Entering the Pangu Creation Spirit Pool, a wondrous sensation arose from the milky-white liquid. Pure and mystical energy permeated the skin, coursing through the meridians and blood vessels.

Upon entering the body, every gene cell and bone experienced a joyful excitement, like a child returned to the maternal body after years away—an inexpressible thrill accompanied by throbbing palpitations.

Ye Chen felt his entire body involuntarily writhing, as if countless tiny hammers were pounding and massaging him; the comfort was beyond words.

“Is this the efficacy of the Creation Spirit Pool…” Ye Chen murmured to himself. He could sense that something deep within him was rapidly transforming, as if certain special elements within his cellular genes were being squeezed out.

Ye Chen submerged his body completely into the Creation Spirit Pool, sitting cross-legged within it, entirely immersed in the spring water. At his current level, he didn't even require an oxygen supply; his physical functions remained unaffected because the divine power within him was rich with highly concentrated oxygen.

As long as the divine power did not deplete, his body would never suffocate from lack of air.

Time flowed…

Ye Chen’s body continued to undergo rapid changes, yet his state of mind gradually settled. He observed the transformations happening to him as if watching another person’s body, remaining utterly unmoved.

“I wonder when this will end…” Ye Chen thought inwardly. He didn't waste his focus and immediately circulated the Ancestral Dragon Secret Manual within him, rapidly refining and digesting the energy centered on his heart.

While refining the heart energy to swiftly enhance his physique, Ye Chen pondered his various secret manuals. The Blind Heaven Manual had already reached its peak, capable of amplifying combat power by a hundredfold. Further study would only lead to greater proficiency, not a qualitative leap.

Ye Chen thought of the Nine Palaces Manual. A bold idea suddenly flashed through his mind: “The Nine Palaces Manual was created casually by an Emperor of the Yan God Empire countless years ago while observing his palace, yet it possesses such power. With my current state of mind, could I perhaps create a manual too?”

The thought sent his heart pounding, filled with an uncontrollable surge of excitement.

“Back on Earth, there were certainly extraordinary talents capable of self-creating manuals. Techniques like Tai Chi and Xing Yi Quan could each boost one's combat power by one or two times, even four or five times. A Tai Chi Grandmaster could stand against seven or eight trained soldiers barehanded!”

“With my current abilities, I should be able to create one as well.”

Ye Chen meditated for a while, then ceased hesitating. He swiftly quieted his mind to achieve the state of 'Mind Wandering in the Vast Void' (). This state, recorded in Earth’s Daoist secret manuals, was a level of profound contemplation, similar to the various tiers described in Western meditation—initial meditation, deep meditation, the state of ego death, and so on.

Upon entering the Vast Void, Ye Chen lost all sense of his physical body. His consciousness felt as though it were soaring through the boundless cosmos, unconstrained and free to observe.

A great person once said that where the footsteps cannot reach, the gaze can; and where the gaze cannot reach, the spirit can.

At this moment, Ye Chen’s spirit was completely immersed in a peculiar state. Past scenes he had witnessed replayed in his memory like a film…

Being born, learning to speak, to walk…

Elementary school, middle school, university…

Surviving the apocalypse, arriving in the ancient times, the struggle along the way…

While this seemed short, every detail of his life now replayed before his eyes. He observed quietly, seeing his past anew, and different feelings arose in his heart.

Wind, thunder, rain, light, darkness…

Flora and fauna, the changing of the seasons…

Flowers blooming and fading, life and death…

All these images played in his mind, his insights accumulating bit by bit, increasing slowly, utterly unaware of the passage of time…

Ye Chen felt these things silently, as if trying to capture something within them.

As he contemplated, the Ancestral Dragon Secret Manual within his body continued to operate automatically. The energy within his heart flowed slowly, constantly being refined, turning into sustenance for his physical enhancement.

While Ye Chen cultivated with closed eyes, he failed to notice a faint light briefly flicker within a hidden inner pocket of the clothes he had discarded beside the Creation Spirit Pool. Immediately following this, a small, fluffy snow leopard-like rabbit crawled out.

Xiao Baitou emerged, its large, dark eyes blinking rapidly. It glanced left and right, realizing no one was around, and seemed slightly puzzled. It tilted its head in thought for a moment before shaking its small head, dismissing the complex query, and fixing its gaze upon the Creation Spirit Pool before it.

Fragrant!

Its nose twitched, and its eyes brightened slightly. Its plump, soft little body took a few careful steps to the edge of the pool. Then, with a hint of cautious probing, it extended a forelimb toward the spring water.

The sensation was cool!

