The manifestations of three thousand worlds unfolded within the depths of Liang’s mind, each with its own unique landscape and inhabitants. He witnessed the birth of realms, the collision of celestial bodies, and the formation of new worlds.
Mythical creatures took form before him, their majestic presence captivating his gaze. Divine Dragons soared through the skies, their scales shimmering with a lustrous glow. Immortal Phoenixes gracefully spread their wings, leaving trails of vibrant flames in their wake. Seven coloured Unicorns galloped through fields of wildflowers, their silver manes flowing in the wind.
The chaos rune embedded in Liang’s consciousness glowed with an intense brilliance, its intricate patterns shifting and morphing, as if mirroring the ever-changing nature of the universe itself. As the rune illuminated his mind, he could feel a surge of raw power coursing through his veins. Chaos Qi, a swirling maelstrom of primal energy, surged within him, intertwining with his own spiritual essence. The Primal Chaos Lotus Seed above his dantian radiated a brilliant glow, its petals unfurling to reveal the essence of creation.
The Chaos Qi surged through Liang’s meridians, igniting his entire being with its unpredictable and boundless force. It was an exhilarating experience, as if he were immersed in a dance of chaos and creation. The once-familiar Void Qi paled in comparison to the sheer potency and dynamism of the Chaos Qi. Liang felt his connection to the universe deepen, as if he had tapped into the very essence of existence itself.
Yet, as Liang took the final sip of the Sacred Dao Tea, the manifestations of three thousand worlds gradually faded, the chaos rune’s glow dimmed, and the surging Chaos Qi subsided. The visions of cosmic grandeur retreated, leaving behind only fleeting memories and a sense of profound longing. The chaos energies within Liang receded, fading into the background, while the Void Qi, like an old friend, returned to its rightful place.
The room settled into a serene stillness, the gentle flicker of the candlelight casting a soft glow over the tea pot and cups.
Liang reached for the tea pot, his hand poised to pour out more of the Sacred Dao Tea. However, when he tilted the pot, not a single drop came out. Confusion clouded his features as he looked up at Dong Rui, seeking an explanation.
Dong Rui’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she observed Liang’s reaction. She couldn’t help but smile at his puzzled expression. "Ah, brother Liang, it seems our journey with the Sacred Dao Tea has reached its end," she said playfully, " The Dao essence within the pot has been completely drained. These two cups we’ve just enjoyed were the last remaining drops of this precious brew."
Liang’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration, a tinge of anger and disappointment rising within him. "You mean... that was it? The tea is gone?" he muttered, cursing silently in his mind.
Liang’s heart sank, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He felt a surge of anger and disappointment, cursing in his mind that the reason Dong Rui had so easily revealed such a treasure was that it had been depleted.
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Dong Rui could sense the swirl of emotions in Liang’s heart and she gently reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Don’t be disheartened, brother Liang," she reassured him. "The power and wisdom that you’ve gained from this experience will remain with you forever. The tea pot and cups, however, are now yours to keep."
Liang’s lips curled into a sneer, but a flicker of gratitude pierced through his irritation. With a sigh, Liang reached for the tea pot and cups, accepting the offer. He carefully placed them into his space ring.
"Now what?" Liang’s voice broke the heavy silence that had filled the air. He wore a knowing expression, fully aware of what her decision would be. "Are you going to accompany me as I restore my cultivation, or will each of us be on their own?"
Dong Rui cleared her throat, feeling a sense of unease upon seeing the smirk on Liang’s face. "Well, I am sure that Brother Liang has his own means and secrets. You probably wouldn’t feel comfortable if I were to accompany you."
"Oh, I see. It’s all for my sake," he said with a chuckle.
Dong Rui nodded, an honest look on her face. "Absolutely." Trying to divert his attention, she asked, "What kind of environment does Brother Liang prefer?"
Despite knowing what she was trying to do, he decided to indulge her. "I enjoy environments filled with countless enemies and life-and-death battles."
