AIR Chapter 191

Chapter 191

One of the key rules of Lynoria was no violence. It was the biggest appeal to a lot of the people who traveled and traded here. But it wasn’t an absolute rule, you could request a duel or a spar. 

I walked through the center of Lynoria, the gathering grounds of existence. The place reeked of both demons and angels, righteous cultivators and those that walked the demonic path. This was all within a realm, all within physical space. 

Floating above the city, I couldn’t see its end. I could see the edges of the universe within Ah-Marin . But here, I couldn’t see the end of the city beneath me. I had been to the Endless City, the celestial realm of the Silver King, and it was very much like this. An endless city with endless paths going everywhere and up. 

It wasn’t just a physical space. This world was stronger, the laws were strong and the world could God-Imperiums without strain. That meant that the physical laws themselves were alive. I could feel the gravity of this place letting me go, allowing me to float. If it wanted to, this world could ground me with a mere thought. 

Lynoria had a will of her own, a will built by the combined traits of the three that ruled it. 

I stepped down onto the ground and started walking, aimlessly at first. 

I saw stall after stall, building after building, selling all manner of things. There were restaurants, weapon shops, alchemists, and all the other stuff you’d expect, but there were also other places. There were churches, shrines, gatherings, debates, gymnasiums, sparring courts. Anything that could be sold without breaking Lynoria’s rules was sold. 

I saw an eldritch creature running a restaurant, selling small flayed fruits and chaos insects. The fruits seemed to scream as he flayed them, and while they definitely weren’t alive, they contained something, the essence of pain. The being itself was impossible to describe and would break any mortal’s mind with a mere glance. 

“Fresh suffering and pain with a side of madness, two twelfth rank spirit stones please and thank you. All imported dead from the chaos woods and screaming forest, have a bite and have a lot.”

I saw a demonic cultivator buy a plate and he was served skewers on his plate, with the plants and insects skewered on top of one another. 

He put down the spirit stones and took a bite, standing at the side of the stand and waving his hands at his mouth as if he was eating something spicy. 

“Where are these from?” The demonic cultivator asked.

“Straight from the Hells, though the fruit is from the lower regions of the Cosmic Forest, the part that connects to the Hells,” the eldritch creature answered. 

I walked away, shaking off the feeling the creature had given me. 

“Fifteen ninth rank spirit stones and not a single more!” Someone yelled. 

“Absolute robbery!” Somebody else replied. 

Merchants haggling with one another. I wonder who’s dao of greed or dao of manipulation would win this argument. 

I walked away. 

One of the reasons for Lynoria’s size was that it made it almost impossible to follow people. It was hard to track somebody through the void, but it was possible. 

In Lynoria though, that changed. The place helped you not be followed if that was what you wanted. It prevented tracking skills. Vengeance would have to wait until you were on the outside and even then, those stone statues prevented any major violence on its borders as well. 

But it also worked in another direction. If you set your mind to what you wanted and walked forward on its center city streets, you would find it. 

And find it I did. 

My feet led me to a building with an old wooden sign hanging from the top of it.

Old Faiser’s Splitting Techniques. 

Underneath the name was a sentence. 

It’s the best in Lynoria, or at least the best you can afford! (Ninth to Fourteenth ranks welcome.)

Ninth ranks? I guess he liked to build up customership young? They come to him at the ninth, then at the tenth, then all the way to the fourteenth? It was a great business idea but it did require a lot of work. 

I took out my Tome and scribbled in it.

Is this the best place to get a technique? 

Yes, it replied. 

At least it would reply to that question.

I still didn’t know the rules to this thing, but it refused me techniques and it refused me a lot of other information, but it would supply me with in depth knowledge about certain topics. It wouldn’t give me the program, but it would tell me how to build it. 

But splitting techniques required an understanding of a lot of things far beyond my understanding. 

I looked at the door and pushed my way inside. 

A little bell rang, and a room full of people looked at me. The strange thing was, the room was full of the same person. The same person had split themselves over and over and over again. They’re qi signature was identical, but their looks varied from person to person. 

Some of them were men, others women, some were elves and other dwarves, and a couple were halflings and fey. I even saw a child amongst them. 

And they’re qi, while all the same, was something entirely unique from person to person. Each bit of qi had a minute difference based on the species, gender, age, and nature of the person. Some had different laws attached to them, women had more yin and men had more yang. It was a whole mixture of personhood and there must have been about a thousand of them in total. 

And the shop, while it was big, was entirely empty of anyone else, except us. 

They all blinked and smiled.

“Hello then,” they all spoke. “Welcome to Faiser’s, what can we do for you today?”