Portable Space, Big Shot Eats Meat, I Drink Soup

Chen Yan's thoughts stirred.

His figure quietly withdrew from that mental training ground, returning once more to the familiar nursery.

The nursery remained quiet and peaceful; if he listened closely, he could even hear the sounds of his grandmother washing and chopping vegetables while preparing a meal.

Based on his past experience, every time he used the Image Projection Scroll, the drawing paper serving as the medium would exhaust its energy, disintegrate completely, and become unusable.

Therefore, Chen Yan had to draw a new one every single time.

But this time, the situation seemed different.

Just as he expected the drawing paper to dissipate as usual, he clearly perceived that the training ground from moments ago was preserved in the depths of his mind, intact and without the slightest discrepancy!

It was as if it were a 3D model he could access at any time; as long as he willed it, he could "summon" it again whenever he pleased.

Huh? This time... the scroll didn't disappear?

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment.

He then caught a glimpse of the seemingly plain Myriad Phenomena Painting Brush in his hand, and realization dawned on him.

It seems this is the effect of this brush.

Not bad, not bad at all. This will save me quite a bit of money on drawing paper.

The money I save can be used to buy more Beast Milk powder!

As soon as this thought arose, he reacted abruptly, his eyes instantly lighting up!

If the scroll could be preserved long-term and accessed at will, wouldn't that be equivalent to... a portable space?

A high-level storage ring that allowed for a customizable internal environment and could be reused repeatedly?

Thinking further, if he could draw and preserve different items, or even different environments, as scrolls, wouldn't that mean...

He could mass-produce this special type of "spatial storage equipment"?

One scroll, one independent little world!

A massive business opportunity flickered before Chen Yan's eyes.

If he were to take this out and sell it, wouldn't martial artists and the wealthy across the world fight tooth and nail for it?

However, this excitement lasted only a few seconds before rapidly cooling down.

Chen Yan took a deep breath, his small face revealing a calmness and gravity ill-suited to his age.

No, absolutely not.

He shook his head inwardly, immediately rejecting this tempting yet dangerous idea.

He understood the principle of "a man who flaunts his wealth invites theft" better than anyone.

This miraculous ability, which was enough to overturn existing storage technology and even touch upon the laws of space...

Once exposed, it would not bring wealth and status.

Instead, it would bring endless covetousness, investigation, and mortal peril!

By then, not only would he become a target for everyone, but his family would also be dragged into a massive vortex.

Before he possessed the absolute strength to ignore all rules and protect everything...

Any imprudent action was playing with fire, putting himself and those he loved in grave danger!

Strength... I still need greater strength.

Chen Yan clenched his fists.

For now, the most important thing remained low-profile development.

He tucked the Myriad Phenomena Painting Brush away securely, his plans for the future becoming clearer and more resolute in his mind.

All my skills are currently stuck at the Great Success realm...

Chen Yan performed an internal inspection of his system panel, calculating silently.

According to his current progress, even with unceasing daily practice, he could only gain a mere 10 points of proficiency per day for each skill.

At this rate, even for the fastest-progressing Meditation Method and Divine Sense Differentiation, it would take nearly a thousand days of accumulation to break through to the next sequence!

Accustomed to the thrill of rapid skill advancement, this snail-like pace now made Chen Yan feel a sense of discomfort and agitation.

I must think of a way...

Chen Yan's small brows furrowed tightly.

He paced back and forth, his gaze sweeping over the night view of Jiang City, which had returned to order outside the window, his mind spinning rapidly.

Suddenly, his footsteps halted as an overlooked detail surged into his mind.

That's right!

The Spirit Race's invasion portal was destroyed, but how could such a massive amount of energy just vanish into thin air?

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"According to the law of conservation of energy... pfft, according to the laws of metaphysics, the city—especially near the ruins of the passage—must still have a large amount of pure spiritual energy that hasn't dissipated yet!"

As soon as this thought emerged, it was like lighting a fire under a pot of cold oil, instantly causing it to boil over!

Do it!

Chen Yan didn't hesitate in the slightest; he immediately sat cross-legged, stirred his mind, and activated [Divine Sense Differentiation].

A wisp of formless, intangible divine sense silently detached from Chen Yan's body.

Like a streak of smoke that was difficult to detect, it precisely avoided the gaze of all surveillance cameras and patrol personnel.

It sped toward the "No. 3 Underground Ecological Experimental Base" on the outskirts of the city, which had already been heavily blockaded.

However.

Just as his divine sense avatar was about to touch the edge of those ruins, it felt as if it had suddenly slammed into an invisible, resilient barrier!

A grand, scorching aura, carrying an unquestionable majesty, shrouded the entire area like a physical presence, making one involuntarily feel a sense of awe.

Chen Yan's heart suddenly tightened.

His divine sense "probed" forward cautiously.

He saw the old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in the center of the ruins.

The space around him was faintly distorted, and streams of silver energy, invisible to the naked eye, were pouring into his body in a torrential, almost predatory manner.

It was that old grandmaster—Wang Anguo!

This old grandmaster was clearly well-versed in this path; at this moment, he was monopolizing the situation, refining the most core and pure Spirit Race origin energy in this place!

Before this vast aura, Chen Yan's divine sense was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

He immediately held his breath and focused, not daring to make the slightest movement.

He feared that even a tiny fluctuation would draw the attention of that existence.

"Well, I'm late after all."

"Can't even make it in time for the hot stuff."

Chen Yan felt a wave of helplessness in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

He was still too young after all; he hadn't expected that if he could absorb this energy...

How could a grandmaster bigwig possibly let it go?

However, to return empty-handed?

That was absolutely impossible!

The bigwig eats the meat, so I'll just follow behind and drink some soup, that should be fine, right?

His divine sense avatar immediately changed its strategy!

Like a thieving little mouse, it began to cruise along the outermost perimeter of the area shrouded by that massive aura.

He cautiously extended his mental tentacles, specifically to "pick up" the scattered energy that had been attracted by Grandmaster Wang but ignored due to the distance.

To a grandmaster, this energy was like scraps, but to the current Chen Yan, it was a genuine feast!

I'll be damned... eat, eat, eat!

A wisp of cold, pure energy was absorbed into the divine sense avatar.

[Absorbed dissipated Spirit Race mental origin! Mental power +58!]

[Skill "Meditation Method" proficiency +120!]

[Skill "Divine Sense Differentiation" proficiency +120!]

A series of system notification sounds were like music to his ears!

"This energy is like bugs in a rice jar; as long as you look hard enough, there's always some to be found..."

Chen Yan was greatly encouraged, controlling his divine sense avatar to work even harder at treasure hunting in the "trash heap."

The efficiency of this, compared to bitter cultivation at home all day, was more than ten times higher!

Just as he was enjoying himself and his mental power was growing rapidly, an extremely faint thought quietly slipped into the depths of his consciousness, following the energy he had absorbed.

It wasn't energy, but a piece of... information?

A fragmented image suddenly exploded in his mind!

Endless darkness, and a... massive warship spanning across the sea of stars!

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