In the mountains, a simple thatched cottage, surrounded by vines and a clear spring, not far from a serene lake, provided a haven of peace and quiet. Outside the cottage was a stone table and stools, with a tall Osmanthus tree exuding a calming fragrance. 0

This was a rare experience of detachment from the world for Wang Xuan, away from the bustle of the city and free from the disturbance of wild beasts. He temporarily escaped from the mundane world, immersing himself in the study of the golden bamboo slips, contemplating his future path.0

Over the past two months, even on a New World depleted of transmaterial, his strength had improved.0

"Mist, the first minor realm of transcendence. Stepping into it for the first time, one's spirit sees only darkness and flesh shrouded in dense fog," Wang Xuan pondered his cultivation journey.0

He thought about how the first person to enter this realm must have felt lost and bewildered, trapped in the mist within their own flesh, unable to see the path ahead.0

To better understand the laws and find his way forward, Wang Xuan immersed himself in the mindset of the...0