The first attempt failed within seventeen seconds.
Lin Feng sat in the private cultivation chamber, his consciousness divided into nine streams, each focused on a different aspect of pocket space creation. Three streams maintained the spatial structure he was attempting to build—a simple cubic meter of isolated space. Three more channeled spiritual energy through geometric patterns designed to stabilize the boundaries. Two monitored the interaction between normal space and the pocket space he was trying to create. The ninth maintained overall awareness and tactical readiness.
The failure point was obvious in retrospect. He had tried to create the pocket space by separating it from normal space, carving it away like removing a piece from a whole. But space didn't work that way. You couldn't subtract from infinity and expect stability.
Grand Elder Bingxin observed from across the chamber, her expression unreadable. She had been watching for three hours as Lin Feng worked through iteration after iteration, each one failing in different ways. Some collapsed immediately. Others lasted several seconds before destabilizing. One had managed forty-three seconds before the boundaries fractured and the pocket space dissolved back into normal reality.
"You're approaching this like a traditional formation," Grand Elder Bingxin said after the seventeenth failure. "But Elder Wei's analysis suggested your formations work because they're not traditional. What are you doing differently in your successful formations versus these pocket space attempts?"
Lin Feng considered the question, pulling his consciousness back into unified awareness to think more clearly. His successful formations—the ones that actually worked—all shared a common principle. They didn't impose structure on space. They revealed structure that already existed within space, then reinforced it through spiritual energy.
"I'm not building the space," Lin Feng said slowly, understanding crystallizing. "I need to find it."
"Explain," Grand Elder Bingxin prompted.
Lin Feng stood and began pacing, a habit he had developed when working through complex theoretical problems. "Void cultivation teaches that emptiness isn't absence—it's potential. Space isn't empty. It's full of potential configurations, possible structures that haven't manifested yet. When I create formations, I'm not forcing space into a shape. I'm identifying a potential configuration and making it real through spiritual energy."
"And pocket spaces?"
"Pocket spaces might already exist as potential configurations within normal space. I don't need to create them. I need to find them and stabilize them into manifestation."
Grand Elder Bingxin's expression shifted slightly—not quite a smile, but close. "That's a sophisticated insight for someone who has been studying pocket dimension theory for less than a day. How would you test this hypothesis?"
Lin Feng's consciousness immediately began dividing again, but this time with a different focus. Instead of trying to build a pocket space, he extended his spatial perception as far as it would reach, searching for irregularities in the structure of reality itself.
Fifteen meters. That was the current limit of his detailed spatial perception, though he could sense vague impressions of spatial structure up to thirty meters away. Within that sphere, he could perceive space not as empty distance but as geometric patterns—angles, curves, densities, and potentials.
And there, approximately eight meters above him and two meters to the left, he sensed something unusual. A tiny pocket of space that felt different from its surroundings. Not separate, but distinct. Like a fold in fabric that created a small depression without breaking the material.
Lin Feng focused his attention on that irregularity, three consciousness streams dedicated entirely to mapping its structure. It was small—perhaps the size of his fist. The boundaries were unstable, constantly fluctuating as the natural flow of spiritual energy in the environment disturbed it. Without stabilization, it would collapse back into normal space within minutes or hours.
But it existed. A natural pocket space, waiting to be recognized and reinforced.
"I found one," Lin Feng said quietly.
Grand Elder Bingxin stood immediately, her spiritual perception extending to encompass the chamber. Lin Feng felt her awareness brush against the pocket space he had identified, examining it from angles his consciousness hadn't considered.
"Natural spatial fluctuation," she confirmed. "Unstable, temporary, and completely useless in its current state. But you're right—it exists. Can you stabilize it?"
Lin Feng began constructing a formation around the pocket space, but this time with completely different principles. Instead of trying to separate the pocket from normal space, he created geometric patterns that reinforced its boundaries while maintaining connection to reality. The formation didn't isolate—it anchored.
His consciousness streams worked in perfect coordination. Three maintained spatial perception, tracking the pocket space's boundaries in real-time. Three constructed the formation, building three-dimensional geometric structures that wrapped around the pocket like supporting architecture. Two channeled spiritual energy through the formation, providing the power needed to stabilize fluctuating boundaries. The ninth monitored everything, ready to abort if the pocket space showed signs of catastrophic collapse.
