Jiuwei, her silver fur gleaming in the dim light of the pocket dimension, stretched languidly, her tiny paws kneading the branch as she yawned. A delicate pink tongue darted out before disappearing back into her mouth.

Tian Hao watched her. There was something surreal about this tiny fox, a creature that had once towered over him, now so small and vulnerable. He found it hard to reconcile the image of her grand, celestial presence with the fluffy creature before him. Despite her attitude, he couldn't help but feel a certain affection for her—something about the way she carried herself, so proud even in this form, endeared her to him. She might have been a powerful spirit beast, but she was also, apparently, a companion now.

She blinked, her golden eyes now clear and alert, and hopped down from the branch, landing gracefully on Tian Hao’s shoulder.

She brushed against his neck, her soft fur a comforting warmth against his skin, before turning her head. Her ears twitched as she sniffed the air, her gaze fixed on a point deeper within the forest.

“Onwards, young one,” she instructed. “Our path lies this way.” She pointed with her delicate nose.

Tian Hao, his body still aching from his recent battles, but his spirit buoyed by the prospect of finally escaping this strange realm, followed Jiuwei’s guidance.

They walked in silence, the only sounds their footsteps crunching on the forest floor and Jiuwei’s occasional whispered instructions.

The forest seemed to shift and change around them. The gnarled trees and twisted roots gradually gave way to a slightly more orderly, less menacing landscape. It was as if the very realm itself was adjusting to no longer being part of Jiuwei’s prison. The energy of the pocket dimension seemed to settle into a more natural rhythm, the shadows less oppressive, the air itself lighter.

He felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility, as though the forest itself were breathing with him. It shifted from something menacing to something almost welcoming, and he couldn't help but marvel at the strange power the little fox seemed to wield.

The air seemed fresher, and with each step, the tension that had wound tightly in his chest slowly began to unravel.

It was almost as if the forest recognized Jiuwei and, in response, decided to accommodate her. The sharp, musky scent of rotting leaves gave way to a fresher, earthier aroma, as if the very ground beneath them was rejuvenating.

The faint rustling in the underbrush transformed from the ominous skittering of unseen dangers into the soothing sound of the natural world.

As they continued, Tian Hao noticed the occasional glimmer of light filtering through the canopy above, dappling the forest floor in soft, ethereal patterns. It was a stark contrast to the foreboding darkness they had faced earlier.

Tian Hao glanced around, taking in the sudden changes. The forest no longer felt like a threat. The shadows had softened, and even the twisted branches seemed to untangle, reaching upward like they were finally breathing after being hunched for centuries.

He snorted, shaking his head. "You know, this place really feels like it’s rolling out the red carpet for you. Trees untwisting, shadows getting all polite. Should I be impressed, or just worried?"

Jiuwei, still perched on his shoulder, flicked her ears with a touch of pride. "It is only natural," she said, her tiny voice laced with amusement. "Though I was imprisoned for centuries, my spiritual energy was never fully contained. It leaked into the surroundings, seeping into the roots, the leaves, even the air itself. This realm knows me—knows my power—and it responds accordingly."

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Tian Hao arched an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his lips. "So you're telling me you basically adopted the entire forest while stuck here? That's... actually kind of impressive." He paused, then added with a chuckle, "Or maybe you're just clingy."

Jiuwei huffed, her tail flicking with indignation. "Call it what you will, young one. But remember, it is my connection that’s keeping this place in check." She gave a soft sniff, her gaze turning forward. "You should be grateful—it means fewer creatures like that little rabbit, trying to devour you."

After what felt like hours of walking, Jiuwei directed Tian Hao towards a narrow clearing. A faint shimmer of energy swirled amidst the trees.

The shimmer was a pulsating distortion of light and color, rippling and shifting like a heat haze. Its edges blurred into the surrounding foliage, giving it an otherworldly quality.

The air within the clearing crackled with a subtle energy, a palpable hum that resonated deep within Tian Hao’s bones. There was something strangely familiar about it, which made him uneasy as he looked forwards towards the edges of the clearing.

He swore he could hear the leaves of the surrounding trees whispering secrets to each other, their voices just out of reach. It was as if the entire realm was waiting for him to act, each rustle and sway in the wind seeming to either encourage or warn him.

“There it is, young one—the 'secret' exit,” Jiuwei said, her tiny paw pointing towards the shimmering distortion, her eyes gleaming as though they could pierce the very fabric of reality. There was a hint of pride in her tone, as though she were presenting a hidden treasure only the worthy could find.

Tian Hao approached cautiously, his wounds aching, every sense now honed in on the swirling energy before him.

He’d learned, through painful experience, that nothing in this realm was as it seemed. Every encounter, every twist of the path, had held hidden dangers and unexpected challenges.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it on the shimmering energy. The surface was cool against his skin, a subtle vibration resonating through his arm.

The sensation was almost alive, a gentle pulse that seemed to match the beat of his own pulse. The energy that flowed beneath his palm was an electric current, a soft hum that buzzed through his bones and set his teeth on edge.

The colors of the distortion shifted in response to his touch, rippling like water, as if acknowledging his presence, inviting him further.

With Jiuwei’s guidance, Tian Hao channeled a small amount of his Qi into the distortion. His movements were clumsy, mirroring the fox’s instructions in his mind, his Qi flowing unevenly as he tried to focus. He could feel the energy pooling at his core before being pushed outwards, a sensation both familiar and unsettling in the presence of the swirling distortion.

The shimmer responded almost immediately, the colors swirling faster, the pulse of light throbbing with a rhythm that matched his stuttering Qi flow. The hum grew louder, resonating through the clearing, the vibration shaking the very air around him. Tian Hao felt a sudden lurch underfoot, his stomach flipping as if he’d missed a step on an unseen stair.

The ground beneath him seemed to dissolve, leaving him disoriented. The world around him twisted and blurred, the once-straight trees bending and contorting as if reflected in a shattered mirror. Each fragment of the world seemed to move independently, shifting in strange, disconnected patterns.

He felt an intense pulling sensation, as if he were being stretched, his body elongated far beyond its limits before being compressed back in on itself. His senses blurred, overwhelmed by the disorienting rush of energy surging through him.

The colors of the distortion swirled faster, the hues blending and merging until they became an almost blinding prismatic white. Tian Hao could barely make out shapes or forms—only the feeling of being carried, propelled through something undetermined space, until finally, it all snapped into place.

Then, just as abruptly as it began, the transition ended.

He found himself back in the same spot where he had originally fallen into the pocket dimension—the clearing where he’d battled the catlike beast. Its not yet decaying corpse lay there, a grisly reminder of his struggles.

He blinked, momentarily disoriented, his mind struggling to adjust to the sudden shift in reality. The abrupt transition back to the mundane from somewhere more fantastical was jarring.

His surroundings were almost painfully normal now. The usual sounds of the forest replaced the whispering leaves and humming, shifting trees. Each mundane detail was more comforting than he’d expected. The fear of this reality was nothing compared to what he’d endured in Jiuwei’s twisted prison.

It was strange how ordinary things, which he had taken for granted, now held a new significance—a reminder that he was truly back.