The Little Blue Bottle that Zhang Sanxian had become had lain buried among dead branches and fallen leaves for seven days and seven nights since falling into the Desolate Valley.
There was no sign of anyone nearby, only the sobbing mountain wind and the rustling chirps of insects.
Over those seven days, Zhang Sanxian had used the blue bottle's own perception, so weak that it could probe only a few feet around him.
Supplementing it with Phenomenon Fiction's reality distortion, he had managed to explore the surroundings for several miles, inside and out, and gain a rough understanding of them.
According to the information transmitted by the project team, all twelve systems, including the Mysterious Little Blue Bottle,
had their external detection ranges strictly limited by their hosts' cultivation realms.
In other words, if Zhang Sanxian wanted to see farther in the future, he would have to make his as-yet-unmet host stronger.
However, although Zhang Sanxian's detection range was small,
after his reality-warping adjustments, its precision had reached the microscopic level.
Though it fell far short of even one ten-thousandth of what Zhang Sanxian could normally achieve, it was already enough to peer into the foundations of this world.
And that glimpse revealed a startling fact.
Everything in this world was not composed of the atoms and molecules familiar to Zhang Sanxian.
Mountain rocks, flowing water, grasses, trees, soil, plants—everything was composed of a dense energy: vital energy.
Thus, all things here could be regarded as vital energy condensed and manifested under different rules.
And within this immensely turbid, heavy sea of vital energy, whose vastness he could not determine,
there also flowed a special energy that was purer and clearer, imbued with extraordinary vitality: spiritual energy.
This energy possessed the ability to awaken the spiritual within the mundane and