The formation took shape over the course of ninety seconds. When Lin Feng finally completed the final geometric connection, spiritual energy flooded through the structure, and the pocket space stabilized.
It held.
Five seconds. Ten. Thirty. A full minute passed, and the pocket space remained stable, its boundaries no longer fluctuating randomly but held firm by the supporting formation.
"How much spiritual energy is this consuming?" Grand Elder Bingxin asked.
Lin Feng checked his reserves. "Approximately one percent per minute. Sustainable for about an hour and a half at my current cultivation level."
"And if you advanced to Divine Domain Level 7?"
"Three to four hours, possibly longer if I can improve the formation's efficiency."
Grand Elder Bingxin circled the stabilized pocket space, her spiritual perception analyzing every detail. "The formation itself is elegant. You're not fighting natural processes—you're working with them. The spiritual energy cost is high because you're maintaining active stabilization, but the principle is sound."
She extended one hand toward the pocket space, her spiritual energy probing the boundaries. "Can anything enter this space?"
"I... don't know," Lin Feng admitted. "The formation stabilizes the boundaries, but I haven't tested whether physical matter or spiritual energy can cross them."
"Then we test it."
Grand Elder Bingxin produced a small jade token from her storage ring and tossed it gently toward the pocket space. The token approached the boundary, and for a moment, Lin Feng thought it would simply bounce off. But instead, it passed through the boundary with a faint ripple of spatial distortion and disappeared from normal space.
Three of Lin Feng's consciousness streams immediately focused on tracking the token. He could still sense it, existing within the pocket space, though it was no longer visible in normal reality. The pocket space had accepted physical matter.
"Retrieve it," Grand Elder Bingxin instructed.
Lin Feng extended his consciousness into the pocket space, a strange sensation like reaching into a room that existed sideways to normal reality. He could perceive the token floating within the pocket space, suspended in what felt like the absence of normal physical laws. With careful spiritual energy manipulation, he guided the token back through the boundary and into normal space.
Grand Elder Bingxin caught it smoothly. "Functional entry and retrieval. That's significant progress." She paused, considering. "Can you create a larger pocket space?"
"Not with natural fluctuations," Lin Feng said. "That pocket was unusually large for a natural formation. Most are much smaller—the size of a grain of rice or smaller. To create a larger pocket space, I would need to identify multiple natural pockets and connect them through formation structures."
"Show me."
Lin Feng extended his spatial perception again, this time searching systematically for natural pocket spaces within his range. He found seven more—six tiny ones barely the size of seeds, and one slightly larger than his thumb. None were positioned conveniently for connection, but the principle could be tested.
He chose the three largest natural pockets and began constructing a formation that would link them together. This was significantly more complex than stabilizing a single pocket. The formation needed to bridge the physical distance between pockets in normal space while maintaining their connection in pocket space. It required three-dimensional geometric structures that existed simultaneously in both spatial frameworks.
His consciousness divided further, pushing toward the theoretical limit of nine streams plus the unified perspective provided by consciousness expansion. The formation took shape slowly, each geometric element requiring precise placement and timing. One mistake would destabilize all three pockets simultaneously.
After seven minutes of intense concentration, Lin Feng completed the linking formation. Spiritual energy flooded through the structure, and the three separate pocket spaces merged into a single larger space approximately the size of a human torso.
The spiritual energy consumption immediately tripled. Lin Feng could sustain this for perhaps thirty minutes before depleting his reserves completely.
"Functional linkage," Grand Elder Bingxin observed. "Though the energy cost is prohibitive. You would need Divine Domain Level 8 or 9 to maintain a pocket space large enough for human occupation for any meaningful duration."
"Unless I can find a way to reduce the active stabilization cost," Lin Feng said. His mind was already working through possibilities, consciousness streams analyzing the formation from multiple angles. "Currently, I'm using spiritual energy to actively hold the boundaries stable. But if I could create a formation that made the pocket space self-stabilizing..."
"That would require fundamental changes to how pocket spaces interact with reality," Grand Elder Bingxin said. "You're essentially talking about making a temporary spatial fluctuation permanent."
"Is that impossible?"
"At your cultivation level? It should be." Grand Elder Bingxin's expression shifted into something that might have been approval. "But then, stabilizing natural pocket spaces should also be impossible at Divine Domain Level 6. You have a talent for achieving what theory says you cannot."
