Mo Yichen fell into deep thought before finally asking, "And how do I enter and exit this dimension?"

Bai Xuan glanced at him before replying, "This void has already fused with your consciousness. Whenever you want to leave, just focus your mind on it and concentrate for a bit. You'll be out in no time."

Mo Yichen's eyes lit up in realization. "Ah! Like a spatial rift?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

Bai Xuan's brows furrowed. "Spatial rift? What nonsense are you spouting? The only spatial tools in this world are spiritual bags."

Mo Yichen stiffened. "Uhh… I mean, yeah! Same thing, same thing! I was totally talking about spiritual bags." He coughed awkwardly, shifting on his feet while avoiding Bai Xuan's scrutinizing gaze.

Actually, spatial rifts weren't common even in the world Mo Yichen—or rather, Li Wei—came from. But they weren't exactly unheard of either. Some people possessed them, and certain artifacts were embedded with spatial abilities.

Take his own crimson jade ring, for example—a high-quality spatial storage device. It has an enormous capacity, but unlike Bai Xuan's dimension, it only stores objects. It functions on vacuum principles, making it impossible for a living being to enter.

The main difference between spiritual bags and spacial rift is their storage capacity. Spiritual bags have limited capacity whereas spacial rifts have unlimited storage capacity.

But this dimension Bai Xuan had just passed onto him… it was on an entirely different level. It was a legendary treasure, unknown to the world. A realm unto itself, where one could freely enter and exit at will. It defied the very rules of heaven and earth, an existence that could incite greed and unimaginable calamity if discovered.

Bai Xuan's gaze lingered on him for a moment, sharp and unreadable, before he turned his back to Mo Yichen.

Without a word, he flicked his wrist, sending two small, old scrolls flying through the air.

Mo Yichen barely caught them in time. "Oi, what—"

"Practice these until you reach the peak of the Qi Stage," Bai Xuan said almost sounding unbothered.

Before Mo Yichen could protest, Bai Xuan's figure flickered and vanished into thin air, leaving him alone in the vast void.

He stared blankly at the spot where the old man had just stood before his eyes narrowed to the two scrolls sitting in his palm.

He carefully unrolled the golden scroll, his eyes immediately catching the grand title emblazoned in shimmering golden letters—The Celestial Harmony Scripture.

He blinked. The script glowed faintly, radiating an ancient aura, as if it contained the whispers of time itself. His fingers traced the delicate strokes of the letters, absorbing their weight.

"Damn…" he muttered under his breath, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

According to the brief preface, this scripture was said to have been left behind by a demigod—someone (only one) who had ascended from the mortal realm itself.

The Celestial Harmony Scripture was a long-lost ancient cultivation manual, but Mo Yichen, who barely knew his ass from his elbow when it came to combat powers, might not fully know its value. All he knew was that it contained a core cultivation technique capable of balancing the opposing forces of Yin and Yang within a cultivator's dantian. And this is what he desperately needed!

Mo Yichen's eyes flashed with intrigue. He couldn't help but mutter, "But how the hell did that crazy old coot know about my qi type?"

After all, he had never mentioned it, and yet Bai Xuan had conveniently handed him a technique that was perfectly suited for him.

He exhaled sharply, feeling the familiar weight of doubt pressing against his mind like a sack of bricks. Ever since their first meeting, he had been wary of Bai Xuan.

A batshit crazy old man who laughed like a hyena on crack and lived in a godforsaken ice cave with that slimy snake demon? Not exactly the kind of person Mo Yichen would willingly trust with his life.

But deep down, he knew one thing—he wasn't getting screwed here. If anything, he was the one coming out with profit.

His lips curled up into a grin. Thank fucking heavens!

Grinning like a kid who just found a stash of candy, he continued reading, the golden faint letters flying toward his forehead. This is one of the tricks he learned as Li Wei back then.

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His body might be like a beginner cultivator but his soul is as firm as the nascent soul stage. After all he was a nascent soul stage alchemist!

As he flipped past the first section, his eyes landed on the next seal.

Soulforge Art.

Mo Yichen's grin faltered for a moment before absorbing its character as well.

Soulforge Art was another ancient technique—one that allowed the cultivator to infuse their spiritual energy into any object, transforming it into an unbreakable weapon.

In simple terms—he could pour his qi into anything, and it would become a sword. A fucking sword.

Mo Yichen's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gave one last glance around the dimension. He had already gotten what he needed. It was time to bounce.

Closing his eyes, he focused.

Exit.

A sudden pull, like being yanked through a vat of molasses, rushed through his body. The next thing he knew—

THUD.

"Ow—fuck me!"

Mo Yichen groaned as he landed face-first onto dry earth. His fingers dug into the ground as he coughed, lifting his head. The soil filled his lungs making him sneeze.

He pushed himself up, blinking as he took in his surroundings.

