The Illusory Feather World.
Amidst swirling clouds and mist, majestic peaks appear and disappear, their slopes covered in spiritual plants, their branches shimmering with an eerie light.
Jade palaces and pavilions are nestled gracefully among the mountains and forests, their steps made of white jade, their tiles of glazed tiles, and their carved railings and jade steps entwined with spiritual vines, their blossoms a tapestry of vibrant flowers that drift down in the wind, creating a dazzling rain of petals.
Amidst pavilions and towers, a man dressed in snow-white robes, his sleeves fluttering in the breeze.
He was elegant in demeanor, sitting opposite a fairy-like woman, sipping tea.
"Junior sister, when do you think Master will return?"
The woman's hair cascaded like a waterfall, her eyes were clear, and her lips were like cherries.
She gracefully raised her slender hand, her jade-like fingers like scallions, and picked up the jade ring.
"Master will surely return victorious, but it's a pity my cultivation is too low to fight alongside my senior brothers and sisters."
"Junior sister, don't blame yourself. We joined the sect relatively late, and our cultivation is not yet sufficient for battle. Once we grow stronger, we will surely be able to lend Master a helping hand."
"Hehe, thank you, senior brother."
The woman smiled radiantly, taking a sip of tea.
She gave him a flirtatious look, her words brimming with seduction.
"Senior brother, could you help me with dual cultivation tonight?"
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes instantly brightened.
A radiant smile bloomed on his previously calm face, his lips curving upwards uncontrollably.
He had waited so long; finally, it was his turn to cultivate with his junior sister. He was overjoyed.
"Junior sister, you're too kind. As fellow disciples, helping each other is only natural. I will certainly do my utmost to help you reach even greater heights."
"Hehe, senior brother is such a good person."
Just then, a figure flew out from the vortex in the sky—it was Fang Xian.
Fang Xian happened to overhear their conversation and couldn't help but admire him.
To speak of dual cultivation so elegantly, it seemed they were quite accustomed to it.
As the king of the harem, how could he miss such a good opportunity?
The method of dual cultivation was perfect for him.
A slight smile played on his lips as he slowly descended.
Faced with Fang Xian's sudden appearance, the two women were on high alert, hastily rising to draw their swords in defense.
The man stared warily at Fang Xian and shouted,
"Who goes there!"
Fang Xian looked at the woman and smiled slightly.
"Beautiful lady, I'd like to borrow your dual cultivation method."
The woman was slightly taken aback, not immediately understanding.
The man, on the other hand, was furious. He could have practiced dual cultivation tonight, and someone was trying to steal it?
This was simply unbearable.
"How dare you!"
His moment of glory ended abruptly with those two words, "How dare you!"
"Bang!"
The man's head instantly exploded, splattering red and white matter everywhere.
Especially the woman closest to the man, who was splattered with brain matter and blood.
She was stunned for a moment, then screamed in terror.
"Ah—"
"Bang!"
Before she could let out her shrill scream, her head also exploded.
Fang Xian shook his head helplessly; their loud voices were truly annoying.
He flicked his index finger, and their storage bags flew into his hand.
Upon opening them, he found most of them contained ordinary items.
Fang Xian didn't even care for their master's storage bags; as low-ranking disciples, they certainly didn't possess any treasures.
But what Fang Xian was looking for was precisely what their master disdained—
the Dual Cultivation Technique.
He took the "Dual Cultivation Technique" and opened it to examine it.
[Dual Cultivation Technique: Deep intercourse and cultivation between a man and a woman can enhance each other's strength and double the pleasure.]
After reading the description, Fang Xian silently stored it in his "System Warehouse" to avoid losing it.
He needed to find an opportunity to learn it and experience the cultivation techniques of the Illusionary Feather World after he left.
Just then, the screams had attracted many fellow disciples.
They were all handsome and dashing.
When they saw the two headless stone figures, their brows furrowed slightly.
Seeing Fang Xian's incongruous clothing, they immediately understood that he was a human from the Great Thousand World.
The fact that a human from the Great Thousand World had invaded them made them somewhat eager to try.
Those who remained here were those unqualified to enter the Great Thousand World. As passionate young people, they all longed to go to the battlefield and fight.
Now, the opportunity was right in front of them; how could they miss it?
As for whether Fang Xian was a master, they weren't afraid.
After all, the Great Thousand World was merely a low-ranking, primary world, utterly incapable of launching a counterattack against the Illusionary Feather World.
The Fang Xian who appeared now looked to be no more than twenty years old; he must have stumbled into the Illusionary Feather World by accident.
In that case, they wouldn't hold back.
The leading middle-aged man drew his sword, grinning maliciously at Fang Xian.
"Boy, are you from the Great Thousand World?"
Fang Xian completely ignored the middle-aged man, merely glancing around indifferently.
Seeing himself ignored, the middle-aged man flew into a rage.
"You brat, how dare you..."
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The twenty-odd cultivators in the sky were all reduced to a bloody mist.
Fang Xian withdrew his raised hand, his heart utterly unmoved.
War is either you kill me, or I slaughter you.
This isn't about right or wrong; it's simply the law of "extraterrestrial war."
Thinking about this, Fang Xian was quite curious. What exactly was the "Extraterrestrial War," and why did it possess such immense energy that it could incite war between multiple worlds?
And what was the purpose of this war?
Was it merely slaughter for the sake of slaughter?
Fang Xian had no answers to these questions.
He only knew that what he needed to do now was survive.
Only by surviving could he be qualified to touch those unknown powers.
Fang Xian waved his hand, collecting their "storage bags."
He slowly took flight and saw a building that resembled a main hall. He decided to investigate and see if he could find out the whereabouts of the "Origin of the World."
In the blink of an eye, Fang Xian arrived at the main hall.
The main hall stood majestically, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist.
The roof was paved with spirit jade, reflecting a dazzling rainbow under the auspicious light.
The hall's doors were tall and wide, carved with numerous lifelike figures, faintly radiating spiritual light.
Fang Xian, too lazy to enter the main hall, simply waved his hand.
The entire palace shook violently, bricks and tiles falling continuously.
Such a commotion naturally alarmed those inside.
They all took flight, drawing their swords.
"Where did this uncouth person come from, daring to destroy my clan's palace?"
Fang Xian's gaze locked onto an elderly man with white hair and a kind face.
It seemed this was the one currently in charge of the Illusionary Feather World.
He looked at the old man, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Excuse me, sir, could you tell me where the 'Origin of the World' is?"
Upon hearing this, everyone noticed something amiss and their eyes widened in anger.
"Insolence!"
"You brat, daring to try and peek into our 'Origin of the World,' you're courting death!"
"Overestimating yourself, watch me..."
Before they could finish speaking, they were stopped by a series of explosions.
The sounds were the "bangs" of their heads exploding.
Fang Xian withdrew his raised arm and spoke coldly.
"How noisy."
"I dislike people who are loud, unwilling to listen, and unwilling to tell the truth."
"Sir, you can tell the truth, right?"
"Will I?"