Lin Feng allowed the linked pocket space to collapse, conserving his spiritual energy. The formation dissolved, and the three natural pockets returned to their original unstable state. Within minutes, they would disappear entirely, reabsorbed into the normal flow of spatial fluctuation.
"Can this technique be applied to Elder Shadow's pocket dimension?" Lin Feng asked.
"That's the tactical question, isn't it?" Grand Elder Bingxin settled back into her observation position. "Elder Shadow's dimension is maintained through demonic cultivation—fundamentally different principles than your spatial-geometric approach. However, if you could identify the natural pocket spaces he's used as foundation points and destabilize them..."
"The entire dimension would collapse."
"Potentially. Or it might fracture into separate unstable pockets, trapping everyone inside in isolated spaces. Or Elder Shadow's formations might be sophisticated enough to maintain stability even after losing their natural anchors." Grand Elder Bingxin's tone carried warning. "This is still highly theoretical, Lin Feng. You've proven you can stabilize natural pockets, which is significant progress. But destabilizing an actively maintained pocket dimension from within is an entirely different challenge."
"I understand." Lin Feng sat back down, beginning meditation to recover his depleted spiritual energy. "But now we know it's possible in principle. That's better than pure theory."
"Indeed. We have two more days before your deadline. I suggest you spend them in synchronized cultivation with Yun Qingxue, advancing toward Divine Domain Level 7 while continuing to refine your pocket space techniques. The more spiritual energy you have available, the longer you can maintain stability during the operation."
"And if I can't reach Level 7 in two days?"
"Then we assess whether Level 6 is sufficient or whether we need to extend the timeline." Grand Elder Bingxin stood, preparing to leave. "Rest now. Tomorrow we test whether you can enter a pocket space you've created and maintain awareness of both it and normal reality simultaneously. That capability will be critical if you're going to navigate Elder Shadow's dimension safely."
After Grand Elder Bingxin departed, Lin Feng remained in meditation, his consciousness working through everything he had learned. Creating pocket spaces wasn't about force—it was about recognition and reinforcement. That fundamental insight changed everything.
A knock at the door pulled him from meditation. "Enter," he called.
Yun Qingxue stepped inside, her expression carrying the mixture of concern and determination that had become familiar through their dao companion bond. Even before speaking, Lin Feng felt her emotional state through their connection—proud of his progress, worried about the risks, absolutely committed to supporting whatever decision he made.
"I heard about your success," Qingxue said, sitting across from him. "Grand Elder Bingxin was... almost impressed."
"Almost?"
"She said you demonstrated adequate competence for preliminary testing." Qingxue's lips quirked slightly. "Which, translated from her typical communication style, means she thinks you achieved something remarkable."
Lin Feng smiled despite himself. Grand Elder Bingxin's consistent understated responses to his accomplishments had become a running observation between them.
"How much did she tell you about the testing schedule?" Lin Feng asked.
"Enough to know that tomorrow you'll be attempting something dangerous." Qingxue's expression grew more serious. "Entering a pocket space while maintaining consciousness in normal space. If something goes wrong..."
"Then the anchor point—you or Grand Elder Bingxin—pulls me back immediately." Lin Feng reached across the space between them, taking her hand. Physical contact strengthened their dao companion bond, allowing deeper emotional and spiritual connection. "I won't take unnecessary risks, Qingxue. But this capability could eliminate Elder Shadow's threat months ahead of schedule."
"I know." Through their bond, he felt her internal conflict—understanding the tactical necessity while hating the danger it required. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."
"No," Lin Feng agreed. "But you'll be there tomorrow when I test it. And if the council approves the operation, you'll maintain my anchor point during the actual infiltration. I trust you more than anyone else to pull me back if something goes wrong."
"Always," Qingxue said firmly. "Now, we should begin synchronized cultivation. Grand Elder Bingxin is right—advancing toward Level 7 needs to be your primary focus over the next two days."
They settled into cultivation positions facing each other, their dao companion bond automatically synchronizing their spiritual energy circulation. This had become natural over the past weeks—no longer requiring conscious effort, their cultivation rhythms aligned instinctively.
As spiritual energy flowed between them, accelerating their individual progress through resonance, Lin Feng felt the familiar sensation of consciousness expansion that occurred during deep synchronization. His awareness extended beyond his own perspective to include Qingxue's, creating a unified viewpoint that perceived reality from two positions simultaneously.
