Acceleration Space

With this thought, Mu Yang's entire demeanor shifted. He calmed himself, assumed a stance, and began practicing punches and kicks according to the routines of the Tianxin Style.

And truly, the training effect here was remarkable. As those faint, intangible gases adhered to the surface of his body, he was essentially cultivating without any energy loss whatsoever.

After half a day of practicing the Tianxin Style martial arts, Mu Yang felt his limbs and joints were fully loosened up. Next, he began training in qigong, and cultivating here naturally yielded twice the results with half the effort.

If the training effect in the outside world was 5, then here it was at least 15—a full three times the effect!

A wonderful place, truly a wonderful place. The only drawback was that he didn't know how to leave.

Letting out a regretful sigh, Mu Yang continued to condense the qi within his body.

At that moment, another warm current of energy began to surge through his body. It first made a circuit through his five viscera and six bowels, then followed the meridians into every bone in his body. With a crisp series of crackling sounds, every muscle in Mu Yang's body trembled slightly.

Next, this energy left his muscles and bones, returned to his internal organs, and then settled down like a fledgling returning to its nest, rhythmically nourishing every cell in his body.

Mu Yang immersed himself in this wonderful sensation as the energy within him gradually increased.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

Mu Yang made a sudden connection—he had entered this mysterious space because the qi within him, during cultivation, had stimulated the depths of his consciousness, thereby opening up this space. As for whether this space was actually his own consciousness space, he didn't need to dwell on it. If he followed this line of thought, then if he used qi to stimulate the depths of his consciousness again while inside this space, it shouldn't open up another space, right?

At this thought, Mu Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, a sharp gleam shining from his pupils.

Such an action was somewhat risky, but it was still better than being trapped here to death.

Time to take a risk.

Mu Yang acted on the thought immediately. He sat down cross-legged, adjusted his mindset, and carefully controlled a strand of energy, mimicking the previous process, directing it toward his brain.

Boom!!

When the qi Mu Yang controlled surged into his consciousness space, it was like a solid pellet suddenly smashing through a thick wall. The mysterious space where his physical body currently resided twisted in a bizarre distortion. Then, a pitch-black crack appeared out of nowhere, carrying a powerful devouring force that directly sucked Mu Yang's body inside.

When he came to his senses again, Mu Yang was startled to find himself back in his dwelling in the Da Qingshan Mountains.

He was really back!

He could enter and exit that space.

Mu Yang clenched his fists, his emotions surging so intensely he wanted to shout out loud. But then a deep fatigue suddenly swept over him, draining the color from his face and leaving him almost powerless, collapsing to the ground.

What's going on! His body clearly had strength, so why did he feel so exhausted?

Mu Yang was horrified, but he quickly understood. While the space didn't consume physical stamina, it consumed his mental energy!

Given his current state, he probably couldn't stay in that space for too long! Otherwise, he'd end up like this, feeling completely drained...

"Oh!"

At that moment, he glanced at the color of the sky. In the pitch-black night, stars glittered, their brilliant light hanging in the night sky like beautiful pearls.

"It's nighttime here?"

Mu Yang remembered that it had been morning when he entered that mysterious space, and he had been trapped there for about twenty-something hours. By his calculations, it shouldn't be night when he came out.

"Could the time flow in the two spaces be different, like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber?" This speculation suddenly arose in his mind, making Mu Yang itch with curiosity, momentarily forgetting his fatigue.

If the time flow in that mysterious space within his consciousness really was different from the outside world, then he had a lot of room to maneuver. Mu Yang felt he should test it, but not now. First, he needed to sleep and restore his energy.

He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, and had no dreams all night.

The next morning—no, to be precise, it was the morning of the third day. It turned out that once Mu Yang lay down, he slept continuously for two days!

Fortunately, Meixia wasn't around. Otherwise, with her habit of dropping by every day, seeing Mu Yang unconscious and unresponsive would have likely caused a huge commotion.

Early that morning, as the rising sun appeared, Mu Yang fetched two sticks of incense of equal length from his room. He lit them, stuck one into a crack in the ground, and held the other in his hand.

Then, he calmed his mind and focused. After a brief moment of preparation, he opened the passage to the mysterious space again.

With a whoosh, Mu Yang's body suddenly vanished. About half an incense stick's time later, his body reappeared. But by then, the incense stick he had been holding had burned completely away.

Mu Yang compared the two incense sticks. He looked at the one in his hand, now just a bare stick, then at the one on the ground, which had only burned halfway. His eyes couldn't help but burst with joyful light.

The time flow in the two places really was different. The mysterious space at the other end of his consciousness was twice as fast as the outside world.

A time flow twice as fast, and to some extent, allowing one to train inside without feeling fatigue—it was practically a cultivation paradise.

If the newcomer Mu Yang had had even a shred of doubt about whether he could make a name for himself in the Dragon Ball world, now, with that Acceleration Space, he was completely confident he could carve out his own place here.

"Haha, let me give that space a name first. I'll call it 'Acceleration Space.'"

Mu Yang smiled as he named the space—simple and clear, referring to time acceleration.

In truth, deep down, Mu Yang vaguely felt that the space's utility might not end there. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber-like function might just be one of its insignificant minor features.

In the days that followed, Mu Yang would still spend his days in the Da Qingshan Mountains honing his fists and feet. At night, he would enter the Acceleration Space, using its effects to wash away his physical fatigue and diligently continue his training inside.

Through testing, Mu Yang discovered that with his current mental state, he could sustain the Acceleration Space for about three hours—six hours internally. Exceeding that time would cause mental fatigue, leaving him feeling like he was walking on cotton, which would be counterproductive.

Generally, martial artists in this world only had a few hours during the day to train. The more diligent ones might also borrow some time at night, but adequate rest was essential.

But Mu Yang was different. With the help of the Acceleration Space, he could not only train during the day but also squeeze in extra practice at night.

It should be said that, within the limits of his mental energy, using the Acceleration Space for training was, to some extent, equivalent to resting. With this back-and-forth, Mu Yang's actual training time was more than double that of an ordinary person.