Chapter 20
After sorting out everything within himself, Wei Shiyan finally turned his attention toward his spoils of battle.
He began to check the treasures and resources he had obtained, starting from the loot of the middle-aged man he had killed earlier. The moment the spatial rings spilled their contents before his perception, his eyes momentarily lost their calm. Even for someone like him, who had seen and possessed unimaginable wealth from all his looting, the sheer magnitude of what lay within left him shaken.
He was truly dazzled to the core.
Treasures of every kind glimmered like stars—rare ores, immortal herbs, divine crystals, arcane jade slips containing ancient knowledge, and weapons that radiated frightening auras. The collection was staggering in both quality and quantity. And that was only from the single middle-aged man.
When he explored further, examining the two rings taken from the green-robed cultivator, his astonishment deepened even more. The amount of wealth gathered inside was not simply abundant—it was colossal, almost absurd.
Looking at the treasures from the rings, Wei Shiyan's expression turned strange. For a long moment, he remained silent before finally muttering to himself:
"How can wealth be gathered to this extent…?"
Mountains upon mountains of treasures were stored within the tiny spaces, chains of immeasurable riches piled endlessly. Compared to this, even the great sects and clans of the immortal realms might pale.
But instead of immediate joy, Wei Shiyan felt a problem looming. A single thought pressed on his mind:
Where would he store this wealth?
His current spatial rings, though extraordinary, were not safe enough. For someone at his level, it wasn't about hoarding—it was about security, about control.
As he pondered this, a sudden thought struck him. His gaze sharpened.
"Space Law…"
A faint smile touched his lips.
Yes. He would create a space of his own. Not in the fragile fabric of the outside world, but within this dark chaotic space of his soul, where the energy was violent and absolute. Such a creation would be untouchable by others.
Without hesitation, his figure blurred and disappeared.
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He reappeared at a far, desolate corner of the chaotic expanse inside his soul space. Here, the currents of primal energy twisted endlessly, like storms devouring all that touched them.
Closing his eyes, he recalled an ancient technique buried deep within the particles of knowledge he had recently absorbed—an ancient method for creating a realm.
Not just a pocket space. Not just a vault.
But a foundation upon which an embryonic world could one day be born.
Wei Shiyan's flawless hand lifted into the air. Slowly, deliberately, he began weaving seals.
The first seal pulsed with radiant light, trembling as though struggling to exist within the chaos. The second seal merged into it, layers of complexity forming like the weaving of countless cosmic threads.
Then it began.
Ancient primordial energy stirred, answering his call. The chaos around him roared as if unwilling, yet it was forced to converge. Streams of raw, unshaped essence poured into the seal, and the void itself began to bend under the weight of creation.
The process quickened, becoming a blur of radiant power.
Colors unseen by mortal eyes flared across the emptiness, painting streaks of eternity in the darkness. The seals multiplied, overlapping into a mandala of incomprehensible patterns. The surrounding chaos howled, then collapsed inward, compressed by laws that bound reality itself.
The air warped, folding in upon itself again and again. From the center of his seals, a tiny spark of brilliance was born—fragile, trembling, yet undeniable.
The embryonic core of a realm.
It grew, pulsing with steady rhythm, as if it were alive—like the heartbeat of a newborn. The surrounding chaos fed into it endlessly, streams of primal energy sucked into the core like rivers into an ocean. Slowly, the fragile spark expanded, forming a sphere that shone with faint light.
Within that sphere, embryonic mountains flickered into existence, seas glimmered faintly before collapsing again, and skies momentarily formed before fading.
Wei Shiyan's gaze never wavered. He poured more seals, more primordial force into it. Time lost its meaning.
And then… silence.
Floating before him was a small embryonic realm, no larger than a clenched fist, but carrying within it the potential of boundless growth. Its surface shimmered with chaotic runes, sealing and stabilizing its foundation.
Wei Shiyan stretched out his hand and pressed it against the core. The embryonic realm responded instantly, fusing with him. Now it was his, an extension of his will.
Satisfied, he poured his mountainous wealth inside. The treasures vanished one by one into the embryonic realm, where they lay safely beyond reach of any thief or enemy.
But even as he finished, something pricked at the back of his mind—a thought he had pushed aside earlier.
The ring.
That particular ring belonging to the middle-aged man.
He retrieved it, and immediately, his attention was drawn to the faint mark upon its surface. A seal. Not ordinary, but etched in red.
The moment his perception brushed against it, an odd feeling rose within him—familiar, yet elusive. He had felt it before, but never so clearly.
This time, he focused, synchronizing his senses with precision. His Faith Law pulsed faintly, guiding him.
And then, understanding dawned.
The seal carried two different path powers. Not just one.
More importantly, they bore the same aura—an impossibility. It was not something that could be faked.
Wei Shiyan's eyes narrowed sharply.
"So… someone, somewhere, is also walking the path of dual cultivation."
The words were muttered softly, but in his heart, curiosity ignited into something deeper—an urge to know, to uncover the truth. Such a being could not be ignored.
Without hesitation, he broke the red seal.
The sound was crisp, like glass shattering in silence.
From the ring, a scroll slipped out, ancient yet preserved perfectly, its surface humming with faint energy. A letter.
He picked it up, his fingers brushing against the strange texture of its parchment. Slowly, he unrolled it.
The words written within revealed themselves.
And in that instant—
Wei Shiyan's calm expression finally shifted. His pupils shrank, his body stiffened, and his aura flared wildly without control.
The message written in that letter was enough to shake even him to the core.