The Spirit Within the Dice

Han Yuan's consciousness entered the Dice.

Following that strange fluctuation, Han Yuan's consciousness delved endlessly deeper. It was as though he passed through maze after maze, traveling through threadlike passages.

After an unknown length of time, having crossed endless space, Han Yuan finally found the source of the disturbance.

In an unknown place within the Dice stood a flower extremely similar to the Flower of Nothingness. Upon the flower, an exquisite, ethereal young girl slept serenely at its center. Her features were delicate, her crimson lips curved in a smile. The lashes over her closed eyes occasionally trembled faintly, as if they might open at any moment. Her jade-white hands rested upon her flat abdomen, and she looked peaceful and tranquil.

Han Yuan stared blankly at the woman before him. It was as though he had witnessed the ultimate beauty in the world; every rule concerning beauty seemed to originate from her very being!

A question mark slowly formed in Han Yuan's mind.

Who was she?

Could she be the Artifact Spirit of the Dice?

She just seemed to be sleeping very deeply...

"Fellow Daoist?"

Han Yuan called softly.

His voice rang through this strange place within the Dice.

The exquisite young girl sleeping within the flower's heart remained peacefully asleep, showing no sign of waking.

Han Yuan called out twice more.

The beautiful girl's lashes quivered, as if she were about to awaken, but soon settled back into stillness.

Han Yuan scratched his head, momentarily unsure how to handle this.

By his guess, she should have been the spirit of the Dice, but why she remained asleep was beyond him.

Han Yuan could sense an extremely close connection between himself and this woman.

After some thought, Han Yuan injected his Miracle Power into the girl's body.

Once his Miracle