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Chapter 80: An Old Friend

I looked out from my room in the core of the Forever City. The air was clear. The buildings had windows, were colorful, and had the scent of flowers in the air. The outskirts of the Forever City truly were the slums.

There was even a touch of energy in the air, making me feel more comfortable. I hadn’t noticed before, but once I arrived here, it was painfully clear. I sat on my terrace looking out at what could only be described as Cultivator Heaven.

The tunnels between buildings were open aired walkways instead of closed in paths. There were statues and other works of ark about the place. What made it all the more shocking were the people who were here and got to enjoy all of this.

The immortal cultivators living in the core of the Forever City rarely went out and walked about. This place was nice for their servants, or well their servants’ servants. Since anyone remotely important enough flew about. I couldn’t tell if they were using some piece of equipment or technique. Regardless, it was clear that they looked down on the other cultivators.

I looked up at the sky above. The true core of the Forever City was surrounded by a massive illusion, like the continent was. Well to call it an illusion was not correct. It was an immense formation, creating a bubble of enclosed reality. To take away that oppressive feeling the Forever City gave off for a much more scenic environment.

If the outskirts were some dystopian hell this core area would be an uncaring heaven. I was waiting here, since Qiang You had arranged transport for me to the layer of reality above this one, the Mechanical Layer. Apparently with so much energy, it was easy to tear a hole between the Firmament and the Astral Plane.

But going up was trickier and not easily accomplished. There was less energy to work with. Arrays and formations would struggle. That was why there were more technologically oriented solutions. Cultivators almost never went up, where there was less energy. Since every account I had read and looked into, indicated it was horrible.

Going back up to the Material supposedly would strip away one’s immortality if they weren’t strong enough. Strength would allow someone to bring energy with them internally, but it would be a limited resource. And techniques would struggle to work. An actual gun would be far more dangerous and actually threaten an immortal, where here in the Firmament, they eventually stopped being an effective weapon.

I was staying in this waiting area for when a method of transportation arose. I had no idea where I would end up either. Almost no one traveled in that direction. They wanted to come here, or someplace like this. Possibly even a continent type of environment. For all its faults, the Forever City was the city of opportunities. Where fortunes could rise and fall in an instant.

This room was Qiang You’s private residence in the core of the Forever City. I was staying here as a guest, so that when an opportunity arose for my departure, I would be ready to leave immediately. Even with a fast vehicle, there was no telling how long a transport method would wait around. Hence I was here, waiting for a lift to arrive any day now.

I had been studying, and double checked my notes as I waited. As one descended, technology was less effective, while energy was more effective. And vice versa, going the other way. That was why my sword would be some important.

There might also be an answer about my reincarnation that might be revealed. I had been hoping for something during my breakthrough, but nothing. It was one of the biggest mysteries about my life and very existence, which had no answer.

I had occasionally thought about it, but it was a pointless exercise. Perhaps when I reached immortality I would learn the truth, or it just might be unknowable. Looking out at the lower servants walking about the beautiful walkways was something I never imagined in the Forever City without seeing it myself. The same reasoning applied to my reincarnation. The answer was out there, but until I came across it, there was no way for me to figure out an answer. It was all too possible for the answer to be something I had never considered.

Well, I had thought about a lot of explanations, but there was no way to decide which one was right without solid data. I had discretely looked up this issue in the knowledge that the TripleX faction had out of curiosity.

I had made sure to describe my investigation by looking into immortality and if reincarnation even was possible. The short answer was that it was complicated. The longer answer was that as cultivators got stronger, they became more energy-based lifeforms, like based on physical brain matter.

That connection to the astral plane was something that was unique to humans under the aegis of the Forever City. That connection allowed cultivators to gather strength in the later stages. It was the lynchpin of cultivation.

As for why cultivators didn’t go running off into the astral plane, it was far too dangerous. It was too close to the layer of Chaos underneath everything. That was the reason that cultivators existed in the middle layer of reality, the Firmament. They didn’t want to fight horrors from the beyond constantly.

Whomever was the first cultivator to create that connection was a genius. The grandfather of cultivation, the first cultivator. Others argued that such a mythic figure didn’t exist. Rather it was this way for all eternity.

Regardless of the reasoning behind the connection, mine was going to be cut off. Thankfully I had quite a bit of time to recover after my breakthrough. If I had left immediately afterwards, there was a good chance my cultivation would have collapsed entirely.

That risk, that pain, was the reason behind Qiang You sent me off to leave as quickly as possible. I had no doubt I had paid back his initial investment and then some. But he wanted me to get more for him, to be his debt slave.

I would repay him no matter what. Having a senior cultivator as an enemy was not something I wanted. It would be hard, but I had faith in myself. I looked out at the people moving about in their martial robes. Even the servants were wearing them. For just a long and storied community, it was a rotting carcass of whatever system was in place before. Or perhaps it had always been that way? Another one of those questions with no clear answer.

It was called the Forever City. I chuckled to myself as the same had a touch of humor to it. For an immortal society, it had very little creativity. At a certain point, everything would start to feel repeated. I had seen that from the lowered ranked immortals in the TripleX faction. They had been grinding for power, to climb up for so long, they had lost sight of everything around them.

I had made the same choice with open eyes. The pursuit of power was about accumulating advantages over a long period of time. Cultivators who were too reckless didn’t last that long. It made me wonder what the true pinnacle looked like? How powerful would one be at that point? More questions I had no answers to.

Another thing that was bothering me was the human-like appearance of everyone, or at least cultivators. I didn’t know what I should have expected, but it raised some major questions. I knew there were other races out there. I had seen some in my time in the Forever City. There weren’t many, but all the beings standing in the staircase while I had been sulking around were a great example of the diversity of this crazy city.

There was a knock on my door. “Enter,” I called out. A servant entered and then bowed towards me.

“Mister Yuan Zhou, you have a guest, they did not give their name, but they had credentials. The choice is yoou” they said. I wondered who it could be and who had the clout to be here? Rhiza was off the list due to how there was no way she had managed to get here and I doubt it would be Qiang you. He would have just barged in.