Through this expanded consciousness, Lin Feng could feel the progress of his cultivation in ways impossible from a single perspective. He could sense his own advancement and Qingxue's simultaneously, identifying patterns and insights that neither could see alone.
Divine Domain Level 7 felt closer than it had before. Not tomorrow, probably not even in two days. But within reach—perhaps a week, maybe less if he could maintain this level of synchronized cultivation consistently.
We're going to survive this, Qingxue's consciousness touched his through their bond.
We're going to do more than survive, Lin Feng responded. We're going to eliminate a Sovereign Monarch level threat and change the tactical situation on the entire Eastern Continent.
The impossible made possible again?
Exactly.
They cultivated together through the night, their spiritual energies intertwining in patterns that would have been impossible for either alone. By morning, Lin Feng felt noticeably stronger—not a breakthrough, but solid progress toward the next level. Perhaps five percent closer to Divine Domain Level 7.
At this rate, with continued synchronized cultivation and the pressure of actual combat testing, he might reach Level 7 within the timeline after all.
When dawn light filtered through the chamber windows, they concluded their cultivation session and prepared for the day's testing. Grand Elder Bingxin would arrive within the hour, and then Lin Feng would attempt something no Divine Domain cultivator had ever accomplished—conscious existence in both normal space and pocket space simultaneously.
Just another impossible achievement to add to his growing collection.
Grand Elder Bingxin arrived precisely at the expected time, accompanied by Elder Wei and, surprisingly, Patriarch Zhang Tian from Azure Sky Sect. The Azure Sky Patriarch's presence made Lin Feng immediately cautious—observers meant the testing would be evaluated for more than just technical success.
"Patriarch Zhang Tian wishes to observe your capabilities directly," Grand Elder Bingxin explained. "Given Azure Sky's investment in the intelligence that made this operation possible, and their commitment to defensive support, I judged his presence acceptable. Do you object?"
Lin Feng considered carefully. Demonstrating capabilities to Azure Sky increased the likelihood they would attempt recruitment or, if that failed, consider him a threat to be eliminated. But refusing their observation would damage the alliance that might be critical during the operation itself.
"No objection," Lin Feng said. "Though I reserve the right to decline questions about void cultivation techniques specifically."
"Fair enough," Patriarch Zhang Tian said. "I'm here to observe your spatial manipulation capabilities, not steal cultivation secrets. Azure Sky has its own methods—we're evaluating whether your approach can accomplish what you claim."
"Then let's begin," Grand Elder Bingxin said. "Lin Feng, create a pocket space large enough for human entry. We'll start with you maintaining the formation from normal space while extending consciousness into the pocket. Once that's stable, we'll attempt full physical entry."
Lin Feng extended his spatial perception, searching for natural pocket spaces within range. He found eleven, including several he had identified the previous day that had reformed after collapsing. He selected the three largest and began constructing the linking formation.
This time, the process went faster. Eighteen hours of practice had refined his technique considerably. The geometric structures took shape more efficiently, the spiritual energy channels flowing more smoothly. Within four minutes, he had created a linked pocket space approximately one meter cubed—large enough for a person to crouch inside, though not comfortably.
The spiritual energy consumption remained high—about three percent per minute, sustainable for thirty minutes before depletion.
"Stable formation," Elder Wei observed, his spiritual perception analyzing the structure. "The geometric principles are consistent with what we discussed yesterday. The linkage between natural pockets is maintained through... I'm not sure what to call those connections. Spatial bridges?"
"That's accurate enough," Lin Feng said. "They're geometric structures that exist in both normal space and pocket space simultaneously, creating continuity between the two frameworks."
"Fascinating," Patriarch Zhang Tian said. "Now, extend your consciousness into the pocket space while maintaining awareness of normal space."
Lin Feng had practiced this briefly the previous evening, but always with small pockets that couldn't accommodate human consciousness comfortably. A larger space should be easier, but it would also test whether consciousness expansion could function across spatial frameworks.
He divided his consciousness into nine streams plus the unified perspective from consciousness expansion. Three streams remained focused on normal space, monitoring his physical body and the surrounding environment. Three extended into the pocket space, exploring its interior structure. Two maintained the formation itself, keeping the boundaries stable. The ninth provided overall tactical awareness.
The sensation was disorienting—existing in two spatial frameworks simultaneously, each with its own geometric rules and perceptual qualities. In normal space, distance and direction followed intuitive physical laws. In pocket space, those same concepts felt stretched and compressed, directions that didn't quite align with normal reality.
