White Dragon Mountain.
An extremely famous mountain in Xuanhuangxing. Legends say a white dragon once fell here, which is why it is called Bailong Mountain. Among the peaks near Fengcheng, none are more renowned.
However, due to its dense forests and towering, jagged peaks, few people ever set foot here. Tourists rarely venture into this wild place, leaving it isolated, quiet, almost untouched by humanity.
Naturally, it became the ideal location for Xia Chuan to cultivate in peace.
"Is this… Bailong Mountain? It really is like a fairyland, a place for outstanding people," Xia Chuan muttered as he gazed upward at the sweeping mountains.
After taking a taxi for several hours from the city, he finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. The moment he stepped out, he felt it—a dense, flowing aura of heaven and earth, subtle yet overwhelming, threading through the air itself. Unlike the city, where the spiritual energy was diluted, here, the energy was concentrated, richer by at least tenfold.
"Master," the Book of Wisdom spoke softly. "There appears to be a natural cave high above the mountain. It is perfect for you to retreat and practice. Ordinary people cannot reach it."
Xia Chuan frowned slightly. "Ordinary people cannot climb? Then I suppose… I cannot climb either."
He was, after all, self-aware. Even though in the miniature world he was considered an ancient god, in this world, here, he was still just a mortal. A mountain this steep, with jagged peaks and dense forests, would crush an ordinary climber without complete equipment. And he was far from ordinary—yet he still hesitated.
"Master," the Book of Wisdom reminded him, "have you forgotten? You are no longer ordinary. You are the owner of world props and have long mastered extraordinary powers."
Xia Chuan's eyes lit up at that. Could it be…? Could the world prop, Gravity Ball, also help here?
Hearing this, his heart raced. He recalled the Gravity Ball he had obtained after destroying the Chen Kingdom. A treasure capable of manipulating gravity at will. Limitless potential, unparalleled power—truly, a world-shattering artifact.
"Then… I'll try," Xia Chuan said, determination flashing in his eyes.
With a single thought, he activated the Gravity Ball embedded within his body.
Boom~~~
In an instant, his body shot upward, soaring into the air, hovering effortlessly as if the mountain itself had become a playground.
"I… I can actually fly?!" Xia Chuan's eyes widened. The human dream of flight, once impossible, was now realized before him. But no… technically, he did not truly fly. Gravity had simply been nullified around him. The force of the Gravity Ball eliminated all gravitational constraints.
To a certain extent, it was as if he were standing in the vacuum of outer space, free of all earthly limitations, able to soar at will. With a slight push, he could leap from the ground, reach the atmosphere, even ascend toward the edges of space.
"By the way…" Xia Chuan thought aloud, "if it can nullify gravity, then… it should be able to increase it as well."
He descended carefully, controlling the Gravity Ball to intensify gravity around him. Instantly, a radius of one hundred meters was enveloped in a gravitational field.
Three times gravity… five times gravity… ten times gravity…
The mountainside quaked, the ground shuddered violently, groaning under the strain, as if a small earthquake had erupted. Trees bent, rocks shifted, and stones rattled against each other.
He increased it further—fifty times, seventy times, a hundred times gravity.
The result was terrifying. Within the hundred-meter radius, every stone, tree, and blade of grass was crushed instantly. The land itself groaned and cracked, reduced to a barren, shattered expanse. A power more destructive than a missile strike, more absolute than conventional explosives.
"Too… too strong," Xia Chuan whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. Now he finally understood why the miniature world called the Gravity Ball a treasure that destroys the balance of the world. Its power was obscene, extraordinary, far beyond comprehension.
Even extraordinary individuals could not resist it. Even beings who had walked the path of transcendence would struggle against such raw, concentrated force.
Though he had not yet embarked fully on the path of transcendence, as a mortal, he could still wield the Gravity Ball like a god, manipulating gravity at will. To a certain degree, he now controlled superhuman power—the very essence of a world-altering weapon.
"Master," the Book of Wisdom interjected, solemn and deliberate, "although the power of the world prop is immense, it is closely tied to the host's own abilities. It is not limitless. The original Lord Chen Guoguo could only maintain tenfold gravity, and for no longer than an hour. Maintaining the Gravity Ball consumes the host's physical strength. Once exhausted, the artifact cannot function."
"But I… I don't feel any strain?" Xia Chuan blinked, confused. The manipulation felt effortless, his body unhindered.
"Ah," the Book of Wisdom explained, "you have realized it, Master. It is true. Compared to the miniature humans of your world, your body is unimaginably vast. What would exhaust a tiny human barely registers for you. The demands of the Gravity Ball are… negligible."
"That's why, Master, you can wield the world prop's power almost endlessly. And the effect? Terrifyingly amplified. Far beyond what even the original host could achieve."
Xia Chuan's gaze hardened. Understanding the potential now, he felt the weight of his own possibilities. The Gravity Ball was no ordinary treasure—it was a key, a gateway, a weapon capable of bending the very rules of physics.
With this, his path toward extraordinary cultivation had transformed. No longer limited by his mortal body, he could explore heights others could never dream of. Gravity itself became his tool, his ally, his power.
As he floated above the jagged peaks of Bailong Mountain, manipulating gravitational fields with subtle movements of his mind, Xia Chuan felt a rush of exhilaration. His connection to the universe deepened, every molecule in the air resonating with the energy he commanded.
He was no longer merely Xia Chuan, an ordinary human in this world. He was becoming something beyond, something approaching the power of gods.
The journey had begun. The extraordinary road stretched before him, vast, challenging, filled with unimaginable power. And the Gravity Ball—the treasure capable of destroying worlds—was now firmly in his hands.
From this moment, no mountain was too high, no obstacle insurmountable. The laws of the world bent subtly, obediently, to his will. And as he levitated above Bailong Mountain, absorbing spiritual energy, testing the boundaries of gravity itself, Xia Chuan took the first monumental step into a realm few mortals could ever comprehend.
He was ready.
And in the quiet, unvisited peaks of Bailong Mountain, the universe seemed to acknowledge him. Energy pulsed, gravity danced, and the path of transcendence, extraordinary and infinite, awaited.