“Please, send them in,” I replied and spun about in the chair I had been sitting on. People who could harness the fundamental aspects of reality to use techniques and liver longer weren’t idiots. Rocking chairs weren’t going to cut it. They hadn’t cut it in the past and they wouldn’t cut it going forward. I looked at the side of the room.

Qiang You was either flexing on me or making a point in some weird way. I didn’t dare ask, but there was a rocking chair. One of the custom ones made out of spirit wood. It had been recovered from the continent and brought here. I supposed it was a reminder that Qiang You’s reach was incredibly long. Crossing him would have him hire someone to hunt me down and punish me.

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It really was a great idea. A shame, that eventually all the good ideas just got gobbled up. An immortal society was annoying that a business was a struggle to make money even with a strong backer. This was the true post scarcity society. A bunch of old people looking at the young people trying to reach their level while their servants carried out tasks for them. The fact that I even thought they might be sitting on a balcony like I had been, was a sign that my mind was going.

These cultivators would be scheming in some way or trying to get more powerful. At least the ones who weren’t wage slaves, thinking they would get powerful enough to advance quicker than their peers without putting in the corresponding effort.

I stood up and waited, while trying to figure out who my guest was. I had no doubt that whomever it was, Qiang You would learn nearly instantly.

“Hello, Yuan Zhou.” My mind went blank as I processed the woman standing in front of me. It was Bones.

“Greetings senior,” I said and bowed. She chuckled.

“I blocked out any observations,” she said. I had a lot of questions with her arrival. It took me a moment to get my thoughts in order to ask.

“Why now?” I asked. That was the most important question in my mind.

“It wasn’t difficult to learn that you were planning to depart the Forever City. I think it is foolish. You should stay here,” Bones said.

“Thank you for the advice,” I replied.

“But you aren’t going to follow it. Well, that is your choice,” Bones replied. The silence stretched out for a couple of seconds.

“Please, sit. Qiang You will not be happy about this,” I replied.

“I am hiding in plain sight,” Bones explained. “I wanted to see you before you left. You helped me out a lot. I am set to depart soon as well. It is a funny coincidence that our departures from the Forever City overlap.”

“Really?” I asked in surprise.

“While you spent your time breaking through, I spent my time adapting this body. I have made quite a bit of progress towards recovering my old strength. My revenge is already in motion. And now I go to seek a new path,” Bones said and I felt nervous all of a sudden.

“Are you here to dissect me?” I asked.

“While I admit I am curious to how you have structured your cultivation, this is merely a friendly visit,” Bone said. It was also a warning. But I had no choice but to leave to find my fortune. Qiang You was the axe above my head.

“Well, I am doing well enough. As for my cultivation, I haven’t started building up. I am still adapting to the changes. Now I am just waiting until a method of transportation comes up,” I replied. While tempting to ask for advice and reflect on my decisions, were now separate beings. Our interests didn’t align anymore. That was why I was hesitant to share unless there was an equal trade.

“Always thinking. I have to respect that,” Bone said.

“And karma, aren’t you building up a debt?” I asked.

“There are many kinds of debt. I am content to not interfere,” Bones said and then looked off to the side. “It is probably best I leave. If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to contact me,” Bones told me directly.

“Thank you senior,” I said and he turned and paused before he left the sitting room.

“I would offer you advice, but we have covered quite a lot togeather.” I nodded at this. We had been companions for a long period of time. Bones turned and left.

There was a lot I could have asked. But we had broken up for better and for worse. I couldn’t help but feel there was more to the visit. I was in no place to help others. I could barely help myself. I had also done enough with Bones in the past, that her showing up was incredibly suspicious.

She came back through the door. “I apologize for coming back, but I need information. I will make a trade with you.” I shook my head and didn’t say anything. I knew exactly what was happening. All the clues were here.

“You knew?” I was asked by the person that looked like Bones. I didn’t say anything. No answer was the best answer. I waited as the silence stretched out. Finally, the person impersonating Bones acted first. Bones’ figure shimmered and was replaced by Qiang You. It was all a trap to test how loyal I was to the TripleX faction.

“Of course, I knew. I merely looked backwards and the ripples you left behind. You have discernment at least,” Qiang You replied. “Also, a lot of luck. Both valuable qualities in order to survive outside the Forever City and my protection.”

“Who is she?” I asked out of curiosity. Since Qiang You already knew, it didn’t hurt to ask.

“A favored son of the heavens who fell from grace,” Qiang You said. That didn’t answer anything as he swept back through my room and took a seat on a chair, while turning to calmly look at me. It was incredibly intimidating. “I decided to relook at your past, and I found quite a bit.”

I didn’t know how to respond to such a statement. “Can I even betray anything?” I asked.

“Your knowledge is invaluable. Many would want the knowledge of how to survive in the Forever City along with other information.”

“I take it that I passed this test, since I wasn’t murdered off right away?” I asked.

“Yes. Being able to realize this was a trap was important. I am only looking after my investment,” Qiang You said with a smile. “You can teach many things, but you can’t teach common sense. It is far more valuable than many realize.”

“Also not betraying secrets,” I replied heavily.

“Also, that,” Qiang you said imperiously. “And a reminder that I know your thoughts before you do. Your knowledge of energy is that of a toddler. I merely need to glance at you and I can discern everything you are thinking of.”

“The observation blockers?” I asked hesitantly.

“They work to an extent, but I have seen you without them. And you never switched them out. It was easy enough to alter them near instantly to see through them,” Qiang You said with a grin, that felt far too sinister. There would be no running away was the point he was trying to make. “I also see you have worked hard on my list.”

“It would be a shame not to do research while I have the chance,” I replied. If I was being sent on an errand to reclaim my life, I wouldn’t be slacking off.

“Another reason why I am letting you scurry off. You could go beyond my reach, but I doubt you will take things that far,” Qiang You said, and I bowed my head. He just chuckled. This was the true face of cultivation. Lies and deceit all around. But I wasn’t about to stop moving forward just because of a little test.

