Although Yan Xiaobao knew all of this, he also understood that if he relied on a magical pill each week and fought against beasts, he might be able to balance the faint imbalance within himself.
When Yan Xiaobao consumed the pill, he ensured the activation of the blue cloud within his Dantian Cave. His entire body suddenly felt light, as a gentle blue sensation enveloped him. Energy from both heaven and earth surged toward his body, trying to compel him to absorb more than his body’s capacity could handle.
Amidst the process of the blue cloud enveloping him, Yan Xiaobao entered deep meditation, while Lan Feng kept a vigilant watch. He focused on cultivating for a long time, aiming to fully integrate the energy derived from the pill.
That day, he meditated for about seven hours until night fell. Yan Xiaobao exhaled deeply, and suddenly, a pearl-white mist emerged from his mouth. This startled both the man and the Phoenix. The mist rose slowly into the air before dissipating, vanishing into nothingness.
As soon as the white mist disappeared into the thin air, the blue cloud around Yan Xiaobao became sturdier than before, with shimmering stars starting to twinkle within it. Looking at the cloud, it no longer resembled a mere mist; it now seemed like a moonless night illuminated by thousands of stars.
Gazing at this breathtakingly beautiful scene, Yan Xiaobao stretched out his hands and felt a soft, tender texture—a sensation he had never experienced before that left him puzzled. When he touched a cloud that now resembled the sky, a deep tremor coursed through it before all the stars flowed into Yan Xiaobao’s body. They moved seamlessly, bypassing his clothes with ease before they disappeared into the void, as if those stars had never existed.
"Hmm, Lan Feng," Yan Xiaobao called out, but the Phoenix simply shook its head, equally dumbstruck. His theory was that every door and object within his Dantian came from his previous lives. So far, there remained a patch of red mist, which evidently belonged to a bloodthirsty Magic Beast. Then, there was a green pearl, which most likely belonged to a greedy therapist during his lifetime. Wu Wei’s wings—where they originated—still sparked questions; however, the greatest uncertainty was the constant evolution of the blue cloud.
At first, Lan Feng imagined it to belong to one of the priests devoted to cultivation. It was serene and beautiful, enhancing the speed of cultivation. Everything fit perfectly—until today. Lan Feng had never encountered anything , and clearly neither had Yan Xiaobao. Yet for now, he felt much better than before. Deep within him, something was growing, though he could not explain what it was.
Instead, he decided to leave the leaves of Haii behind and return to the forest, where he could search for beasts. Although it was no longer early morning, Yan Xiaobao didn’t care. The beasts were awakened now, and he needed to train.
Yan Xiaobao descended from a tree branch 100 meters to the ground without making any noise. He quickly surveyed the surroundings and scanned his spiritual energy, sensing the presence of numerous beasts within his range.
Among the many lower-ranked beasts, Yan Xiaobao’s attention was captured by a lynx-like beast he had never encountered before. A beast slightly stronger than himself, with determination gleaming in its eyes. Yan Xiaobao darted toward it like a shadow, silent as the night, agile like a cat. The sound he emitted was so faint that even a beast stronger than the lynx would struggle to notice the presence of a human.