Everything was rusty orange. Unfamiliar. Towering trees with thick, twisting roots stretched toward the sky, their canopies weaving a deep green ceiling above him. The air felt dry, and the faint chirping of insects echoed through the distance.

Mo Yichen squinted, his brain trying to process where the hell he was. He turned in slow circles, scanning the unfamiliar terrain. His brows furrowed. "What the actual fuck… This isn't where I was before."

When he had entered the snow cave, he had been with Lan Yu. But now.. His eyes narrowed. He stood there, hands on his hips, glaring at the trees like they owed him money. Still mumbling curses, the dull pain on his butt making shed crocodile tears.

Mo Yichen had been wandering around like a headless chicken for what felt like a goddamn eternity. Seriously, this place was like a maze designed by some sadistic asshole who got a kick out of screwing with people.

But finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of aimless trudging, he stumbled upon a small pond. The sun was dipping low on the horizon, painting the water with this sick orange glow that made the whole scene look like something out of a cheesy romance novel.

The surroundings were all brown and crispy, giving an autumn feeling, and the faint cold wind was just the cherry on top.

Mo Yichen, being the autumn fanboy he was, felt like he'd hit the jackpot. This place was a fucking gem! He plopped his butt down by the shore, cross-legged.

Why the hell would he ever leave this place? He had no responsibilities, no deadlines, no naggings. All he had to do was cultivate and break through that Celestial Harmony Core Technique. Life is going to be perfect for a few months.

After eleven days.

The air around the youth seemed to hum with a familiar resonance. A warm, rippling energy surged through his meridians, converging at his forehead like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of his consciousness.

There, a faint crimson flame mark flickered to life, its glow ethereal. The mark pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, each throb sending waves of power cascading through his body.

Around him, the dry leaves of the old forest stirred, caught in an invisible vortex of spiritual energy. They whirled and danced, encircling him in an embrace.

Mo Yichen sat at the center of this maelstrom, his eyes closed, his expression serene. Within the depths of his consciousness, a translucent crystal floated, its surface shimmering like the surface of a tranquil lake under moonlight.

This was no ordinary crystal—it was the core of his spiritual essence, a manifestation of his cultivation base. As he focused his mind, the spiritual energy within him surged forward, pouring into the crystal-like molten gold. The crystal absorbed the energy greedily, its translucent form gradually taking on a faint golden hue.

Mo Yichen's eyes were closed, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, despite the biting cold. His upper body was bare, revealing lean muscles etched with faint scars.

As the final surge of energy settled, the crimson flame mark on his forehead dimmed, finally disappearing. The whirlwind of leaves around him slowed, gently falling to the ground.

Mo Yichen's eyes snapped open, revealing dark, piercing orbs that glimmered with newfound power. A small grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he exhaled sharply, his breath visible in the cold air.

"I finally broke through!" he muttered, his voice tinged with excitement and relief. The words hung in the air, almost swallowed by the vastness of the forest.

He could feel it—the surge of energy coursing through his veins, the subtle yet profound shift in his spiritual core. He had reached the Second Star of the Qi Stage.

For a moment, he simply sat there, savoring the sensation. The world around him seemed sharper, more vivid. The rustling leaves, the distant call of birds, even the faint hum of spiritual energy in the air—it all felt more pronounced as if his senses had been heightened.

With a satisfied grin, Mo Yichen rose to his feet, brushing the dry soil from his pants. The cold wind bit into his bare skin, and he shivered involuntarily, wrapping his arms around himself. Life is tough!! he thought to himself as if remembering he was still half naked.

Mo Yichen stepped into the dimension, the familiar sensation of weightlessness overtook him before his feet landed on ground. His boots sank into damp earth, an unexpected shift from the dry, rocky terrain he had seen the last time.

His brows furrowed.

The vast expanse of bluish-grey sky stretched endlessly above, heavy with swirling mist, but the air was thick and charged with a potent, dense spiritual energy that hadn't been there before. It clung to his skin like an invisible current, sinking into his bones with a comforting warmth.

He took a deep breath.

The energy was so rich, it almost felt tangible, as though he could reach out and grasp it in his hands. The sensation was eerily similar to being inside a very high-grade cultivation chamber.

Mo Yichen's sharp gaze swept across the land.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of green. Turning his head, he saw weeds sprouting stubbornly from the mud. His surprise deepened.

Frowning, he crouched down, fingers brushing against the damp soil. It was moist, teeming with spiritual energy. A faint, earthy scent filled his nostrils, reminding him of his lab.

This soil… it's exactly like the herb garden in my old lab. Or maybe even better?

His breath hitched as excitement surged through him.

Back in his previous life, he had meticulously cultivated a similar environment for growing rare herbs, adjusting soil conditions to maximize spiritual energy absorption.

And now—now he had stumbled upon the perfect foundation for creating a spiritual herb garden in this dimension!