“Thank you, Vice Leader,” I said and bowed deeply.

“Indeed. I consider you a project. One that I have invested some effort into. To see if you truly are a phoenix feather flying high, or a cabbage on the side of the road. But enough talk about such things. Your departure has been arranged. You leave immediately,” Qiang You said.

“I understand,” I grabbed my pack and put it on. Qiang You just kept smirking at me, and I had to endure it. He knew how I felt and got enjoyment from it, which was what really annoyed me.

“Come, stand up, let us depart,” Qiang You got up and I followed him out of the nice suite of rooms I had been staying in. I followed him through the tower. “Getting to the Mechanical Layer safely is hard. While I could rip open a path, it is far more settled than the Astral Plane in some areas. That place has a lot of nothing.”

That was not something in the reading I had done. But it made sense. “I wouldn’t have to worry, but for someone weak like you, well that is just inviting trouble. Trying to set up a permanent connection is a bad idea for various reasons. And most vessels like the cylinder ships run on arrays and energy. Trying to go up, well they don’t work properly.” I didn’t interrupt as I followed Qiang You, since he liked to hear his own voice while I got to learn.

“And the Material?” I asked with a bit of interest. Qiang You let out a snort.

“You will end up in the void of some bubble of space. A lot of nothing. The Mechanical Layer is where things descend towards the Firmament. But it isn’t as dangerous as the last chunks that make it all the way down here, outside the protective bubbles. Tell me, have you realized why you can travel about the astral plane, but not outside the bubbles we cultivators live in?” Qiang You asked.

That was a complicated question I had never considered deeply. “There is energy in the Astral Plane, which connects to our souls,” I finally replied after a couple long seconds of considering my answer.

“No. Well perhaps. But ultimately no. The rainbow light is the bleed over from the material breaking apart, back towards chaos. In the Mechanical Layer, it is called that and not some kind of Plane, since things are smashing togeather. Even with how much emptiness comes from the Material, there is still a lot of stuff. The danger is more environmental and less from monsters. The Firmament here is the best of both as it is with many other things,” Qiang You explained.

“I can see you are wondering why I am telling you this? I used to teach and give enlightenment to people,” Qiang You surprisingly shared something personal about himself. “I explained things so many times, in my past, but it is exhausting. Now I only like to teach those that are worth my time. Yuan Zhou, you have my attention. Try not to die horribly.”

“If I may be bold, the debt and throwing me in the deep end Vice Leader?” I asked hesitantly.

“Cultivators are soft. I would rather throw a million people and have them fight over a single opportunity, than to hand such an opportunity to a single person a silver platter. Immortality is both a blessing and a curse. I know you have been watching this city outside your window and you haven’t seen any cultivators. This place is stagnant. It is a prison of our own design. A retirement home for those who have stopped trying for something more,” Qiang You said, and I looked nervously around us as we walked across a walkway.

“Don’t look nervous. The Heavenly Alliance knows this. But their purpose is to keep the status quo for all eternity. A bastion of stagnation. Most have given up the pursuit of power as it gets more difficult, only increasing their strength at a smaller rate each cycle. And we have not advanced as individuals or as a society,” Qiang You said with disgust.

“If I was in charge, I would unite all cultivators and declare war on another super-organization. Fight to the death and repeat. Cultivators would get stronger over time. And soon nothing would stop us, but infinite itself,” Qiang You had quite a bit of passion and he was a battle fanatic. “So do not look on this as a punishment, but a gift. A gift to get stronger. One day, if you think you are strong enough, come and kill me. If you have surpassed me, then I deserve death.” Battle fanatic was being too nice.

Regardless, I would make my own future with my two hands. I had come this far, I was going to keep going no matter what. Qiang You was right about that. Immortality was just the first step of my journey and I was going to reach it one day no matter what.

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    Chapter 81 – Going Up
    Dec 20, 2023

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    “Welcome to the Elevator,” I could hear the capitalization in the term. Also, the thing was massive. It wasn’t at the center of the Forever City, but the structure was the size of nine towers combined togeather. “I am your personal guide, Xi.”

    I was leaving the Forever City. After breaking through, I was leaving to find one of many objects from a list Qiang You had given me. The immortal cultivator had left me here at the entry way and wished me luck. While I wanted to deny the huge debt I owed him, there was no way I would be able to.

    While he seemed cruel and uncaring, he had gone out of his way for me to survive my breakthrough and step onto a new path of cultivation. I still didn’t know enough about him to understand his motivations. The most I could work out was that he seemed to want to invest in me, since I had succeeded in the past.

    There was no doubt in my mind that he would be able to find me if I ran away from the debt I owed him, but there was no time frame attached to it. The big obstacle now was reaching immortality and surviving. Apparently during my breakthrough, a monster had gotten a piece of my cultivation and was after me, a temporal hunter. That was the other reason I was leaving the Forever City to go up to the Mechanical Layer.

    I also wanted to leave this place. It was not a nice place to live or to try and make progress. The oppression by senior cultivators and other factions was a lot. Almost all the opportunities had been squeezed out.

    “So how does this work exactly?” I asked as my personal guide gestured for me to follow him.

    “A hole between layers is created at precise intervals and the elevator is pulled through the hole between layers of reality. The lack of energy and the distance from the Astral Plane will be quite an experience,” Xi explained.

    “I already know. My techniques and equipment will lose quite a bit of power and I will struggle, is there anything else?” I asked.

    “No. The drop off point is one of seven points that the Forever City rotates between. You passage has been paid for as well as a return passage. The same rules exist at the drop off points. Do not bring trouble back with you. In addition a place has been arranged at Drop Off Point Number Five, where you can adjust for up to one cycle. Your stay has been paid for. After that you will be subject to the standard rates,” Xi explained.

    “How much are these rates?” I asked.

