Chapter 239: The Minor World System
【Remnant Soul of the Corpse King Jiang: A soulless fragment. Perhaps collecting more fragments could awaken its consciousness.】
【Remnant Soul of the Bone China Bodhisattva: A soulless fragment. Perhaps collecting more fragments could awaken its consciousness.】
The Soul-Pinning Nail and Jade Ring were returned to his character’s inventory, completely intact. He could even take them back into the real world.
However, the ancient and mystical engravings on them had vanished, making them feel like cheap knockoffs rather than the real deal.
But what interested Chen Huai’an the most were these two remnant souls.
If he collected enough, could he actually summon the original beings?!
Just the thought of it sent a chill down his spine.
【Auto-Mode Activated!】
【Please follow the system’s guidance to complete the Minor World refinement.】
Chen Huai’an's perspective shifted.
It was like he had suddenly zoomed out into ultra-wide-angle mode.
Everything—Falling Sunset Peak, the Sword Pavilion, and its surroundings— had collapsed into a small, spherical object.
The world around him was a vast darkness, dotted with twinkling stars.
There were also two other floating spheres nearby.
One was slightly larger, hovering in front of him, but it was barren and desolate.
The other had mountains, rivers, and oceans, floating above him, its size at least ten thousand times larger than the barren one.
It was clearly the Cangyun Realm.
【Please grasp the sphere containing the Sword Pavilion.】
Chen Huai’an hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand on the sphere.
【Now, loudly declare: ‘Refine instantly!’】
This was so embarrassing…
But in the end, he took a deep breath and shouted—
"Refine instantly!!!"
The Sword Pavilion Trembles—The Sky Changes
The moment his voice fell, the sky above the Sword Pavilion transformed.
Clouds scattered. Thunder rumbled.
The once-clear sky darkened within seconds.
The entire mountain range where the Sword Pavilion stood began to quake violently.
In the black storm clouds above, five enormous azure pillars descended from the heavens.
Inside the Scripture Repository, Elder Jiong, who had been meditating, snapped his eyes open and looked toward the sky.
On the back mountain, Da Ha, who had been digging the ground, looked up at the apocalyptic sight—
Within the ancestral shrine, a white-haired sword cultivator, Lin Yuxi, narrowed her eyes.
In the Sword Graveyard, tens of thousands of swords trembled violently.
They surged into the sky, spiraling around her.
"Who is performing a ritual here?!"
"Has the Sword Pavilion offended some great cultivator?!"
Elder Jiong gazed at the five sky-piercing pillars, his forehead instantly drenched in sweat.
Those weren’t just pillars.
A massive hand was reaching down from the void!
What was this mysterious powerhouse trying to do?!
How had their Pavilion Master gone to one Secret Realm and ended up provoking such a terrifying existence?!
"No time to hesitate! Elder Jiong, help me defend the Pavilion!"
Lin Yuxi formed hand seals, and the sky full of flying swords merged into a single, massive blade.
Though its power was overwhelming, compared to the five descending fingers, it was as small as a needle trying to pierce a giant’s palm.
Before her sword even made contact, it had already begun to crack apart.
Blood dripped from Lin Yuxi’s lips.
Forcing her cultivation to peak Soul Fusion had reactivated her old injuries.
In the thunderclouds above, two enormous golden orbs of lightning formed.
Like a pair of eyes, they emerged from the storm, gazing down upon them.
A booming voice echoed across the land, shaking their very souls.
Lin Yuxi and Elder Jiong’s attacks crumbled instantly.
They weren’t injured.
Instead, a gentle force sent them safely back to the peak of Falling Sunset.
Lin Yuxi’s internal injuries were even stabilized by a soft sword intent that entered her body.
"This… this sword intent… feels so familiar…"
Lin Yuxi stared blankly at her hand.
If the other party was strong enough to kill them instantly, why hold back?
At that moment, Elder Jiong’s confusion deepened.
Because a girl in white had just stepped out of a small wooden hut.
