After the two had walked for a long time, the sky grew dark. Lu Yin sat on a tree and looked at the sky. Who would have thought that the night sky in this place would be so beautiful. 

“Bro, how long will your source futon allow you to stay here for?” the fatty suddenly asked, but then he became annoyed. “I forgot. You’re deaf and mute.”

Lu Yin’s heart jolted. Source futon? That should be that yellow prayer mat. How long I can stay for? That means that there’s a time restriction, and each one is different.

He paused, but then decided to take out the futon and see what the fatty would say. 

But the next moment, his face changed, as he could not access his cosmic ring.

What the heck? Why won’t my cosmic ring open? Lu Yin tried several times, but nothing changed. He suddenly recalled a specific detail: although the fatty was weaker than Lu Yin, he was still an elite genius compared to others. Such a person would definitely have medications on hand, but the youth’s fist was still swollen even now, and he had not used any medications to treat his wounds. Could that be because the fatty’s cosmic ring was also inaccessible? 

Lu Yin laid down and pondered over the fatty’s words from during the day. Firstly, this place was called the Daosource Sect, and in particular, this was where the Daosource Sect used to test applicants who wished to become disciples, otherwise known as First Divine Gate. The fatty’s cultivation style...