    “Ten thousand credits per cycle,” he said and that was an absurd amount for just a place to stay. A cycle was about the length of a year, but in Forever City lingo. To charge so much for just a room for a year was far more than some of the slightly nicer places in the Forever City. “The drop off points are quite small, and it takes quite a bit of effort to protect them. The usual methods do not work.”

    Xi clearly meant formations and arrays, the foundation of all technology in the Forever City. Using symbols to shape energy to behave in certain ways. I had some understanding, but the study of such things was the work of a lifetime.

    After being led through a corridor, we came to the interior of the super tower that was hollowed out. There was a very large cylinder waiting in the middle of the tower, just floating there. “A special cylinder ship,” Xi said. Cylinder ships were often used to go between locations of the Firmament, like the Forever City and one of the many continents that supported it. But they tended to be smaller than the one in front of me.

    “Why so big?” I asked as I was led towards a walkway that led into the massive cylinder ship.

    “Shielding, power cores, and other mechanical devices to survive the ascent. While there are cultivators with an understanding of higher-level technology, the production methods are not simple. It is easier to just upscale the designs to make it easier instead. Also, the traffic to the Mechanical Layer is fairly limited. Please, follow me on board. A private room as been prepared for your ascent.”

    I followed Xi to a private sitting room. Food and beverages were laid out as I settled into a comfortable chair. Xi took up a standing position off to one side. I remembered back to how I arrived in the Forever City in steerage class. Now I was leaving in super first class. While I had obligations to fulfill, I was happy with the progress I made.

    There was a soft chime. “We will begin ascending soon, once two more chimes sound. Is there anything you wish for while we wait?” Xi asked.

    “How long will this take?” I asked out of curiosity.

    “It depends, but it shouldn’t be long,” Xi said. After another hour of waiting there were two light chimes that sounded out.

    “And everything is on track,” Xi said with a smile.

    “Do things ever go off track?” I asked.

    “Well, there could be a Cascade event, an attack, or several other things happening which would interfere. There is a limited window of ascent,” Xi said and I didn’t feel anything and could only tell that we were moving in some way by the traces of force energy lingering about in the air.

    “What is a Cascade event?” I asked. I had some idea from the reading I had done, but it wouldn’t hurt to gather more information since I had been assigned a personal guide.

    “When matter from the Material falls into the Mechanical Layer. Excuse my non-technical explanation, but when you have planetoids and other large objects impact the material already in existence, it can get quite hectic. Often times this falling of material breaks through multiple layers disintegrating apart. Fun fact, there is something called a star, a dense combination of gases. But after falling through the Mechanical Layer and into the Firmament and then the Astral Plane, there is nothing left but wisps of gas,” Xi said. I blinked a couple of times and took a moment to process what he had just told me.

    “Things just fall through?” I asked. Wondering for the first time in a long time if Earth was still out there. My memories of my first life were quite distant, since it had only been a fraction of my total life.

    “You would need to consult an expert, but once things start getting pulled through, everything in the Material bubble tends to get pulled along as well. And you get a Cascade where the denser objects just fall right on through. Some say that instead of layers existence is a circle as on the other side of chaos new bubbles in the Material form, continuing the cycle for all eternity,” Xi said.

    “I was told reality was a cake from one of my seniors,” I said in a joking tone.

    “That is another common interpretation. But no one can go through Chaos and survive,” Xi said.

    “Not even powerful immortals?” I asked out of curiosity, to see what my personal guide would say.

    “There are always exceptions that prove the rule. Unfortunately, I am not qualified to understand such things. I am merely a personal guide.” Another chime went out. “And that is it.”

    “Already, that was smooth,” I replied and got up and then felt a bit dizzy. My entire body suddenly hurt and I collapsed back in my chair.

    “Please take this moment to recover. Focus on breathing,” it was hard to focus. I felt like my body was being ripped in two. My soul was trying to pull away from me. The cultivation organ that linked by physical body and soul felt like it was going to rip out of my body.

    “What…what is this?” I gasped out. I felt like my body was trying to pull itself apart. Each breath was a struggle.

    “That is the pain from the lack of energy,” I glared up at Xi, but he merely splayed his hands to the side indicating that he had nothing to do with what was happening. “The link between your soul and the Astral Plane has been greatly stretched. The process to draw energy to reinforce your body is that much harder.” I knew that would happen, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

    I tried raising up an arm or speaking, but it was a struggle. Before I could feel every movement of my body. I could feel each and every breath. The pulse of my heart. I felt super human. Now, all that was out of my reach. I felt like I just needed to stretch some more to be able to reconnect and it would be fine, but it wasn’t.

    Slowly, I got my breathing under control. “That was worse than I had read about,” I muttered. My entire body hurt, but there was no constant tearing feeling beneath my skin. I focused on my cultivation, and it was like looking at it through a foggy glass.

    “Take your time. We will be remaining here for quite a while, and the adjustment process can take time to get used to,” Xi said.

    “That was terrible, and everyone has to go through this?” I asked.

    “For cultivators who draw energy and use their soul as a cultivation medium, then yes. The connection to the Astral Plane is much farther away. Your body doesn’t have as much energy as before. There is a small trickle. The feeling should pass,” Xi said and I mustered a glare in his direction. I tried to lift myself up, but I felt so weak. My vision was beginning to go blurry.

    I collapsed back into my chair. “You are handling the process quite well. Higher level cultivators struggle much more than you,” Xi said. I ignored him and focused on my breathing. One breath, two breaths. Minutes went by as I continued to struggle to adjust, but it was slowly getting better.

    At least I was no longer stuck with a child’s body. I would have felt even more helpless then. I slowly pushed myself onto my unsteady feet. “Well done,” Xi said and I couldn’t muster the strength to send a glare their way.

    “Whenever you are ready to depart, please let me know.” I walked about the room I had been seated in. Occasionally my muscles would tremble, but I was slowly regaining control. I felt tired in a way that I hadn’t for a long time.

    I went over and had some of the finger woods that were laid out. A leaf wrapped piece of meat was quite delicious. After eating a couple and having some water, I felt much more grounded, even if I still felt incredibly weak.

