The next morning, Mo Qiong woke up refreshed once again.
After a brief session of cultivation, he stabilized his Nascent Soul Stage. Inside his Niwan Palace, a Dao Fruit as complete as an infant sat atop a green lotus.
After feeling it out, he began describing his experience while Sister You recorded it attentively.
"I have to say, this world really does have more things than ours."
"Insights into realms and the like have formed something metaphysical. It isn't matter, yet it genuinely exists. It's as if concepts have been materialized. One principle after another, whether right or wrong, fuses and builds upon the others, forming a realm. It causes tangible things like the primordial spirit, Mental Power, and magic power to become more condensed and undergo a qualitative change."
"The universe itself acknowledges these things. Different levels of realm really do possess different levels of Supernatural Abilities. Once you reach the Nascent Soul Stage, you gain Dao fire and can refine weapons and pills."
"Unfortunately, realms can be tempered and comprehended, but they can't be learned. Look at all these immortal insights I've told you about. What did you feel?"
As Mo Qiong spoke, Sister You shook her head. "I remembered every word, and I was somewhat moved, but that's all."
"Exactly. Something that can't be learned but can be comprehended is the realm substance unique to this world. Of course, that's just my way of describing it. In short, it's an incredibly mysterious thing. Refining my Nascent Soul was a process of eliminating miscellaneous memories and extracting fragments of the realm. Absorbing magic power and fusing with the soul aren't particularly important. They're merely a matter of piling up magic power," Mo Qiong said.
Sister You clicked her tongue and laughed. "That's so surreal... In our world, this