Mysterious Place

"These sandbags are too big and clumsy. At this stage, they're no longer useful for auxiliary training. I'll have to go down the mountain and have someone forge a few specialized 'Bracers' for increasing weight."

Mu Yang stared at the sandbags discarded on the ground, recalling the scene of Son Goku training on King Kai's Planet with massive "weights" strapped on. He didn't have equipment that good yet, so he had to settle for using iron as a substitute for now.

Although this world's technology was still in its infancy, with electricity not even widespread in many places, iron-forging techniques should at least be available.

A few days later, a full set of pitch-black metal equipment, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, appeared in Mu Yang's hands. All these metal pieces together weighed over a hundred kilograms, more than enough for Mu Yang's current stage of training.

Putting on these items, Mu Yang quickly threw himself into comprehensive cultivation.

Crossing, punching, bending, stretching his legs... Mu Yang kept drenching himself in sweat within his own courtyard.

Training was a dull and tedious affair. If one couldn't find joy in hardship and seek out the fun in it, then it was bound to be a very painful process. But Mu Yang reveled in it, because he knew that so-called strong individuals were all forged through pressure. In this Dragon Ball world, where strength reigned supreme, if he didn't possess extraordinary perseverance, he would never have a chance to rise above!

Moreover, as his training continued, he could feel his changes every day. His physical toughness was constantly improving, his strength was steadily increasing, and even that faint wisp of ki within him had grown from its original thread-thin state little by little, now able to gather to the thickness of a chopstick inside his body.

Though still not much, it was a good start.

Today's training went on. Unnoticed, that tiny wisp of ki, like an earthworm, began to flow and surge through Mu Yang's body...

The ki started from the heart, bypassed the five organs and six viscera, then followed a faint, seemingly nonexistent little "path," rushing toward the brain.

Everything seemed normal, but then, an unexpected incident occurred.

When the ki reached the area around the brain, it suddenly seemed to sense some kind of force calling to it. It actually left the meridians, entered the cerebral cortex, and settled down within his consciousness.

"Damn, something's wrong."

A scorching, piercing pain came from the depths of his consciousness. Mu Yang's body jolted violently as he snapped awake from his training.

By now, that wisp of ki was no longer under his control. Thump! Thump! Thump! It sounded like a heartbeat, but the noise definitely wasn't coming from his heart—it originated from deep within his consciousness.

Mu Yang's face was filled with horror. His complexion shifted from red to white, then turned ashen, as if he were suffocating. He tried desperately to control the ki in his body, but it was useless. That wisp of ki had latched onto his consciousness like a sapling taking root, and the thread-thin energy wandered through the sea of consciousness, gradually breaking free of its reins.

Boom!! A violent explosion, as if splitting heaven and earth.

Something seemed to have been breached, yet it also felt like nothing had happened. Waves of intense tremors left Mu Yang seeing stars, nearly shattering his sea of consciousness.

When he came back to his senses, Mu Yang shuddered. He realized that his consciousness had appeared in a gray-white space.

This was a peculiar space. Visibility was very low; everything beyond ten meters was completely invisible.

"Where... is this place?"

Mu Yang stared dumbfounded at the scene before him. He had no idea why he was here. Had he, while training, suddenly shattered the void? But that didn't make sense... He pinched his arm hard—it hurt!

Wait, something felt off! A thought struck Mu Yang: could it be that what had entered wasn't his consciousness, but his actual body? And this was a real space?

He quickly checked himself, and the conclusion was that his physical body had really come in! He could still tell the difference between a consciousness form and his true body.

What the hell was going on? As a hardcore Dragon Ball fan, he knew very well that there was no such setting in the Dragon Ball world!

Mu Yang decided to investigate!

He looked around this cramped space. Because the space itself was extremely small, Mu Yang reached the edge after just a few steps. About five or six meters away, there was an invisible barrier blocking him. No matter how hard Mu Yang pushed, he couldn't advance an inch.

"Looks like this space is only about ten meters in diameter." Pressing his palm against the wall at the edge of the space, Mu Yang thought to himself.

"I have to find a way out quickly, or I'll be trapped here. But how do I leave?" Mu Yang sat on the ground in frustration.

This tiny pocket space was filled with nothing but gray-white hues, empty and devoid of anything else, like a gray-white box. It was quite similar to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, but not exactly the same—this place was even more lifeless, and clearly had no supplies of any kind.

This ten-meter-wide space was nothing but a cage, and he was locked inside it!

Damn! In other novels, when protagonists encountered situations like this, it was usually a sign of a "golden finger" appearing. Why had it turned out like this for him?

Was there a bug in his life?

Time ticked by, second after second. This gray-white space remained as unchanging as the eternal starry sky.

Soon, six or seven hours passed, and Mu Yang still hadn't found a way out. But strangely, after all that time, he didn't feel the slightest bit hungry.

It was as if his body's consumption had come to a complete halt.

No, to be precise, it wasn't that his body's consumption had stopped. Mu Yang could sense that all his bodily functions were normal.

The reason lay in this space. Throughout it, there was a faint, free-floating gas everywhere, constantly replenishing his body's consumption.

His eyes lit up. If he could come and go freely, this would be an excellent place for training.

"Sigh!" Mu Yang let out a deep breath. What was the use of thinking so much? After all this time, he had already determined that this space wouldn't send him out on its own. A portable old grandpa, a system, or anything like that—none of it existed.

At least he wouldn't starve to death here, since he didn't feel hungry.

Since there was no danger to his life and he couldn't get out for the time being, Mu Yang decided to just train here. Maybe as his strength increased, he could break the confinement of this place and return to his original world!