But his consciousness adapted. The expanded awareness that allowed him to perceive from multiple perspectives found this division natural, like opening another window into reality rather than fragmenting attention impossibly.
"I'm maintaining stable consciousness in both spaces," Lin Feng reported. "The perception is unusual, but manageable."
"Can you perform complex actions in pocket space while maintaining formation stability?" Grand Elder Bingxin asked.
Lin Feng extended spiritual energy into the pocket space, creating a simple light formation—just a basic application of energy that would illuminate the interior. The formation took shape normally, though it required one of his consciousness streams to divide its attention between spatial monitoring and formation creation.
The light flickered into existence within the pocket space, visible only to spiritual perception but clearly functional.
"Confirmed," Lin Feng said. "I can perform spiritual techniques within pocket space while maintaining the stabilization formation."
"Excellent," Grand Elder Bingxin said. "Now we test physical entry. I'll maintain an anchor point connected to your physical body. If anything goes wrong, I'll pull you back to normal space immediately. Are you ready?"
Lin Feng took a deep breath, centering himself. This was the critical test. Everything until now had been preparation—consciousness extension, formation creation, spatial manipulation. But actually entering a pocket space with his physical body crossed into truly unprecedented territory.
"Ready," he confirmed.
Grand Elder Bingxin's spiritual energy wrapped around Lin Feng like invisible threads, creating an anchor connection between his physical body and normal space. He could feel the connection clearly—a lifeline that would allow forced extraction if necessary.
With that safety measure in place, Lin Feng approached the pocket space boundary. His spatial perception showed it clearly—a fold in reality, held stable by geometric formations, waiting to accept entry.
He extended one hand toward the boundary.
The sensation was like pushing through thick syrup—resistance that yielded gradually rather than breaking suddenly. His hand crossed the boundary, and immediately, his spatial perception fractured into incompatible frameworks. In normal space, his hand was extended into empty air. In pocket space, his hand existed in a completely different geometric configuration, reaching into an isolated cubic meter of space that shouldn't be compatible with normal physical laws.
Lin Feng pushed forward, allowing more of his body to cross the boundary. The disorientation intensified—his consciousness struggling to reconcile the different spatial frameworks his body now occupied. Half in normal space, half in pocket space, existing in two geometric configurations simultaneously.
This is wrong, his tactical awareness warned. The body can't exist in two incompatible spaces.
But void cultivation had taught him that impossibility was often just lack of understanding. His body didn't need to choose between spatial frameworks—it needed to exist in both simultaneously, accepting the contradiction rather than resolving it.
Lin Feng released his attachment to spatial consistency and simply allowed himself to be present in both configurations at once.
The disorientation resolved into clarity. His body existed in normal space and pocket space simultaneously, each framework perceiving him according to its own geometric rules. From outside, observers would see his physical form standing normally. From inside the pocket space, he occupied the entire cubic meter, his presence filling the available volume.
Both perceptions were accurate. Both were real.
"I'm fully inside the pocket space," Lin Feng reported, his voice sounding strange to his own ears—present in both spaces, echoing between frameworks. "Consciousness remains stable across both spatial configurations."
Through Grand Elder Bingxin's anchor, he felt her amazement transmitted as pure spiritual awareness. What he was accomplishing shouldn't be possible—not just difficult or dangerous, but theoretically impossible according to established cultivation theory.
But here he was. Existing in pocket space while maintaining perfect awareness of normal space. Stabilizing the formation that created the pocket while inhabiting it. Consciousness divided across nine streams plus unified expansion, all functioning perfectly despite the spatial contradiction.
Patriarch Zhang Tian's voice reached him from normal space, slightly distorted by the spatial boundary. "Can you move within the pocket space?"
Lin Feng attempted movement, and immediately understood why this question mattered. In normal space, movement meant changing position relative to fixed reference points. In pocket space, those reference points didn't exist in the same way. Movement became less about position and more about relationship to the boundary itself.
He experimented with different approaches, his consciousness streams analyzing the problem from multiple angles. Eventually, he discovered he could manipulate his position within pocket space by adjusting his spiritual energy distribution relative to the boundary formations. Not movement in the traditional sense, but a shift in spatial relationship that achieved similar results.