"Li Qingran?! When did you return?!"
"Elder Jiong, Master brought me back."
Li Qingran bowed gracefully.
"And… where is the Grandmaster?"
Li Qingran pointed toward the massive azure hand hovering over their heads.
No wonder that sword intent felt familiar.
It was their Grandmaster's sword intent.
Unfortunately, the commotion he caused was so enormous that she hadn't recognized it at first.
But since it was Grandmaster Chen Huai’an, then…
After all—sect gates were made to be torn down and rebuilt.
Out with the old, in with the new.
"Li Qingran, where are the other Sword Pavilion disciples? And what about the Pavilion Master? Shouldn’t you all have returned together?"
Li Qingran gazed at Elder Lin, her expression filled with bitterness.
"Elder Lin, Elder Jiong, it's a long story. Since Master is currently performing a ritual, please come inside, and I’ll explain everything in detail."
The three of them had just stepped into the hut when—
From far across the sky, a voice echoed through the sword cries and rolling thunder.
They could barely make out four distinct words—
"Refine instantly!!!"
【Refinement complete!】 【Since the player has chosen Auto-Mode with Void Refinement Stage 1, the Minor World system has been activated.】 【Click ‘Minor World’ to view your Minor World.】
Chen Huai’an’s perspective remained in Cangyun Realm for a moment.
But—the Sword Pavilion was gone.
In its place was a smooth, flat cut of land, as if the entire mountain range had been erased.
He tapped on Minor World, and his perspective shifted instantly.
On a barren wasteland, there stood a single, lush mountain range—as if someone had just dropped a high-poly model into an unrendered game environment.
At the center of this pristine mountain range was the Sword Pavilion’s sect grounds, perfectly intact.
The peaks, halls, disciples’ abodes, and even his hut atop Falling Sunset Peak were all still there.
"…This isn’t gonna work."
Chen Huai’an rubbed his chin, shaking his head repeatedly.
His Minor World was too barren.
Right now, the Sword Pavilion’s mountains stood alone, looking completely out of place—like someone had just dropped a premium Unreal Engine 5 model into a raw Unreal Engine 4 scene.
And the problem didn’t stop there.
The spiritual energy was thin.
There was no sign of life in the surrounding wasteland.
How could his Sword Pavilion disciples possibly live in such an empty, desolate world?!
But before that—he needed to log out and enter Auto-Mode to conserve his funds.
Once in Auto-Mode, he quickly found a menu labeled—
【Minor World Construction Store】
——— 〈Minor World Construction Store〉 ——— 🔹 Basic Spiritual Energy Module – 3 billion ¥ (Limited-Time Discount!) 🔹 Intermediate Spiritual Energy Module – 15 billion ¥ (Limited-Time Discount!) 🔹 Advanced Spiritual Energy Module – Requirements Not Met
🔹 Tier 1 Prosperous Mountain – 1 million ¥ per mountain 🔹 Tier 1 Prosperous River – 100,000 ¥ per 50 km
🔹 Small Basic Spirit Stone Mine – 30 million ¥ per mine (Covers 100 li with Basic Spiritual Energy) 🔹 Small Intermediate Spirit Stone Mine – 3 billion ¥ per mine (Covers 100 li with Intermediate Spiritual Energy)
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"Wang Defa?!" (What the actual f**?!)*
Chen Huai’an’s temples throbbed just looking at these prices.
This was a money pit!!!
He could exchange real-world artifacts for Spirit Crystals, which could then be used for purchasing features.
Sure, using money now wasn’t ideal, but…
What if, in the future, currency became obsolete, and only Spirit Crystals could be used?
Spirit Crystals were also good for cultivation, so it wouldn’t be a waste.
But for now—beautifying his Minor World could wait.
The Great Secret Realm was about to open.
He needed to retrieve the Sword Pavilion disciples, Su Qinian, and the others.
He still had to find the three personal disciples and track down Yue Qianchi.
There was no time to waste.