“Hiss!” With a thought, Chu Xiao traveled to that broken Dou Di Space.
In the next moment, he appeared atop a mountain peak.
Looking out, there were endless high mountains surrounding a massive plain, with many cities scattered across it.
A strange bright light condensed not far in front of him.
Before he could react, it entered his mind and was merged with the help of the journal, accompanied by countless pieces of information.
“The origin of the shattered space…” Chu Xiao realized.
At this moment, he had become the master of this small world.
In theory, he could reach any place just by thinking about it, but in practice, restricted by his soul power, he could only achieve instantaneous movement within a hundred-meter radius.
To go a thousand meters away would require ten teleports, which also consumed his own soul power.
It was possible to go directly to a further location beyond a hundred meters, but it required the help of the small world’s origin power.
He would first have to determine the specific location before he could be transported there.
However, origin power was a consumable that he couldn’t replenish on his own until he became a Half-Saint, unless he obtained required natural treasures.
When using the latter method of teleportation, he needed to use the origin power to sense the specific information of the entire small world, similar to having a 3D radar model in his mind.
Using the former method of teleportation was like opening a “God’s perspective,” having everything within a hundred-meter radius at his fingertips.
He just needed to increase his soul power to increase the sensing range.
“The first type of teleportation relies on personal power, while the second is like using a tool or performing a divine ability.
If I’m not in a hurry, I’ll just use the first type.” “It seems I need to be more diligent in visualizing the ancient journal to increase my soul power as quickly as possible.
If I can break through to the Spirit Realm, things will become much easier.” While thinking, Chu Xiao walked to the edge of a cliff and looked down.
He couldn’t see the bottom, as if peering into an abyss.
Through the origin, he had a clear understanding of the specific situation of this small world.
His current location was the central pillar of the space, Heaven Pillar Peak, which was ten thousand zhang high.
It was where the ancestral hall of that former Dou Di family named Chu used to be, but it was destroyed by the Soul Devourers.
After thousands of years of grinding by time, basically nothing was left.
The total area of the entire space reached ten million square kilometers, most of which was a plain environment filled with various water systems.
There was no extreme weather, and the density of Dou Qi between heaven and earth was more than ten times that of the outside world.
It could serve as his primary cultivation place in the future.
In terms of area alone, it was larger than the land area of his motherland in his previous life, but as a small world opened by a Dou Di, he would only consider it small.
“I remember the Gu Clan headquarters is located in the Eastern Region of the Central Plains.
The Ancient Realm was opened by a Dou Sheng of the Gu Clan.
After countless years of reinforcement and expansion, its area is already similar to the Northern Region of the Central Plains.
In my previous life, someone calculated that it was equivalent to the total land area of more than a dozen Earths.” “This space of mine opened by a Dou Di only has the land area of one China.
It really is severely broken.” Chu Xiao felt emotional, but he didn’t have any dissatisfaction.
Although this small world couldn’t compare to the Ancient Realm for the time being, for him to use alone, the excess was more than a little bit!
“But before breaking through to Dou Wang, it’s a bit troublesome if I want to go down.
My soul power won’t last long relying on teleportation.
Should I go and intercept Little Yan’s flying Dou Technique first?” A dishonest thought appeared in Chu Xiao’s heart, making him want to let out a “jie jie” strange laugh.
But thinking that he could have a Yellow-grade lucky draw every week, he felt there was no need to be in such a hurry; he’d only consider it if there were no other way.
This was a shattered secret realm of a Dou Di family; if anything was left after thousands of years, it wasn’t something a mere Dou Shi could touch.
He still had to get stronger first.
The area of this Heaven Pillar Peak was as large as Macau in his previous life, which was enough for him to explore for a long time and use as a place of seclusion.
“I’ll go have dinner first, and observe Little Yan while I’m at it.
He should have met Old Yao by now.” “Also the diary copy; if he has one, I’ll bind him first, and then I can slack off appropriately.” With a thought, Chu Xiao returned from the small world to the secret chamber of his seclusion and strode toward the door.
“Oh, right.” Chu Xiao paused and communicated with the journal.
“Old friend, I don’t know what your situation is, but being able to draw prizes by persisting in writing a diary feels remarkably similar to the lucky draw systems I saw in novels in my previous life.” “I’ll take the Dou Di Fragmented Space and the Heavenly Ranking’s attention as a newbie gift pack.
Now that I’m writing the diary, shouldn’t I also get some kind of draw for starting it?” “My requirements aren’t high.
No need for eight or ten draws.
How about one Supreme-grade?” Chu Xiao waited for the ancient journal to respond, but it was like a “corpse,” with no movement at all.
“You’ll be disliked like this.” Twitching his lips slightly, Chu Xiao opened the door of the secret chamber and walked out.
After identifying the direction, he walked toward Xiao Zhan’s private courtyard.
It was a coincidence; as he was nearing the place, he ran into Xiao Yan, who looked like he had just returned from the back mountain.
Since his Dou Qi mysteriously disappeared three years ago, this kid had become depressed, unable to find interest in anything except cultivation.
Today, he had even suffered the annulment of his marriage by his fiancée; his mood should have been very low.
But now, his face carried a faint, relieved smile.
Such a clear change was obviously because he had already met Yao Chen and knew the reason for his cultivation regression.
Of course, there was also a certain possibility that he possessed a diary copy and, after knowing the future of this cousin of his, he was also full of hope for his own future.
The specific situation required some testing.
“Little Yan!” Attaching Dou Qi to his feet, Chu Xiao took three meters per step and quickly arrived in front of Xiao Yan.
“Cousin.” Xiao Yan’s eyes lit up, and the smile on his face grew wider.
He couldn’t wait to share the news that he could cultivate again with someone close and trusted.
“Boy, you must not reveal my identity.” The voice of an old man appeared in Xiao Yan’s ear.
“Why?
Are you afraid of the light?” Xiao Yan’s smile froze slightly as he asked back in his mind.
“Why do you think I am in my current state?” The old man’s voice was grim: “I have enemies.
The fewer people who know of my existence, the safer it is for me, for you, and for the Xiao Clan you reside in.” This explanation left Xiao Yan unable to refute.
The old man called himself Yao Lao and lived as a soul in the ring his mother, Fang Yi, had given him.
The reason the Dou Qi he cultivated over the past three years had vanished without reason was that it was being secretly swallowed by him.
Yao Lao could survive in a soul state; none of the Dou Huang experts he had learned about from storybooks were this powerful.
When talking to him, Yao Lao even looked down on the Tier 6 Alchemist Gu He.
His previous cultivation surely wasn’t ordinary; at the very least, he was a Dou Zong.
The enemies of such a person were indeed not something he and the Xiao Clan could provoke.
At this thought, Xiao Yan’s smile became a bit forced as he said to Chu Xiao: “Thank you for speaking up for me in the hall today, Cousin.
She is, after all, the disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect’s leader.” “Are you stupid?” Chu Xiao reached out and poked Xiao Yan’s forehead hard: “I’m your brother.” Simple words, yet they made Xiao Yan’s nose tingle, giving him an urge to cry.
Over these three years, he had seen enough of the cold and warmth of human relationships; only his parents and three brothers had remained unchanged.
They were his closest kin whom he was willing to protect with his life.
Yao Lao: “…” He suddenly felt a bit of guilt.
Han Feng, you deserve ten thousand deaths!