The inside of the tree was far more spacious than it appeared from the outside.
Layers of natural chambers spiraled upward, illuminated by faint, living light that pulsed gently with each breath of the tree itself.
It felt less like a residence and more like a sanctuary – quiet, ancient, and watchful.
Yu Xuan chose a spot near the inner wall and sat down, crossing his legs to meditate.
This run was… different.
He hadn't died yet.
That alone already placed it far above his previous attempts.
Not only that, he had begun to encounter beings whose very existence challenged his understanding of cultivation and mortality.
'Seriously… how are they mortal?' Yu Xuan wondered, frowning slightly.
Those people, no, those monsters were clearly capable of killing him effortlessly, and yet every single one of them was bound by the rules of this Land of Mortality, becoming a mortal.
It made no sense.
'Is this an innate racial difference?' he thought.
