Acceleration Space

With that thought, Mu Yang's whole demeanor changed. He began to calm himself, assumed a stance, and practiced the Tianxin Style's martial arts forms.

And sure enough, training here was incredibly effective. As those faint, barely perceptible gases clung to the surface of his body, he could train with almost no depletion whatsoever.

After practicing the Tianxin Style martial arts for half a day, Mu Yang felt that his limbs had fully loosened up. Next, he began cultivating qigong. Training here naturally yielded twice the result with half the effort.

If the training effect outside was rated a 5, then here, it was at least a 15. A full three times as effective!

What a great place, truly a great place. The only drawback was that he had no idea how to leave.

With a regretful sigh, Mu Yang continued condensing the qi within his body.

At that moment, another warm current of qi began coursing through his body. It first made a circuit through his internal organs, then entered every bone through his meridians. Amid a series of crackling pops, every muscle in Mu Yang's body trembled faintly.

The qi then left his muscles and bones, returned to his internal organs, and settled down like fledglings returning to their nest, rhythmically nourishing every cell in his body.

Mu Yang immersed himself in that wonderful sensation as the energy within him steadily increased.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

Mu Yang suddenly made a connection—he had entered this mysterious space because the qi in his body had stimulated the depths of his consciousness during cultivation, opening up this space. As for whether this space truly was a space within his consciousness, there was no need to dwell on it. Following that line of thought, if he used qi here to stimulate the depths of his consciousness again, it surely would not open up yet another space, would it?

At that thought, Mu Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, a sharp gleam shining from them.

Though this was somewhat risky, it was still better than being trapped here until he died.

I'll take the risk.

Mu Yang acted as soon as he decided. He immediately sat cross-legged, adjusted his state of mind, and carefully controlled a thread of energy, imitating the previous process as he sent it surging toward his brain.

Boom!!

When the qi Mu Yang controlled rushed into his consciousness space, it was as though a solid cannonball had suddenly smashed through a thick wall. The mysterious space containing his physical body abruptly twisted in a bizarre manner. Then, a pitch-black fissure appeared out of nowhere, its powerful suction directly pulling Mu Yang inside.

When he came to his senses again, Mu Yang was astonished to find that he had returned to his residence in the Da Qingshan Mountains.

He had really come back!

He could enter and leave that space.

Mu Yang clenched his fists, so excited that he wanted to shout aloud. Then a deep wave of exhaustion suddenly swept over him, draining the color from his face as he nearly collapsed to the ground without strength.

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

Mu Yang was horrified, but he understood in an instant. While that space did not consume physical strength, it consumed his mental energy!

In his current state, he probably could not stay in that space for too long! Otherwise, he would end up like this, feeling completely hollowed out...

"Eh!"

At that moment, he glanced at the color of the horizon. Stars glittered across the pitch-black night sky, their brilliant light hanging overhead like beautiful pearls.

"It's actually night over here?"

Mu Yang remembered that it had still been morning when he entered the mysterious space. He had then been trapped there for more than twenty hours in total. By that calculation, it should not have been night when he came out.

"Could the flow of time in the two spaces be different, like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber?" The speculation suddenly sprang into his mind, making Mu Yang's heart itch with anticipation. For a moment, he even forgot his exhaustion.

If the flow of time in that mysterious space within his consciousness truly differed from the outside world, then he would have plenty of room to work with. Mu Yang felt that he ought to test it, but not now. First, he needed to sleep and recover his energy.

The moment his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep, and he dreamed nothing through the night.

Early the next morning—no, more accurately, early on the third day. Once Mu Yang lay down, he actually slept for two straight days!

Fortunately, Meixia was not around. Otherwise, given how she came by every day, seeing Mu Yang unconscious and unresponsive would probably have caused another uproar.

Early that morning, as the rising sun emerged, Mu Yang found two incense sticks of identical length in his room. He lit them both, inserting one into a crack in the ground while holding the other in his hand.

He then calmed his mind and focused his spirit. After a brief preparation, he opened the passage into the mysterious space once more.

With a whoosh, Mu Yang's body abruptly vanished. About half an incense stick's worth of time later, his body appeared again. Yet the incense stick in his hand had already burned completely away.

Mu Yang compared the two sticks. Looking at the one in his hand, which had been reduced to only a bare stem, then at the one on the ground, which had burned only halfway, his eyes could not help flashing with delighted light.

The flow of time on both sides truly was different. The mysterious space at the other end of his consciousness ran at twice the speed of the outside world.

With time flowing twice as fast, and with the ability to train inside to a certain extent without feeling fatigue, it was practically a holy land for cultivation.

If Mu Yang had still harbored even the slightest doubt about whether he could gain a foothold in the Dragon Ball world when he first arrived, then with this Acceleration Space, he now had complete confidence that he could make a name for himself here.

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

Mu Yang smiled as he named the space. Simple and clear—it accelerated time.

In truth, Mu Yang vaguely felt that the space's uses should not end there. Its function resembling the Hyperbolic Time Chamber might only be one insignificant feature.

In the days that followed, Mu Yang continued honing his fists and kicks in the Da Qingshan Mountains during the day. At night, he entered the "Acceleration Space," using its effects to wash away his body's fatigue while continuing his training diligently within it.

After testing it, Mu Yang found that in his current mental state, he could keep the Acceleration Space open for about three hours—six hours inside. Going beyond that would leave him mentally drained, making him feel as though he were walking on cotton, which would only do more harm than good.

For martial artists in this world, the time they spent training each day was usually limited to a few hours during the day. Those who were more diligent might borrow a little time from the night, but adequate rest remained indispensable.

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

It could be said that, as long as his mental energy allowed it, properly using the Acceleration Space for training was, to a certain extent, equivalent to resting. With this back and forth, Mu Yang's actual training time was more than double that of ordinary people.