    “I am ready,” I replied. Xi nodded and we left the cylinder ship. Exiting onto the walkway, we were in another structure, but it looked a lot more worn down compared to the super tower we had departed from and the massive cylinder ship.

    “Drop Off Point Number Five is divided into three sections. The lowest section here is the docking station and external entry point. There are several shops around the outer edge of the docking ring,” Xi pointed out. Most of the shops were shuttered and closed. The few that were open had trash littered on the outside and there was graffiti with random symbols.

    “This place seems…quite messy?” I tried to find the right word. Xi nodded at this.

    “Well, it isn’t a very popular destination for cultivators. It isn’t often a connection is made. The above the docking area is the habitation and environmental level. Your fee there has been paid for one cycle. Above that is the defense level of this Drop Off Point.” I followed Xi as he led me to an elevator. I only saw a couple of other people lingering about. I got some stares, but everyone kept to themselves.

    “Crime isn’t a problem here?” I asked as the elevator began to ascend.

    “Criminals are cast out. A fate worse than death for many.” That brought up the most important question.

    “What is outside?” I asked.

    “That changes on a daily basis. The outpost is untethered, like all outposts.” The elevator shook slightly and then let out a ding. The lighting flickered slightly. The difference between this place and the inner portions of the Forever City was like night and day. It didn’t escape my notice that there was no one else getting off the cylinder ship.

    The elevator opened. The habitation level was a circular design, where there was a vertical structure in the middle. There was trash littered about. “And you are room 238.” We made our way up a set of stairs and then to the room. Xi opened the door and there was a smell.

    “You have bed, a water allotment. Beyond that everything requires that you make purchases. Your return trip is already paid for, you just need to show up just before departure to return to the Forever City. Good luck,” Xi said. Before I could ask anything else they had quickly run off. I was too tired to go after them and ask more questions.

    The moment I was off the cylinder ship and had seen what a trash heap this place was, I was rushed along. “Fresh blood?” I turned to look at a run down older looking man. Half his beard was burnt off and he was missing one eyebrow. Instead of an eyebrow he had a horizontal scar in its place. His nose was slightly twisted as well.

    It was a bit of a shock to see someone in such a state. In the Forever City, the ugly beings hid under cloaks for the most part. “I am new, my name is Yuan Zhou,” I replied.

    “Well, I am your neighbor, 237.” He pointed at the room next to mine and then shuffled towards me with a limp. “Not often we get someone fancy coming out here from the Forever City. You can call me Hans. Used to be longer and more pretentious, but after a while here, you tend to let useless things go.”

    “I wasn’t expecting a warm reception,” I replied. It was honestly surprising. From my time in the Forever City, only Rhiza came to mind as a person who went out of their way to talk to others.

    “Mostly quiet around here. And if you die, I will be cleaning out your room. I handle cleaning around this place,” Hans said.

    “I will try not to die,” I replied, and he chuckled like that was a joke.

    “Grab the key card out of the door, that the guy left. That is your access pass around this place. Don’t lose it. You can’t afford a replacement,” Hans said. I took the key card out of the door that Xi had left and it slid shut with a click. “Now follow me. I will show you where you can get the slop.” I followed Hans as he limped away.

    “I am surprised the Forever City has let this place fall apart,” I replied.

    “No one comes here. Cultivators don’t know how things work and are weak. But occasionally a group passes through. And there is always the chance that something valuable falls our way,” Hans replied. We went back to the first level of the residential area and then into the center structure.

    “Swipe your key card as well. You will get yelled at if you follow others around,” Hans said, and I swiped the key card through a reader on the side. The entire structure shook slightly.

    “Should I be worried about that?” I asked as we entered a dining area.

    “That happens all the time. We don’t have fancy arrays and formations like they do in the Firmament. All the protection is mechanical here, none of that fancy smancy energy. Grab a bowl, and get some goo. We have orange and green. The orange tastes better, but you can switch if you want variety,” Hans explained. I followed him and picked up a bowl from a rack and a spoon and followed him, getting some goo from a dispenser.

    We then sat down. I tried a mouthful of the orange goo. It tasted terrible. “Keeps you alive,” Hans said when he saw my face. “Nothing else here.”

    “There aren’t imports from the Forever City?” I asked.

    “We do get supplies, but not much. This place is only hoping if word is sent back amount nearby material that can be grabbed. For the most part it is empty around here. Only me and a couple other long-term staff. So, who did you piss off?” Hans asked.

    “No one,” I replied, and he gave me a weird look. “I came here for other reasons and to go out there and find useful things,” I waved my hand off to one side. Hans just shook his head.

    “Well good luck with that. No one likes to come out here.”

    “But aren’t there shops?” I asked.

    “When this place is busy, but that only happens once every couple thousand of cycles, if something of interest comes up nearby. How’s the goop?” Hans asked.

    “Like an orange mixed with old cheese,” I said, and he laughed.

    “Well eat up.” I forced myself to eat. “No more of your fancy food here. Leave your bowl in the recycler, over there. It will get cleaned eventually.” Hans got up and I followed him. I would not turn away a person who was willing to explain things to me.

    This place was much different than how I imagined. “Factions don’t send anyone here?” I asked.

    “Better to send people out into the Firmament or other tasks. This place is only maintained to protect the Forever City from surprises. The outposts are supposedly arranged in such a way to detect anything headed towards the Forever City from this layer. Not that anything like that has ever happened.”

    I followed Hans to the elevator which we took back down. “Credits aren’t used here? Energy bars?” I asked.

    “Depends. Your stay is paid up, but you can do tasks to stay longer. The walls can always use a scrub. Most of the people here, are escaping justice from the Forever City. A great hiding place, if you can get here in the first place,” Hans explained. The elevator let out a ding and opened.

    “What about you?” I asked.

    “Long term contract. Also my mechanical parts would struggle if I headed down. But you don’t need to hear my backstory. Let’s take a look at the outside. Got to see what is happening,” Hans said.

