Ning Chuan was immersed in the ecstasy of his Martial Soul’s transformation, the surge in his Spirit Power, and infinite reverie regarding his future.
Gazing out at the deep night sky through the window, he felt as if the once-oppressive, boundless darkness had transformed into a curtain brimming with infinite possibilities.
Just as his heart was racing, planning how to utilize his Azure Jade Willow Leaf Grass Martial Soul and his starting Level 20 Spirit Power to cautiously yet unwaveringly step onto the path of a Soul Master, a cold, mechanical notification rang out in his mind once more without warning:
“Detected that the Station Manager’s status is stable.
Initial guidance conditions met.”
“Would the Station Manager like to enter the Station immediately to process daily garbage?”
Ning Chuan’s mind jolted.
He immediately reined in his wandering thoughts and focused his full attention.
“Enter!” he responded without the slightest hesitation.
He was filled with endless curiosity and a desire to explore this mysterious place that had granted him a new life.
“Station Manager must know:
One: Entry methods are divided into ‘Physical Entry’ and ‘Spiritual Body Entry.’
In Physical Entry, the Station Manager’s true body will disappear from the current world and fully descend into the Station.
You can operate in person with full perception; however, should you encounter unpredictable risks, your true body will be damaged or even perish.
In Spiritual Body Entry, a consciousness projection descends.
Most operations can be performed, and though perception is slightly weaker, the safety is higher.
Even if the projection dissipates, you will only suffer spiritual trauma while the true body remains unharmed.”
“Two: Garbage within the Station is primarily divided into ‘Aged Garbage’ and ‘Existing Garbage.’
‘Aged Garbage’ refers to items that have accumulated and settled over endless ages.
They have been preliminarily categorized and lie dormant throughout the Station; their nature is relatively stable.
‘Existing Garbage’ refers to fresh dumps received randomly every day through the ‘Myriad Realms Star Vortex.’ Their nature is unknown and the risks are unpredictable; they must be processed with priority.”
“Three: Processing Flow: Identified garbage must be transported to the Station’s designated ‘Decomposition Recovery Light Pillar’ for decomposition and recovery.”
“Four: Reward Mechanism: The Station will conduct a comprehensive evaluation based on the material, energy level, and informational value of the recovered items, rewarding corresponding ‘Points.’
Points can be used to exchange for items in the shop (the Station Manager enjoys original price privileges) or to pay for Station functions, such as: material fusion, equipment forging, item repair, inheritance analysis, etc.”
“Five: Risk Warning: Recovery involves risks; decomposition requires caution!
Garbage from the myriad realms encompasses everything.
It may contain unknown toxins, curses, energy radiation, active parasites, spacetime shards, or even residual thoughts and obsessions.
Please operate with caution under the guidance of the Recycling Station!”
“Please choose an entry method, Station Manager: Physical Entry?
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A stream of information flooded Ning Chuan’s mind, giving him a preliminary yet crucial understanding of this “All Heaven Scrap Recycling Station.”
“The risks aren’t small…” Ning Chuan’s eyes flickered.
Having just gained a new lease on life, he naturally wouldn’t take risks lightly.
“Choose Spiritual Body Entry!” Ning Chuan made the safe decision.
“Command confirmed.
Commencing link…
Spiritual projection transmission…”
Buzz!
Ning Chuan felt his consciousness tremble slightly, as if being “pulled” out of his body by some gentle force.
The scene before him instantly became blurred and distorted, turning into a kaleidoscope of colored light that streaked backward at high speed.
A sensation of weightlessness followed, as if his soul were traversing an infinitely long tunnel.
He did not know how much time had passed—it might have been a moment, or it might have been ten thousand years.
The streaming light abruptly vanished, and the weightlessness receded with it.
Ning Chuan’s “consciousness” stabilized.
As he “looked” at the scene before him, an indescribable shock hammered at the limits of his perception!
The first thing to enter his “vision” was a rotating Chaotic Star Vortex so massive that words could not describe it!
