Wreckage of the Fallen Starship

Time flows, quietly slipping away.

A month had passed since Mu Yang discovered the Acceleration Space.

With the aid of the Acceleration Space over this month, the mass of ki within Mu Yang's body had steadily grown, gradually condensing to the thickness of a thumb. This was a rare and significant improvement, because under normal cultivation speed, reaching such a level would require at least three or four months of arduous training.

Although this ki was still extremely weak compared to his teacher Aisafu's, it had greatly boosted Mu Yang's confidence in the future, and he trained even more diligently.

That day, as his internal ki increased, Mu Yang could sense a hot current surging through his body.

So he tried to imitate Aisafu's movements and release the Tianxin Style's ki technique.

Mu Yang wore a solemn expression, held his breath and focused his mind, assumed a stance, formed his two fingers into a sword shape, and used all his strength to gather the hot current between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

"Tianxin Ki!"

These energies converged, gradually generating high heat. A glimmer of light flickered at his fingertips, and the Ki Blast was about to be released. With a "whoosh," a faint stream of air shot from his fingertips, but it only flew half a meter before dissipating into a puff of smoke and vanishing.

A dud?

"..."

Mu Yang stared awkwardly at the thin mist before him.

Luckily, no one had seen it, or his debut performance would have been embarrassing.

Releasing a Ki Blast required an overwhelming momentum, channeling all force into a single outlet for a crushing sweep.

The Ki Blast Mu Yang had just released was condensed but not solid, poor in quality, failing to meet the standards in either explosive power or penetration—all because the ki within him was still not strong enough.

Although he had failed to successfully release a Ki Blast this time, Mu Yang silently noted it in his heart without feeling discouraged, and continued his training with even greater focus.

Primeval Mountains, Inner Ring.

The Primeval Mountains stretched for hundreds of kilometers, vast beyond measure. What lay in the deepest depths, even the ancestors of the Tianxin Style, who had been rooted near the mountains for years, had not fully explored the entire Inner Ring territory despite wave after wave of expeditions.

At this moment, deep within the Primeval Mountains, at the boundary between the Inner Ring and the Outer Ring, Mu Yang wandered aimlessly here.

In the distance, the forest was lush and verdant, thick trees towering into the sky, blocking the view. As the terrain rose and fell, these giant trees undulated in a regular rhythm.

Whoosh, a black figure swept past swiftly, vanishing like a fleeting shadow into the forest.

Mu Yang had been in this vast forest for some days now. Combining his recent training results, he moved alone within a small range of the Primeval Mountains' Inner Ring. As long as he stayed cautious, he didn't need to worry too much about safety.

Here, Mu Yang's focus remained razor-sharp, because the threat level of the Inner Ring was different from the Outer Ring. Outside, he could act with ease, but not here. After all, Mu Yang didn't have the strength of Aisafu and the others, so as he walked, his eyes and ears constantly monitored the surroundings. At the slightest sign of disturbance, his body had to react immediately.

This process continued for several days, with Mu Yang only walking along the boundary between the Inner and Outer Rings. Then, as the terrain changed, an open valley gradually appeared before him.

This valley had a crescent-shaped undulation, with peaks rising high on both sides, spreading outward. The entire crescent valley looked as if it had been smashed out by brute force.

He continued forward along the long, narrow canyon.

Suddenly, a stretch of empty, rocky shoal appeared ahead, littered with jagged stones. Near the rocky shoal, some glinting objects caught Mu Yang's attention.

They were scattered metal blocks, quite large in size, covered in green moss with faint traces of mottled rust, clearly having been there for a considerable age.

"Huh, these metal blocks don't look like anything from Earth."

Marveling inwardly, Mu Yang strode forward and reached the vicinity of those large parts in a few steps.

Bending down for a closer look, Mu Yang determined that these were parts fallen from a large mechanical device. Judging by the mottled rust, they had been here for at least several hundred years and were definitely not products of Earth.

With this judgment, Mu Yang began searching the area. Since the valley wasn't very large, he soon discovered a spacecraft half-buried in the soil near a stream.

"It's actually a spaceship!" Mu Yang approached the spacecraft and stared intently. "Too bad it's been so long; the overall structure has been severely oxidized and corroded. There's no hope of repair."

This spacecraft was about seven or eight meters long, half-buried beneath the soil. Perhaps the impact upon its crash had been too violent, the hull itself had fallen apart, and with the relentless erosion of time, it had become like scrap metal, completely beyond repair. Even if there were a chance to fix it, Earth's technology couldn't manage it.

"Let's see if there's anything useful inside."

Though he knew the chances of finding something were slim, seeing the spaceship before him, he couldn't bear to leave without digging out something useful.

The spaceship couldn't be repaired, but if he searched carefully, he might find something valuable.

With that thought, Mu Yang looked around, found a long metal pry bar, and began digging downward. After digging two or three meters deep, he unearthed an object wrapped in a metal box from the wreckage.

Opening the metal box, inside were three lens-shaped items.

"Oh!"

Mu Yang was somewhat surprised, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. The moment he saw the lens-shaped items, he guessed they were something like an Energy Detector. Whether it actually was an Energy Detector, he wasn't entirely sure.

Picking up one lens and weighing it in his hand, it should still be usable, he thought. Mu Yang couldn't guarantee the shelf life of alien technology; who knew how many years had passed, and whether it still worked.

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