Ten Thousand Years of Arduous Cultivation to Transform

Ever since she had been awakened by that earth-shattering Heavenly Dao alarm clock, Su Miao had been unable to sleep again.

At first, she still found it rather novel.

Her 360-degree, blind-spot-free view allowed her to admire the beautiful scenery of Fangzhang Immortal Island to her heart's content.

She watched clouds and mist flow through the mountains; watched bizarre flowers and exotic grasses whose names she did not know breathe in and out Rosy Clouds; watched strange-looking yet inexplicably adorable little beasts occasionally wander to the edge of the Formation, poke their heads around, then flee in fright.

She even tried to "communicate" with a nearby Spiritual Grass that glimmered with a faint blue light, looking both like reeds and crystal.

Hi! Hello there!

Have you eaten?

Nice weather today, huh?

Do you know the Wi-Fi password?

The Spiritual Grass merely swayed slightly, giving off an even gentler glow. It seemed comfortable, but offered no response whatsoever.

The other Spirit Planting on the island were the same. Though they possessed spiritual awareness, they were still muddle-headed and unawakened, utterly incapable of any meaningful communication.

A day passed.

A week passed.

A month passed.

Half a year passed...

Su Miao's soul, belonging to a modern adult, began to feel an unprecedented, suffocating boredom and loneliness.

She could not move, could not speak, had no phone, no internet, no hot pot, Milk Tea, Fried Chicken, or fries—not even someone to chat with!

Every day consisted of looking at the scenery, spacing out, and photosynthesizing...

"Aah—! This is so boring! I'm going insane!"

She screamed wildly in her heart.

"I want to play on my phone! I want to binge shows! I want spicy hot pot! I'd even settle for arguing with someone!"

This absolute stillness was simply the cruelest punishment for someone accustomed to an explosion of information and the breakneck pace of modern life.

The intense loneliness and the helplessness of being a plant coiled around her soul like vines, tightening ever further until she could barely breathe.

She could not go on like this!

She had to change!

She had to take human form!

She had to grow legs and walk out of here!

She had to grow a mouth—to speak! To eat!

Once this thought arose, it spread through her heart like wildfire, swiftly becoming the sole obsession sustaining her existence.

Thus, driven by the overwhelming desire to stop being a potted plant, Su Miao began her clumsy yet determined "cultivation."

Rather than passively waiting for the Pure World White Lotus to instinctively absorb Spiritual Qi, she began consciously and diligently trying to "guide" it.

How was she supposed to guide it?

Entirely through imagination and sheer determination!

Absorb! Absorb for me! Suck it in hard!

She imagined herself as an ultra-high-powered vacuum cleaner, madly drawing in the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

Circulate! Hurry up and circulate! From the roots to the leaves, then to the bud! Recalling how internal energy circulated in the wuxia dramas she had watched, she blindly fumbled her way through a route.

Compress it! Purify it! Make it mine! She even imagined herself "purifying and refining pills" with the Spiritual Qi.

The whole process could only be described as utterly unmethodical—the wildest of wild paths.

If those Great Experts of the Prehistoric World, who emphasized Cultivation Methods, Divine Ability, and enlightenment, saw this, they would probably laugh their teeth out.

She did not know that the Lotus Pond where she was located was the core spring of Mount Fangzhang's Spiritual Vein, the place with the densest and purest Spiritual Qi on the entire island—the "VIP Supreme Cultivation Spot" the Heavenly Dao Youth had secretly arranged for her.

Nor did she know that the Pure World White Lotus's true body came with a "purification" cheat, automatically filtering out all harmful energy and interference from Inner Demons, allowing even her blind cultivation to point directly toward the Origin of the Great Dao with terrifying efficiency.

She only felt that it seemed... rather smooth?

Spiritual Qi rushed into her body with a whoosh, warm and comfortable.

To pass the still unbearable boredom between cultivation sessions, she began counting her own petals.

"One petal, two petals, three petals... Sigh, why is it still Twelve Petals no matter how I count? Can't I grow a few more and make it a nice round number?"

She would watch a little beast that looked like a rabbit but had deer antlers arrive at the pond to drink at the same time every day, silently mocking it.

"What kind of aesthetic is this? Did the Prehistoric World's designer drink too much?"

When she saw an Immortal Crane glide across the sky, she would think—

"Steamed or braised? Fine, I can't eat it right now, but can't I at least think about it?"

And so the days trickled by, little by little, amid the tedious cycle of "absorbing Spiritual Qi—mocking things—absorbing Spiritual Qi again."

One Yuan Hui...

Another Yuan Hui...

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

To the Prehistoric World, this was merely a fleeting instant.

The scars of the Dragon-Han Primordial Tribulation had yet to fully heal, while a new Order was quietly brewing.

But for Su Miao, this was a solid, genuine persistence spanning tens of thousands of years!

What sustained her was neither a heart that sought the Dao nor a wish for immortality. It was simply—

—she did not want to be a log that could not move anymore!

She wanted to move about freely!

She wanted someone to talk to!

This obsession was utterly pure—and immensely powerful.

Finally, on this day.

