[In the 12th year, after eradicating the Gu family, you quietly awaited the return of their so-called ancestor.]
[During this time, you finally examined the storage ring gifted to you by the seven girls.]
[Upon opening it, your eyes widened. Inside lay mountains of wealth—millions of spirit stones glittering with aura, and piles of gold and silver stacked like hills.]
[More importantly, when you extended your divine sense, you discovered that the ring's internal space stretched nearly 1000m³. Within, countless natural treasures and rare herbs were stored, enough to sustain your cultivation for decades.]
[You accepted these resources with satisfaction, then settled down to cultivate, patiently waiting for the Gu ancestor's arrival.]
[A month later, a furious roar shook the skies outside the city. Ending your seclusion, you stepped out to see an old man descending—his expression feral, his face twisted and dripping with blood, like a man consumed by hatred.]
[The moment his eyes fell upon you, he didn't waste a single word. Sensing only your aura of early Foundation Establishment, he immediately unleashed his peak-stage strength in a killing strike.]
[Yet, when the attack landed, it failed to even stir a single strand of your hair.]
[The old man froze in disbelief. A chill ran down his spine as a dreadful premonition welled up within him. Without hesitation, he turned to flee.]
[But how could you allow an enemy who sought your death to escape? With a single palm strike, you shattered his body. In an instant, he was reduced to blood mist, splattering across the ground. From the blood, weeds sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, brimming with strange vitality.]
[After confirming that they were nothing more than ordinary plants, you ignored them and began collecting your spoils.]
[As expected, among the old man's possessions you found a yellow book. After confirming it was genuine, you returned to your cave dwelling to inspect his storage ring.]
[Compared to the one gifted by the seven girls, this ring's space was pitiful—barely a fraction in size. Only then did you realize how precious your own ring truly was.]
[Sweeping your consciousness across its contents, you found several useful items. Among them: the yellow book, a tome titled Introduction to the World, and an identity token inscribed with the words "Holy Sword."]
[Curious, you flipped through the Introduction to the World. There, you learned of the realm you resided in.]
[This world was called the Xuantian Realm. It was divided into four great regions: the Western Wasteland, the Eastern Wilderness, the Northern Sea, and the Southern Deep Forest. You currently dwelled in the Eastern Wilderness.]
[Within the Eastern Wilderness stood four major powers: the Shen Family, the Blood Sword Sect, the Holy Sword Sect, and the Fengyun Holy Land.]
[Of them, rumors claimed the Blood Sword Sect and Holy Sword Sect shared the same origin. As a veteran reader, you immediately believed it. Naturally, the split must have been due to conflict between righteous and demonic paths. Yet despite their rivalry, you knew that life-long enemies were often more reliable than strangers—should either face an external foe, both sects would inevitably join hands against outsiders.]
[As for the Fengyun Holy Land, it was a sect that accepted only female cultivators, a place countless men dreamed of entering. You speculated that Xu Caihua and the other girls likely belonged to this sect.]
[When you finished the book, you noted the lack of details about the Shen Family.]
[As for the Gu family's ancestor, you now understood his identity. He was merely an outer-sect disciple of the Holy Sword Sect.]
[Judging by his aged appearance, his talent must have been poor. Only connections within the sect could have allowed him to join a major force. But in the end, who would care about the death of a washed-up outer disciple? You dismissed the matter.]
[Still, vigilance took root in your heart. Some Gu family members might have escaped your massacre—perhaps out on sect missions or recruited elsewhere due to their ancestor's reputation. Yet you couldn't afford to slaughter wantonly within the great powers, so you shelved the thought and turned your focus to cultivation.]
[Just then, you suddenly remembered the yellow book you had retrieved.]
[Opening it, your breath quickened. Written within was a technique of unimaginable weight.]
[The Prison-Suppressing Divine Body.]
[A legendary body-forging art, said to grant its practitioner unparalleled might—enough to suppress even the heavens upon perfection.]
[Though the manual in your possession was but a fragment, allowing cultivation only to the entry stage, excitement surged through your veins nonetheless.]