    “No body modifications?” I asked in surprise. They were quite common among the working and lower classes in the Forever City.

    “Again, no arrays or formations. Ah here, the exit portal.” We stopped in front of two large metal doors. Hans slid his key card into a slot, and it opened up. I followed after him through the airlock to the far door. The one behind us slid closed and I heard locks click into place. I was slightly worried right now.

    “See the display to the side. All green, except temperature. Its yellow, which means a bit too hot or cold, but survivable.” There were different lines labeled monsters, atmosphere, ground, gravity, and so on.

    “Are they often green?” I asked.

    “Attempts are made to keep things green.” Hans slid his keycard into a slot near the door and it slid open. I was hit by a blast of hot air. There was a lot of sand outside and floating balls of flame in the distance.

    “What is all that?” I asked.

    “Just a sand biome. Pretty common with how often things get shredded. Probably a star Cascading through, hence the balls of fire. You can stick your head out, but don’t step out,” Hans said. I did so. The outpost was made of reflective metal on the outside. Looking up at the sky, I felt a sense of vertigo and stumbled back.

    “What is that!?” I asked in surprise and Hans took a look out.

    “Oh a water biome is moving through. Going to get wet for a while. Hope we don’t get any leaks, but at least we can refresh our reserves,” he said after taking a look out himself at the ocean high up in the sky. “The worst are the high pressure gas biomes that occasionally come through. Void is fine, but high pressure toxic gas is the worst when there is a breach in the defenses.”

    I shakily stepped back and Hans removed his keycard. The doors shut. It didn’t escape my notice that there was no card reader on the outside. “How do you get back in?” I asked and Hans chuckled.

    “You don’t. Once you leave, you are on your own. Well, there are basic communicators you can get, but they struggle to get through the armor. And finding your way around can be a nightmare. That’s why most people explore the Firmament instead and live in their bubbles,” Hans explained. The outer door shut, and we made our way back to the inner one.

    I brushed sand off my clothes. “But aren’t there people or beings to trade out there with?” I asked.

    “Sure, if you can make it to them. Cylinder Ships can go through the Astral Plane to travel about faster, but up here, well you have to travel across that hellscape, and good luck not dying,” Hans replied as he led me towards a store.

    “Smith,” he shouted.

    “What?” a younger looking man with a huge bushy beard stepped out. “Oh we have someone new around this place,” Smith said.

    “Hello, I am Yuan Zhou,” I introduced myself and gave a bow.

    “Smith. General outfitter. So, fortune hunter, exil
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      Chapter 82 – Leaving Into The Unknown
      March 5

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      I double checked my one spatial ring I had that worked. It had been downgraded to a small room in terms of size, but it was more than enough to store the solid energy bars that had been packed away for trade and a variety of equipment that wasn’t based on arrays or formations.

      Speaking to the man named Smith I had spent the last cycle learning about the equipment I would needed to survive. The two main things were keeping an atmosphere to breathe and the right temperature.

      While material science might not be the strongest point of cultivation society, they were still incredibly far ahead of what I vaguely remembered about Earth. Supposedly the suit was rated up to one standard star. No idea what a standard star equated to, but that was what the suit was rated for. And it was a complete environmental enclosure. The power for everything came from battery packs, where the life span was measured in cycles, so quite a long time.

      The most expensive piece of equipment I had purchased was a small hover craft. It was big enough to have the cockpit, a storage area that could be accessed from outside in the back, and multiple power reactors. While I could address the basic technical issues, any serious problems, I would be completely out of my depth. Like a car, I knew how to replace the fluids, but had no chance at rebuilding the engine or drive train.

      Besides learning how to use the equipment, the rest of my time was spent working on my cultivation and getting used to being weak once again. I never felt strong, but now, I felt weaker than ever. I had gotten used to the feeling over time, but it was rough. Like there was something missing.

      I had eventually felt a small trickle of energy. Calling it a trickle would have been too much, but a drop every once and a while, fueling my cultivation, and my body so it all didn’t completely collapse. It was like trying to suck up an ocean through a pump, but there was only a small dried out pond. My capacity was much larger for energy compared to what was available.

      No internal structures had been built to process the non-existent energy. I could barely see force acting upon the world. It was a struggle to progress in my cultivation. The longer I stayed here the more I realized that I was abandoned by Qiang You. Well, more like an investment he had gotten what he wanted and didn’t expect anything more from me.

      The list he had given me was a statement saying that I wasn’t to come back unless I was ready to pay back my debts. I couldn’t stay at this outpost. It was a place to die, not a place to thrive. The threat of a Temporal Hunter could be real, or it might not be. The outcome was the same, banishing me from cultivation society so I wouldn’t be his headache anymore. That was why I focused a lot of time on the equipment I would need to survive and travel.

      “Smith,” I greeted the man. He gave me a nod. It didn’t escape my notice that the people’s names here weren’t in the style of the rest of the Forever City and their cultivation society. I had asked and he had traveled here from another society he didn’t want to talk about and was hired to do various tasks in the outpost. I didn’t blame him for not sharing. We all had a past, and I could see him wanting to leave his behind.

      “Zhou, another lesson?” he asked, and I shook my head. I had enough understanding of the basics of how my equipment worked that I wouldn’t be completely helpless if something broke down. I didn’t learn the fundamentals but knew the general purpose of the parts and how to replace them. Like knowing how to replace a fuse, but not understanding how electricity works.

      While I had learned how cultivation technology worked from Bones over the years we were togeather, that was completely separate from the principals that all this equipment worked on. There was no direct background energy to power source conversion.

      “I am planning on leaving tomorrow. I have all the equipment I need, and know enough about how to repair it,” I replied, and he set down the small force projector he was repairing and looked at me. I knew he was thinking about how this was it. Once I left the doors would close behind me and wouldn’t be opened unless there was something major to recover outside the outpost.

      “Well, I will miss a paying customer, but I understand.” I waited since Smith knew what I wanted. He let out a sigh and slowly got up from where he was sitting. “You know I am not going to trade it.”