She felt her entire flower bud swelling tight, the energy within surging to its peak, as though it would burst open the very next second!

It was full, full! Overflowing! Su Miao was beside herself with excitement. She had stored enough energy! She could take form now!

She had no method for taking form, nor did she know she needed to comprehend heaven and earth, harmonizing yin and yang.

She only knew—

Charge!

Use all her energy to "become human"!

Yet she had overlooked three fatal problems:

First, her soul had already been damaged when she transmigrated. Though the Three Lights Divine Water and the Pure World White Lotus had nourished it, the damage had not been fully repaired at its root.

Second, she had been too eager for success. For tens of thousands of years, she had done nothing but frantically absorb energy, lacking comprehension and accumulation. This was a purely forced breakthrough.

Third—and most crucially—the fundamental strength of her soul was still that of an ordinary human!

Years of Spiritual Qi nourishment were more like blowing a small balloon into a large one. It looked huge, but its skin was thin and its filling fragile; its essence had never undergone a true leap.

With all three combined, the hidden danger ran deep.

"Take form for me—!"

Su Miao gathered all her energy and will, launching a final—and most brutal—charge toward the goal of "becoming human"!

Boom!

The Pure World White Lotus erupted with dazzling, immaculate radiance, illuminating the entire small pool as brightly as day!

The immense energy ignited in an instant, frantically molding itself into the form of a "human" lurking in her subconscious!

But just as the energy tried to ripen her soul in tandem and fuse it perfectly with her body, the problem erupted!

Her soul was not strong enough!

It could not fully bear or control the immense power of transformation belonging to an Innate Spiritual Object!

Like a tiny motor trying to power a giant aircraft carrier!

Especially when she was trying to take the form of a perfect Innate Dao Body!

After molding the basic shape of her body, the torrent of energy lost the precise guidance of her soul and instantly fell into a kind of "chaos."

"Argh!"

Su Miao felt a sharp pain tear through her soul, as though it were being ripped apart. The cracks that had previously been repaired showed faint signs of widening again.

She let out a miserable cry, and her consciousness instantly blurred.

Most of the out-of-control energy merged into her newborn body, stabilizing it. Yet part of it dissipated, while another part surged back to strike her soul, producing a strange effect of "confinement."

The light gradually faded.

Within the pool, the Pure World White Lotus had vanished.

In its place was a... delicate, porcelain-like, fair and chubby body resembling that of a two-year-old human girl, floating upon the Three Lights Divine Water with her eyes closed in deep slumber.

Her little face was plump, her lashes long, and a faint, pleasant lotus fragrance wafted from her body. She looked incomparably adorable.

However, if any Great Experts had been present and examined her with their Dharma eyes, they would have discovered that although this child's body was only two years old, the Spiritual Power contained within it was unimaginably vast, comparable to some Innate Creatures who had cultivated bitterly for many years.

Yet the fluctuations of her soul... had likewise been solidified, manifesting in a certain "infantile" state. It was bizarrely synchronized with her body, making her a... special existence with the memories and core of an adult soul, yet with both her outward behavior and soul form locked at the age of two.

In the shadows, the will of the Heavenly Dao Youth, who had been silently watching all along.

"..."

He seemed to have been utterly stumped by this bizarre result of her transformation. After a long silence, a sigh came through, sounding both helpless and relieved:

[...Fine, fine. As long as she's alive. Being... a little cute is fine, right? Better than having both body and soul destroyed. At least she was transformed from the Pure World White Lotus Origin; her foundations aren't bad. It's just this state... sigh.]

He had wanted to help, but this involved a strange deviation in the very essence of her soul. Even he could do nothing, and could only let nature take its course.

After all, his core task was to ensure her survival. As for what kind of life she would live...

The Venerable Lord of the Great Dao had not specified any particular requirements.

At this moment, high above the endless reaches, the Primordial Great Dao's indifferent will seemed to casually sweep over this place. It sensed that the weak, strange creature had finally transformed—but had transformed into some freak. Without the slightest ripple, it even shifted its gaze away in mild disappointment.

Just this thing?

It could destroy the Primordial World?

Tsk. What a waste of anticipation.

Looks like there was no excuse to go settle the score after all.

Just then—

Rumble—!

Above Mount Fangzhang, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened!

Black clouds boiled in from every direction, and a heavy, oppressive heavenly might began to spread!

The Form Transformation Heavenly Tribulation, sensing the final birth of this "heaven-defying" creature, arrived right on schedule!

Within the pitch-black clouds, lightning serpents darted wildly, Thunder Light flickering in and out of view. An aura of destruction locked firmly onto the two-year-old child's body in the pool, still fast asleep and utterly unaware!

The Heavenly Dao Will instantly grew tense:

[It's here! This Lightning Tribulation... huh?! Why does its intensity feel a little beyond the limits? Is it targeting the energy in her body? Oh no! In her current state...]

In the pool, little Su Miao seemed to be disturbed by the thunder. Unconsciously, she wrinkled her tiny nose, smacked her lips, rolled over, and continued sleeping.

Completely unaware of what she was about to face.

And the heavenly tribulation would not go easy on her just because she looked adorable.