"Yes," Lin Feng confirmed. "Though the mechanics are different from normal movement. I'm adjusting my spiritual presence relative to the pocket's geometric structure rather than physically relocating."
"Sufficient for navigation purposes," Patriarch Zhang Tian said. "Now exit the pocket space and report on the experience."
Lin Feng reversed the process, pulling his physical body back through the boundary into normal space. The transition felt smoother than entry—his consciousness already understood how to reconcile the different spatial frameworks, making the shift more natural.
He emerged completely into normal space, his body once again occupying a single geometric configuration. The pocket space remained stable behind him, held by formations that continued functioning automatically.
"Experience report," Grand Elder Bingxin prompted.
"Entry requires accepting spatial contradiction—existing in incompatible frameworks simultaneously," Lin Feng said. "Once that acceptance is achieved, consciousness can maintain stability across both spaces. Movement within pocket space follows different mechanics than normal space, but is functional with practice. The spiritual energy cost of maintaining both presence and formation is approximately five percent per minute—sustainable for twenty minutes at my current cultivation level."
"And at Level 7?" Patriarch Zhang Tian asked.
"Forty to fifty minutes, possibly longer with improved efficiency."
The Azure Sky Patriarch exchanged glances with Grand Elder Bingxin. Some silent communication passed between them—tactical evaluation that Lin Feng couldn't fully decipher but recognized as significant.
"This capability is functional for the operation," Patriarch Zhang Tian said finally. "With proper support and planning, you could infiltrate Elder Shadow's pocket dimension, identify its natural foundation points, and destabilize them before his subordinates could mount effective defense. The timeline is tight, but achievable."
"There's still one critical test remaining," Grand Elder Bingxin said. "We need to verify that Lin Feng can destabilize an active pocket space from within, not just enter and observe. That test will require creating a more sophisticated pocket that mimics defensive formations."
"Tomorrow," Patriarch Zhang Tian said. "We're now at the deadline you set for preliminary testing. Three days have passed. Based on what I've observed, Azure Sky formally approves the operation and commits to providing detailed intelligence about Elder Shadow's pocket dimension structure. Do you accept the mission, Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng looked at Yun Qingxue, their dao companion bond allowing instant communication without words. She was afraid for him, proud of him, and absolutely committed to supporting his decision whatever it was.
He looked at Grand Elder Bingxin, who had trained him for weeks and would maintain his anchor point during the operation. Her expression conveyed complete confidence in his capabilities and equally complete awareness of the risks involved.
He looked at Patriarch Cloud Heaven, who had elevated him from invisible servant to inner disciple and trusted him with sect-level strategic decisions. The Patriarch's slight nod gave permission without pressure—Lin Feng's choice, freely made.
Finally, he looked at Patriarch Zhang Tian, representing Azure Sky's considerable investment in this operation. The Azure Sky Patriarch met his gaze steadily, acknowledging the risk Lin Feng would bear personally.
"I accept," Lin Feng said. "But I set these conditions: One week of additional preparation to advance closer to Level 7. Yun Qingxue maintains my primary anchor point, with Grand Elder Bingxin as secondary backup. Complete intelligence delivered within two days as originally agreed. And Azure Sky's defensive commitment extends to protecting Celestial Dawn and Frozen Sky against retaliation for a full year following the operation."
"Acceptable," Patriarch Zhang Tian said without hesitation. "We anticipated the need for additional preparation time. The intelligence will be delivered tomorrow morning. Azure Sky formally commits to one year of defensive support for both Celestial Dawn and Frozen Sky in the event of retaliation connected to this operation."
They sealed the agreement with formal cultivation oaths—spiritual commitments that would cause backlash if violated. The weight of those oaths settled onto Lin Feng like tangible pressure, marking the transition from theoretical planning to actual commitment.
In one week, he would infiltrate a pocket dimension controlled by demonic cultivators, locate and destabilize its natural foundation points, and attempt to collapse the entire structure before being killed or captured.
Just another impossible achievement.
But as Lin Feng returned to synchronized cultivation with Yun Qingxue, pushing toward Divine Domain Level 7 with renewed urgency, he felt not fear but anticipation. This was what he did best—taking impossible challenges and transforming them into accomplished reality through systematic development and tactical intelligence.
Elder Shadow's pocket dimension was about to learn why Lin Feng had developed a reputation for achieving what should be impossible.
The countdown had begun.
End of Chapter 63
Next: Chapter 64 - Intelligence and Preparation