      “And you aren’t going to get a better offer,” I replied. It felt good to stretch my bartering instincts once again. I pulled out five energy bars from my spatial ring and set them on a table to the side. I knew he wanted them.

      They weren’t regular energy bars that were common down in the Forever City. They were specifically made to last up here in the Mechanical Layer and not break apart. Each of them was worth around 10,000 credits. It was a large portion of the wealth I had brought along with me, but I needed the item Smith had.

      “Seven,” he finally said, and I shook my head. That was way too much. What he had was incredibly valuable, but I would be crippled financially if I traded anymore. I had already reached my bottom line.

      “Five is my limit like I said before. You have been here a long time and no one has made an offer. And you aren’t going to get another one in a long time if ever,” I countered.

      “I have gotten offers, but not enough,” he said. I inclined my head slightly at that, not wanting to argue with him. There was a silence between us, and he was looking at the energy bars I had laid out. That much would see his personal wealth increase quite a bit.

      “Well I have clearly offered the most out of the people who have passed through. If you aren’t going to take my deal, then I will be off,” I said and lifted up one of the energy bars to put it back away in my spatial ring.

      “Fine! You drive a hard bargain, five it is,” Steve said. I paused and set the energy bar back down on the table next to me. “Give me a moment.” Steve went into a back room while I patiently waited. I didn’t trust in his good nature, but violence in the outpost was something that was heavily punished.

      Any crime was basically a death sentence. Since everyone here had to live togeather long term and depended on the Forever City for supplies and support, it was in all their interests to not create trouble. If there was a mess, this placed would be cleaned up without hesitation, and the beings here replaced.

      There were ancient stories of such things happening that had become myth, but no one doubted them. While the Forever City might seem distant, these outposts exists under its protection.

      Steve came back with a hand sized box and held it out towards me. “A compact energy wave compass.” It was made out of stylized blue and gold metal, like nothing else in the outpost. It was not technology from the Forever City or made by any cultivator. It was made by another super organization. Steve had no idea which one, but it was designed to work on the Mechanical Layer.

      If it was taken into the Firmament it would explode due to how sensitive it was. Steve had showed me the device after I had taken to learning repair work and listed out its value for someone like me. It detected waste energy.

      While it was called a compass, it was really an astrolabe. Three rings connected on axis points, each one getting smaller than the next. This allowed the rings to spin. Inside each ring were incredibly tiny components and there was a hologram in the middle of the rings that gave a better visual display.

      The actual function of the compact wave compass was a detector. It would lock onto waste energy that rippled outwards. It could also be adjusted to ignore certain sources of energy to a limited extent. It was a way to find other things out there. The biggest downside was that it locked onto waste energy, nothing else.

      I took the device from Steve and watched as the rings spun around and the display in the center indicated a direction down and off to my right. It was the downwards angle that was interesting. There was even a small bar in the display indicating relative strength, with the amount being used for comparison adjustable.

      With this I wouldn’t just be running around hopelessly in the utter expanse of nothingness. I closed the case up. “Good luck out there,” Steve said as he pocketed the energy bars.

      “Thanks. With this, I should hopefully find something,” I said.

      “Well the hover car you have has the best deflectors and spatial compressors that could be managed. I shudder to think about walking anywhere. Better to just kill yourself,” Steve said with a shudder. I winced at the thought.

      It was easy to think of the Mechanical Layer as a bubble of existence like the Forever City or the continent I grew up on. But it was a layer of reality. It extended infinitely in all spatial directions. Even with all the time I had spent running around the Forever City, there were multiple ways to get around and it ultimately wasn’t that large, even if the area was larger than the surfaces of several Earths.

      It could still be transversed in time periods measuring years by just running around. But a layer was infinite. The outpost existed in a bubble of reality, but it was less defined unlike the bubble that held the Forever City.

      What this meant was that stuff outside came in and fell out. The biggest issue was the space between things. The distance between the Forever City and the continent was massive, hence the cylinder ships that were used and going through the Astral Plane to avoid traveling through the Firmament.

      Due to the various conflicts, balance between solid matter and energy, anything outside the bubbles of reality and civilization was a nightmare throughout the Firmament. That was why cylinder ships traveled through the astral plane. The vast majority of it was empty. What matter there was tended to break down. Almost nothing lived there due to the threats coming from Chaos. Finally, there was a lot of ambient energy.

      It made it the perfect layer for travel, while protected bubbles in the Firmament balanced the need for safety and energy. And with an infinite timeframe, the successful civilizations apparently had a similar scheme as well with variations. But the core premise still existed of what layers were used for.

      The Mechanical Layer was the great filter for all the trash getting sucked down to the lower layers. No one knew how stuff naturally moved between layers, or at least the people I had talked to. The underlying physics was kept secret or wasn’t common language. Regardless, the Firmament was a much more intense place in terms of competition between super-organizations.

      It was viewed as the best environment to be in. While the further one went from that layer, the bigger a trash heap it was viewed as. Chaos was too wild and dangerous. With rules governing reality, only being suggestions. In the opposite direction, the Material was viewed as poor, since there was no energy. That basis for all super-organizations.

      “Thanks Steve, for everything,” I said with a smile. It had been nice to interact with an actual person who wasn’t completely crazy.

      “Good luck, Yuan Zhou. Hope you find valuable items and make it back,” he said. It was amusing in a way that I still had a route back to the continent. My return trips had been paid for. But once I left the outpost, I would be completely cut off unless I found a way back on my own. This was a brand new start.

      I reached the airlock and got in the hover craft. The outer doors opened and there was a swirl of sand. I set off through them and they closed behind me. There was no way back now. The doors could only be opened from the inside. I was truly on my own, flying off into the unknown.

      Picking a direction away from the outpost, I began to put distance between us. The hovercraft shook occasionally, but the intense winds and sand did nothing. After an hour of traveling, the sand disappeared and there was a big area of nothing, the view was amazing.