Dong Rui’s mouth twitched, a look of amusement appearing on her face. "Brother Liang, isn’t that a bit cliché?"
Liang shrugged, not bothered by her comment. "In my experience, only through battle can one truly cultivate and improve."
Despite not fully believing him, Dong Rui nodded. "Well, if that’s what you want, I recommend you to try Frostfell. It’s a freezing ocean, but its size is larger than the three continents combined. The opportunities and fortuitous encounters there are endless, with countless experts from all over the solar system."
"Oh?" Liang’s eyebrow furrowed. It seems that Florie is much more popular and intriguing than he had initially thought.
A fleeting moment of silence hung in the air before Dong’s sudden interjection shattered it.
Her voice sliced through the quiet room, demanding attention. "Oh, right!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with a mix of urgency and caution. "You must tread carefully in Frostfell. While there may be an abundance of Runic Mastery Realm experts, they are not the only dangers lurking in the shadows."
Liang felt an involuntary twitch in his eyes as irritation started to creep into his veins. He couldn’t comprehend why Dong insisted on delivering information in fragments, testing his patience. His annoyance grew and he could no longer contain his frustration. "Can you please stop with the fragmented information and just say everything at once??" he snapped, his voice tinged with annoyance.
A mischievous flicker danced in Dong’s eyes as she sneered in response. Her lips curled into a subtle smile. "I only reveal things when they come to mind, not intentionally," she replied, mischief flashing in her eyes.
Liang exhaled exasperatedly, trying to calm his fraying temper. He reminded himself of the purpose that had brought him there – the compass. "Focus on the compass," he repeated silently, attempting to regain his composure. "Stay calm. She’s nothing more than a spoiled little girl."
"Fine, just continue," Liang waved his hand impatiently.
"Are you trying to give me orders or something? Do you think I owe you any information?" Dong Rui retorted sharply.
Shaking her head, Dong refused to offer any further insight. She mirrored Liang’s dismissive gesture, emphasizing her unwillingness to assist any longer. "You can find the information on your own," she remarked coldly.
Liang’s frustration threatened to erupt, but he fought to maintain his composure. He took another deep breath, reminding himself of patience and perseverance. "The compass," he repeated to himself, a mantra of determination.
Without warning, Dong announced her departure. Her words hung in the air, and before Liang could respond, she vanished from the room, leaving him behind in a sea of conflicting emotions.
Liang’s furrowed brows knit together as he pondered his next move. After a brief moment of reflection, a flicker of determination ignited in his eyes. "To chart a successful path, I must first acquire a detailed map," he muttered.
A sudden realization sparked within him. "Wait. This place is essentially one massive island, isn’t it?" he questioned aloud. "Whichever direction I choose will ultimately lead me to Frostfell, correct?"
***
Five hours later, Liang found himself standing in the vast expanse of a grassland, a bitter expression etching deep lines on his face. "I should have bought a map," he muttered under his breath, his frustration tinged with regret.
Amidst his growing discontent, his eyes snapped shut as he caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. Suddenly, his figure dissolved into thin air, seamlessly melding with the surroundings and leaving no trace behind.
Not too far away, he could make out two figures engaged in a fierce aerial battle, their energy clashing like tumultuous storms.
One of the combatants was a short, old man adorned in a resplendent purple robe. His bald head glistened under the sun, while his long graying beard added an air of wisdom to his appearance. A formidable aura, unmistakably belonging to a Runic Mastery Realm expert, emanated from him. Five distinct runes of varying colors orbited around him, like planets encircling a brilliant sun. Such mastery over the runes was a testament to his years of devoted practice and unwavering dedication.
Opposing him was a white-robed middle-aged man, his short black hair giving him a refined and composed look. However, unlike the old man, the aura surrounding him carried no association with runes or the realm of rune cultivators. It pulsated with a different kind of power, he was a Void Transformation Realm Expert.