Chapter 45

What does it mean for him that the Xin Yellow Grass a type of grass) sprouted on its own?

Shen Duheng watched him from the side, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Fortunately, Shan Heyuan's face was contorted, his breathing remained steady, and his mental cultivation technique flowed smoothly.

As the process continued, Shan Heyuan's aura gradually rose, approaching the Peak Foundation Establishment.

He's about to Core Formation stage.

Shen Duheng realized something and gently turned his head to look at the sky.

The sky was very clear in early summer.

The sky was filled with stars, and clouds drifted by. It was a beautiful summer night, without a trace of Tribulation Lightning.

Shen Duheng frowned.

The environment in Shan Heyuan's Dantian was too superior, and the Spiritual Power was too abundant.

After sprouting inside, the Xin Yellow Grass quickly produced leaves.

The newly sprouted leaves are delicate and tender, only two in number, yet so green they seem to drip with water.

It is also rich in Spiritual Power, and it grows into Core Formation- grade Spirit Plant as soon as it sprouts.

Now, there are already six Spirit Plant in Shan Heyuan's Dantian.

Perhaps from ancient times to the present, no one has ever had so many Spirit Plant in their Dantian.

In a broad sense, his Dantian has indeed become a garden of Spirit Plant.

Although it only contains a small amount of air generated by the Spirit Plant themselves, stable heat, and a little water provided by the Golden Silk Dense Moss, it has everything it needs, and can be said to have formed a new living space.

Shan Heyuan doesn't yet know what his Dantian truly means, but he can keenly sense that it's a very positive change.

The changes in the Dantian were not over yet. As the Xin Yellow Grass grew larger and larger, it finally stabilized at a certain height, and the "rain" in the Dantian stopped.

The Spiritual Power flow no longer turned into rain, but slowly floated upwards, forming a light and thin mist of Spiritual Power.

The platform, bearing so much weight, slowly descended, eventually reaching the bottom of the Dantian, where it was covered by a large patch of Golden Silk Dense Moss, resembling a piece of earth.

Shan Heyuan could feel that his Dantian had become brighter due to the refraction of the Spiritual Qi energy.

A subtle sense of déjà vu, like the creation of the world.

When Shan Heyuan looked inward, he only had this one thought.

He didn't know why things had turned out this way, but he could clearly feel that his Dantian had truly become a small world.

He raised his head and looked at Shen Duheng, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

A look of confusion appeared in Shen Duheng's eyes.

Shan Heyuan struggled to organize his thoughts. "I feel like a whole new world has opened up within my Dantian."

It was hard to describe the feeling; Shan Heyuan scratched his head, unable to think of any specific adjectives to describe how he felt.

He could not only see a small world forming in his Dantian, but he could also sense a profound and mysterious aura of the Great Dao.

After thinking for a moment, Shan Heyuan suddenly reached out his hand and said to Shen Duheng, "Brother Shen, give me your hand."

Shen Duheng offered his hand, which was then grasped and placed on his lower abdomen.

Shan Heyuan quickly said, "I'll open my Dantian for you to see. I don't know how much your Divine Sense can scan; you'll know once you feel it yourself."

The body of a cultivator is extremely complex. Even the most powerful cultivator cannot immediately discern any differences within another cultivator's body.

Shan Heyuan was completely unguarded with Shen Duheng and tried her best to open her body up for him to see.

Shen Duheng placed his warm, strong hand on Shan Heyuan's lower abdomen, his expression somewhat strange.

Shan Heyuan could even sense that the base of his ears was turning slightly red.

A while passed, Shen Duheng didn't say a word.

Shan Heyuan, being an impatient person, couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "How is it? Do you feel anything different?"

"The aura of the Great Dao."

"You really felt it?!" Shan Heyuan exclaimed excitedly. "It seems like there really is the aura of the Heavenly Dao in my Dantian, right? But perhaps because it's relatively small, the aura of the Heavenly Dao isn't complete, and it's a bit different from the aura of the Heavenly Dao outside."