It let out a comfortable moan, its eyes narrowing and the corners of its mouth curving up, seemingly experiencing an ineffable pleasure. After savoring the feeling for a moment, it lowered its head, its eyes glowing with intense desire. Its small body slowly crawled into the Creation Spirit Pool. Its pristine white fur instantly became soaked, and its tiny body floated on the surface, paddling around like a little puppy playing.

If anyone were present, they would be stunned to see that the thin layer of mist-like vapor hovering over the entire Creation Spirit Pool was rapidly converging toward the little rabbit’s body, as if its small form were a giant black hole, continuously devouring everything nearby.

…

“The changing of the seasons…”

“A plant’s cycle—this is the way of life and death.”

Understanding dawned on Ye Chen. Sunrises and sunsets, towering mountains and flowing water—these were all the laws of nature, belonging to the Divine Realm. Phenomena like ironwood blooming or stones sprouting were aspects of the ‘way of life,’ a skill high-level deities must master.

Ye Chen unconsciously furrowed his brow, pondering the many insights filling his mind. Just then, a flash of inspiration struck him, recalling the time Shao Hao took him to the Moster Building not long ago.

Standing on the observation deck…

Boundless!

The beauty of the entire city was laid out below, a vista impossible to see from any other location—all because of… the angle!

Angle!

Ye Chen felt as if he had grasped a thread of inspiration, and his eyes shone with a fiery light as he frantically explored this concept in his mind.

What is it? What is it? What exactly is it!!

He thought desperately, and suddenly a spark of understanding ignited: “Everything, every technique, requires an angle! If the angle is wrong, both attack power and defense are greatly diminished.”

“The so-called angle is the line cutting into the target.”

“There are curved angles, right angles, and various other directional angles.”

Ye Chen felt a sense of breakthrough, as if the clouds were parting to reveal the moon. “It’s like a spear. Its most vulnerable spot is about six to eight millimeters below where the tip is forged onto the shaft—this area, due to the vibration created during the forging process of the tip and shaft, becomes the weakest point!”

“If a person mistakenly believes the weakest point is where the tip and shaft are welded, they are completely wrong, because the metal at the weld is the most tightly bonded—unless the forging technique is extremely poor or the product was rushed.”

“In the end, it all comes down to the angle!”

A slight smile touched Ye Chen’s lips. “If the angle is correct, one can strike precisely at the vital point with a single blow!”

He visualized his intent as a blade held slowly in his hand, waving it while thoughtfully comprehending the trajectory carved by his battle blade.

“This part can be approached like this…”

“This section can be cut into directly; I see, this path is straight…”

His eyes grew brighter, and the battle blade he wielded moved faster and faster.

…

In the Pangu Mountain Range, atop a verdant and clear divine peak, a figure of breathtaking beauty, clad in flowing white robes, sat at the edge of a cliff, gazing into the distance…

There were ethereal clouds and the azure sky.

She gazed for a long time, then bit her lip slightly, slowly lowering her head to look into the bottomless chasm below the cliff. A faint light flickered in her eyes; one could not tell what she was contemplating.

After a long while, she slowly rose and ambled back along the mountain path toward the main hall at the front. Guards near the entrance respectfully announced, “Greetings, Mistress.”

Bai Yijun nodded faintly with an elegant expression and proceeded inside. She rounded an archway in the courtyard, passed through a corridor, and arrived at an ancient, wooden room.

She slowly pushed the door open. Sunlight streamed in from behind her, illuminating the room where fine dust motes drifted in the light beams.

This wooden room was exceptionally spacious, lined with wooden shelves. On every shelf sat a small, exquisitely crafted wooden doll.

She walked over slowly and reached out to touch the dolls, her eyes filled with infinite nostalgia. Upon closer inspection, one would realize that all these dolls represented the same person, but with different expressions—some sorrowful, some cold, some smiling, and so on.

As was her custom, after surveying the collection, she walked to a nearby chair, picked up a piece of uncarved white wood from the table, and took up a small carving knife, beginning to sculpt slowly.

Cut by cut.

She carved the figure etched into her heart onto the wood…

Her fingers were long, delicate, and agile. The speed of her carving was neither fast nor slow, maintaining a quiet rhythm as she slowly etched the form.

During the period Ye Chen was away, whenever she missed him intensely, she would come here, take the collected wood, and carve figures representing him. Each time a wooden sculpture was completed, she felt a sense of intimacy, which soothed the ache of her longing.

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Tragic, my head is heavy. There will be four updates today; if things go well, five updates aren't impossible. Old Gu is pushing himself, staying up all night to finish one chapter, then sleeping soundly to let his brain rest before continuing to write.

Otherwise, maintaining five updates a day will exhaust the few remaining brain cells poor Old Gu possesses.

Also, I beg for recommendation tickets and xxx to give me some motivation to erupt in a frenzy! RO