It hung high above an endless void, its colors shifting unpredictably—deep purple, blazing red, ethereal blue, deathly grey…
Countless colors intertwined, flowed, and collided, emitting an ancient, vast, and all-encompassing yet cold and ruthless aura of terror.
The center of the vortex was bottomless, as if connecting to the ends of the myriad realms and infinite dimensions.
This is the ‘Myriad Realms Star Vortex’?
The outlet for the garbage of the heavens?
Ning Chuan’s mind shook violently.
Merely “gazing” at it made him feel that his consciousness was as minuscule as a speck of dust, as if he might be swallowed and assimilated by that vortex at any moment.
Just then, he saw points of light—some bright, some dim, varying in size—being “spat” out from the center or edges of that Chaotic Star Vortex like meteors.
They streaked across the void and fell toward the space below.
Following the direction in which these points of light fell, he “looked” down—
Ning Chuan’s breath (though a Spiritual Body does not need to breathe) hitched again!
It was an unimaginably vast, boundless continent!
The composition of the continent was incredibly bizarre.
It was not made of soil or rock, but of countless, unquantifiable points of light—bright and dim—heaped, settled, and squeezed together!
Some shimmered with a metallic luster, some flowed with energy ripples, some were covered in frost, some were entwined with black gas, and some even maintained the fragmented forms of biological or mechanical entities…
Endless and strange, they stretched to the very end of his vision and into the depths of the void.
The entire continent emitted an incredibly complex aura: dilapidated, deathly silent, ancient, and chaotic.
Yet, occasionally, a weak but undeniable surge of powerful energy or a strange rhythmic law would erupt from some corner.
This is the dumping ground for ‘Aged Garbage’?
This scale…
it’s simply a world made of garbage!
A final graveyard that buried the remains of countless civilizations, the molted skins of gods and demons, and the fragments of technological creations!
While Ning Chuan was stunned by this scene—grandiose enough to be suffocating and terrifying—a gentle but irresistible gravitational force suddenly enveloped his Spiritual Body, pulling him down toward that boundless Garbage Continent.
The speed was extremely fast, and the surrounding scenery rushed upward.
He passed through the strangely colored mists drifting above the Garbage Continent (perhaps dissipated energy or dust), soared over mountain-high piles of giant unknown beast bones, warship wreckage half-buried in the ground, swamp-like areas flowing with viscous liquids, and metallic ruins flickering with unstable electricity…
Finally, this gravity deposited him precisely onto a solitary platform on the edge of the Garbage Continent.
Thud.
Ning Chuan’s “feet” landed on solid ground.
Looking down, the platform was roughly a hundred square meters.
It was made of an unidentifiable dark grey metal that felt cold to the touch.
The surface was etched with countless fine and complex silver runes.
These runes glowed faintly, forming a relatively stable force field that clearly isolated the platform from the chaotic world of garbage surrounding it.
Inside the platform, it was clean, tidy, and stable.
The air (if there was air here) was fresh, devoid of any strange odors or energy interference.
Outside the platform, just a step away, was the kaleidoscopic, mountain-high heap of myriad realms garbage, emitting all sorts of indescribable auras.
Rusted gears were piled together with translucent skulls; scorched book pages covered some sort of pulsating biological tissue; broken swords were plunged beside a dried-up pool of multicolored energy…
An indescribable sense of ruin, chaos, and danger rushed toward him from beyond the platform.
Ning Chuan stood at the edge of the platform, as if standing on the dividing line between civilization and ruins, order and chaos.
He looked back at the Chaotic Star Vortex hanging high above, slowly rotating and constantly spitting out new garbage.
Then he looked at the boundless graveyard of waste before him—silent yet hiding flickers of life.
Finally, he felt the small, solitary, and safe platform beneath his feet.
A sense of realization dawned on him.
This place was both a land of infinite danger and a land of infinite treasure.
And his work as the new Station Manager of the All Heaven Scrap Recycling Station was about to begin.