This was an exceedingly marvelous feeling.
When Ling Wuyuan, treating a dead horse as if it were still alive, performed a blood-binding ritual on the metal ring—
He immediately felt something profoundly strange.
In that instant,
he sensed with absolute clarity that his consciousness had connected to some special vessel.
Then, naturally enough, he understood that he and the ring in his hand had formed some invisible, imperceptible connection.
At that moment,
with only the slightest stir of thought,
he sensed a special sealed space hidden within the metal ring.
It was an independent space twenty meters long, twenty meters wide, and twenty meters high.
Though he could not see the scene within it with his eyes, his consciousness could clearly perceive all the things stored inside.
Moreover, without any instruction, he realized that so long as an object was suitably sized and he could lift it, he could freely store any inanimate object inside and retrieve it at will.
At that moment, a question abruptly came to mind.
Inanimate objects?
That should mean anything that could not run and jump about...
Then did plant seeds count?
What about chicken eggs, duck eggs, and so on... did those count?
Over the following days, after repeated experimentation, Ling Wuyuan discovered that those things could indeed be placed inside the spatial ring.
However, perhaps because it lacked air or some other necessary factor,
after being stored for some time,
those things would die completely.
Seeds would no longer be able to sprout.
All manner of eggs would no longer be able to hatch.
As for live chickens and ducks, they could not be put inside at all.
Still,
the good news was that once things were stored inside, the rate at which they decayed slowed tremendously. They almost never expired, spoiled, rusted...