"No," Shen Duheng said solemnly, "It's not that the aura of the Heavenly Dao is incomplete; it's different because its aura is more complete than that of the Heavenly Dao outside."

Shan Heyuan opened his mouth wide. "Huh?"

Shen Duheng: "Our world has always been a world on the verge of death. It is precisely because it is not connected to the upper realm and the Heavenly Dao is incomplete that no cultivators have ascended to immortality for so long, and now there are more and more 'dead' cities."

Shan Heyuan: "Then how do I--"

Shen Duheng: "Perhaps because you are an outsider cultivator who traveled through time and space, you grew up in an environment where the Heavenly Dao was complete, and you also carry the complete imprint of the Heavenly Dao on your body, which is why the small world you created has a complete aura of the Heavenly Dao."

Shan Heyuan: "Then wouldn't I be more powerful than the whole world?"

Shen Duheng nodded solemnly and said in a low voice, "It might be more serious than you think. Don't tell anyone about this, not even your best friend. I'll go look up some information and discuss it with you when I get back."

Shan Heyuan immediately replied, "Besides you, I haven't told anyone else, and no one else knows that I have Spirit Plant planted in my Dantian."

Shen Duheng patted his shoulder and handed him the sword. "Stay home and ask for leave. Don't go to the Sword Reverence Academy tomorrow. I'm going to get a book and I'll be back soon."

Chapter 45

The night was dark, with a bright moon and few stars.

Standing in the room, Shan Heyuan could hear the voices of her neighbors on both sides, as well as the sounds of cats and dogs arguing in the alley outside.

Only inside was an unbearable silence.

He was waiting for Shen Duheng.

Originally, I was sitting and waiting, but I couldn't sit still any longer, so I stood up and moved to the back. But I couldn't stand there either, so I started pacing back and forth in the room.

He looked at the sky outside.

Today is the 12th, close to a full moon, and the sky outside is exceptionally bright.

There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, let alone any ominous clouds.

Logically speaking, given the major incident in his Dantian, there should have been Tribulation Lightning strike, but now there isn't even a Tribulation Lightning of it.

Even though Shan Heyuan's cultivation level wasn't very high, he could still sense that the absence of Tribulation Lightning was truly unusual.

Shan Heyuan was anxious, and the waiting time was particularly unbearable.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting when he suddenly sensed something different outside and quickly leaned out the window to look.

Just as his head poked out, Shen Duheng's tall figure pushed open the door and walked in.

"Brother Shen!" Shan Heyuan, half-pressed against the window, couldn't help but wave excitedly towards the door, calling out in a low voice, "You're finally back."

Shen Duheng flew over on his sword and landed steadily outside his window. He bent down and crawled in. "The journey was quite long, which caused a slight delay."

At this moment, Shan Heyuan didn't care about delaying anything. He leaned out, closed the window and door, and threw out several activated soundproofing talismans and anti-peeping talismans. He also threw a few into the room. "You said you wanted to get the classics, did you get them?"

Shen Duheng took out a yellowed book from his storage ring. "This is it, the notes of the Azure Cloud Dao Ancestor from three thousand years ago."

Shan Heyuan stared at the notebook, holding his breath.

After three thousand years, the paper of this notebook had become extremely fragile, visibly brittle and cracked, with rough edges on the sides, making him hesitant to reach out and take it.

He stopped there.

Shen Duheng looked at him quietly, his eyes shining, without urging him.

At such a close distance, Shan Heyuan could easily see the words on the cover of the journal.

It is simplified Chinese.

He had studied and written simplified Chinese characters for over twenty years, and was extremely familiar with them.

His hand trembled slightly.

Just as he hesitated whether to answer, Shen Duheng's warm and strong hand grabbed his wrist. "Don't be afraid."

Shan Heyuan was burned by the heat of Shen Duheng's palm, and after a moment, he let out a soft "hmm".