and charged down the mountain. Beyond the platform, he saw Zuo Meng and the Heavenly Lord casually conversing at the cliff’s edge like neighbors chatting in their yard.
“They did it! They killed the Headmaster!”
The Teaching Elder’s shout quivered with frantic energy.
Hm?
The Heavenly Lord frowned mid-conversation. Annoyed at the interruption during his discussion with this intriguing Dao companion, he nearly crushed the nuisance instinctively.
“Begone.”
Zuo Meng flicked his sleeve.
A hurricane force silenced the Teaching Elder mid-shout, sweeping him and the two approaching elders backward like dry leaves. All three tumbled into the main hall as doors slammed shut behind them.
“Skillful technique, friend.”
The Heavenly Lord nodded approval. Such precise power control couldn’t be learned overnight. This display made Zuo Meng’s claim of long seclusion credible.
“Your words reveal uncommon wisdom. You’ve earned the right to know.” After sufficient testing through conversation, the Heavenly Lord finally relaxed. Ancient beings like him never revealed truths lightly – had Zuo Meng shown any inadequacy, he’d have left without another word, demoting him to insignificance like that bumbling elder.
“Speak freely, Heavenly Lord.”
Though initially disinterested, Zuo Meng’s curiosity stirred. What secret required Heavenly Lord-level clearance?
“The Heavens… are about to awaken.”