On the bed.
After testing Yin-Yang Space's storage capacity.
Ye Qifeng's consciousness emerged from Yin-Yang Space and returned to his body.
He did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he continued searching through his mind, reviewing the newly acquired memories.
There was not much in those memories. Nearly all of them were of Ye Qifeng's difficult struggle for survival when he had first transmigrated to a higher world in his previous life, back when he had been weak.
Still, they allowed Ye Qifeng to learn some information about the world he had transmigrated to in his previous life.
Honestly, that world had been quite terrifying.
After all, it was a higher-level world among fantasy worlds, practically the ceiling of such worlds. In any case, it was not something the Douluo World, a mere fantasy floor tile, could compare to.
That world likewise followed the principle that strength ruled and the weak were prey to the strong.
Yet its level of danger was far more horrifying than that of the Douluo World—if anything, it surpassed it.
Because the world's spiritual energy was abundant, almost every living being could cultivate. Powerful experts emerged in droves, Divine Beasts roamed everywhere, and supreme beings filled the skies.
The abilities controlled by those experts, Divine Beasts, and supreme beings were all terrifying techniques.
Skills such as moving mountains and overturning seas, plucking stars with one hand, destroying galaxies with a palm, or severing eternity with a single sword were everywhere. They were nothing unusual.
In summary, they were incomparably powerful and seemingly capable of anything.
Yet Ye Qifeng, as a transmigrator in his previous life, had not received any transmigration benefits at all.
When he arrived there, he had merely been a bottom-tier weakling without the strength to truss a chicken. The fact that he