Wang Xuan's hand emerged from the surface of the pool, dripping with luminous liquid. The pool, akin to a cradle of life, seemed to nurture the first breath of life from a primordial era. It was miraculous, bestowing rebirth and rejuvenation. 0

"Has anyone else ever reached this place?" Wang Xuan mused, a question he had contemplated even before embarking on his journey. He believed that among the countless practitioners, there must have been those who, like him, sought a tangible realm, venturing to the source of this ethereal world.0

"However, I suspect many might have felt a sense of helplessness, especially those around my level of cultivation. Without a tool like the God-Slaying Banner to expedite their journey, reaching this point would be near impossible." Considering the decade-long flight required to exit the Field of Life without his artifact, the journey was too monotonous and devoid of hope for most.0

In an era where the supernatural was dazzling, who would dare to abandon the established mythological systems and seek a new path? Moreover, the nurturing effect of the three celestial medicines in his Field of Life provided him with the necessary support that others likely lacked. Even with immense willpower, a practitioner of the same realm might find it impossible to venture beyond their Field of Life due to sheer exhaustion.0

"Even I found it challenging....0