      In the distance I could see burning light, water, dirt, ground, gases, everything was swirling about. I took a moment to appreciate the view. Out of everything I had seen so far, this was the most impressive. The Forever City while impressive had left a sour note in mind. It was a place of death and overpowered cultivators. Where everything was claimed by the super rich and powerful immortals.

      Looking out in the far distance, it truly made me appreciate how vast everything was. Also the pretty colors were mesmerizing. The empty space was clearly shifting. I had been warned that gravity was in flux as well. The physical laws were breaking down on this layer, which was why things were such a mess.

      There were clumps of matter, gases, but no stars or planets. Just a continual area of stuff all jumbled up togeather. I pulled out the astrolabe, searching for other sources of energy. It easily pinpointed the outpost. The outpost stabilized itself on a patch of hard ground, to provide an area to work off of, if there was ever something valuable that landed nearby. Like a tiny net in a large ocean hoping to catch a fish, but not a shark.

      There was nothing else that I could pick up. I set off, staying in the empty areas. While there weren’t many things that survived here, some creatures did live in the Mechanical Layer. Having a visual was important in my mind. Also, the hover craft I was in wasn’t super durable. If went through clouds of matter, I could run into something.

      It was freeing in a way that I hadn’t realized to be truly gone from the Forever City. While my path back was cut, I had no complaints. It might have been the dream retirement home for immortal cultivators, but I had found it quite stifling. There was almost no room for upward mobility. The immortals had no qualms about exploiting those weaker than them.

      The worst part was, that the immortals themselves were being exploited by stronger immortals. A chain of exploitation all the way up. It made me wonder what was at the very top of the power pyramid. There were super organizations, but were there ultra powerful mega organizations after that? I chuckled to myself as I sailed through the amazing Mechanical Layer. For such a rigid name, it was a lot more interesting than the Astral Plane.

      That had been a constant rainbow vomit, but here I could make out actual objects. Like there was a shattered planet in the distance. Now it was covered by a wave of gas. A chunk of rock flew by and the hover craft moved itself out of the way. The more I looked, I also noted that light itself curved in weird ways occasionally, or that there was the occasional burst of light, possibly an explosion.

      Was matter itself breaking down? That could be the case. I knew my hover craft was secure for traveling. Just like the outpost, it was designed in such a way that it wouldn’t just break apart. There was nothing living outside the hover craft as far as I could tell. This type of chaotic environment would not be conducive to life.

      I checked the astrolabe again for any energy readings. Only the outpost showed up. That was frustrating, but not surprising. This place was infinite after all. While there was a number that showed my speed, distance was not a set thing, only relative position to an object.

      That was why there was no map. And since cultivators were dependent on energy, techniques would be limited as well. That meant depending on technology like this hover craft and the compass I had. While there were probably a few cultivators that were interested in technology, it was probably viewed as a dead end for the most part, since technology had to be redesigned for the lower layers, and working out the use of energy would be superior in a fight and for survival.

      One wouldn’t be a cultivator if they focused on machines to increase their strength. That would be one of the other super-organizations that existed out here. The fact that the Forever City had a path to the different layers was a testament to its strength. Most other super organizations did not have such a convenient and well protected path.

      I had to give the Forever City that much credit. While it was a horrible place, its level of development was impressive, especially if you were part of the ruling caste. I guess that was why the rulers set the city up the way they had. The purpose was to create a stable environment, maximize returns, and slowly accumulate strength.

      That was the way of an immortal cultivator, to wait for stuff to come to them by creating an environment where resources would flow back to them. The idea was like a gold rush. Only a few people would find gold and get rich, but the people who sold the shovels would have an enduring source of wealth they could rely on. That worked out great if you were the one selling the shovels. Not so great if you were the person trying to dig out gold like me.

      A day passed, and then another, but nothing showed up. I could still see the outpost on the astrolabe’s display. After ten days of traveling, the energy signature from the outpost finally disappeared. The food was horrible processed recycled goop. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.

      Twenty days since I had left, no sign of any energy signatures. I spent my time looking out the front and side windows of the hovercraft, trying to spot anything as I stuck to the clear areas. The view never got old. After the endless yellow toxic gas of the Forever City and its gray buildings, this was a breath of fresh air that I had desperately needed.

      Thirty days after I had departed the outpost, things continued to be the same. While the view constantly changed, it was getting slightly old. But still I kept watch for anything that might not have energy, but be interesting to stop and take a look at. I had started focusing back on my cultivation since there was nothing much else to do. At least it was better than being stuck in a box for years and years at a time trying to get stronger.

      I could feel the slight trickle of energy coming into my body. I had less to work with, but that didn’t mean I needed to be inefficient with it. I slowly saved up the energy my body drew through the layers. My body was like a dry sponge, desperately starved for energy. I felt weak and tired from the lack of energy, but that was to be expected.

      Forty days went by, and I had become a statue, only moving to handle my physical needs occasionally. The hover craft was quite small. Only a cockpit, back living area, and a tiny airlock out the back. One person could fit alright, two people would be cramped but possible.

      With the recycling systems on board, my mind and body would wear out before the hover craft did. The power source fueling it, would keep going for a long time. Cultivators preferred things that lasted a very long time. Unlike my distant life on Earth where things had a planned end use date. Cultivators wanted things that would work forever, otherwise what was the point of building them in the first place?

      I suspected that was a reason why guns were so unpopular. It was seen as a one-time expense. Sure, you would have a powerful attack, but there was probably a deep routed cultural stigma that I had pissed over the years. Having something last a year, let alone thousands was not something that was considered unless you lived for that long. No immortal would want to go shopping every couple of millennia.

      Too bad warranty sales or insurance weren’t a thing. But no one would want that kind of long-term risk and no one would pay out an ongoing fee. If stuff was destroyed it was really destroyed, but paying out a fee of some kind was seen as a waste of money. It was a shame, since that would have been a great way to make money, but it just wasn’t possible for insurance to work without some kind of regulatory framework.
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