If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Zhou Ming unleashed his full divine sense.

After breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, his spiritual sense range has far exceeded that of before, and everything within a hundred miles should be within his perception.

But inside this stone cave, all his divine sense could reach were stone walls, stone walls, and more stone walls.

The divine sense crashed into the stone wall and could not advance any further, as if it were firmly sealed by some invisible barrier.

Even more strangely, when he scanned the faintly glowing sphere in the very center of the cave with his divine sense, it was completely blank.

I could clearly see that soft light, and I could clearly feel the air ripples caused by the spreading halo.

But he couldn't sense anything in his consciousness, as if the sphere didn't exist at all.

This extreme sensory conflict sent a chill down his spine.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Why isn't there even an exit? If I can't get out, am I going to be trapped here and die?"

Zhou Ming couldn't help but swear. If even divine sense couldn't penetrate such a place, then his rudimentary magical skills were even less likely to be effective.

Before he could even use his earth-burrowing technique, he would be crushed into the rocks and soil.

Zhou Ming forced himself to calm down.

The only clue he had to get here was that tile in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Close your eyes and refocus your mind on your consciousness.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the newly born primordial spirit still existed, its surrounding light remaining gentle and stable.

But the strange tile that had transported him to this godforsaken place had vanished without a trace.

Zhou Ming searched his mind thoroughly several times, leaving no corner unchecked, to confirm that the tile was no longer there.

Opening his eyes, Zhou Ming frowned and stood there for a while before finally turning his gaze back to the faintly glowing sphere in the center of the cave.

This cave dwelling is unique in that it contains only one thing that cannot be sensed by divine sense, yet it is truly suspended there.

If there really is a secret hidden in this cave, then the secret must be in this sphere.

Zhou Ming slowly circled the sphere twice, taking each step very slowly.

On his first lap, he looked the sphere up and down.

On the second lap, he took a deep breath.

Then he stopped, gritted his teeth, and slowly extended his right hand.

The moment a finger gently touched the surface of the sphere, the sphere's originally soft light suddenly illuminated the entire cave as bright as day.

An immense, indescribable message surged into Zhou Ming's mind through his fingers.

It was as if someone had compressed an entire library into a single drop of water and injected it directly into the depths of his soul.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Ming opened his eyes again.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, which condensed into a straight white line in the dim light before dissipating after a long while.

At that moment, Zhou Ming gained a completely new understanding of the world he lived in.

After being bombarded with a massive amount of information, Zhou Ming finally understood.

He originally thought he was in a corner of some world, enveloped by a powerful cultivator with an unparalleled array.

Previously, they had tried every means to understand the array jade slip in order to break the array.

The results of it?

To my astonishment, I was actually inside a magical artifact. And having read so many novels, I'd never heard of anyone transmigrating into a magical artifact.

This is truly unique – a scorpion pooping like this.

Based on the information he had just received, Zhou Ming learned that this magical artifact was born from chaos.

It has the effect of evolving the world and concealing the secrets of heaven.

Aside from these two abilities, it has no other functions.

This magical artifact revealed a trace of its aura when it was created and was struck by lightning.

This single bolt of lightning shattered the magical artifact that possessed the power to create heaven and earth into countless fragments, which then transformed into streams of light and flew across the myriad realms.

Based on Zhou Ming's experience reading novels, this should be what is known as a tribulation of lightning.

The tile in Zhou Ming's mind was one of these thousands of fragments.

In his previous life on Earth, he fell down at an antique stall and bumped into a fragment of this magical artifact, which led to this time travel.

Not only him, but also Liu Jun, and the cultivators and beings who had been brought here over the millions of years, whether by soul or body, were all brought in by the scattered fragments of magical treasures.

The world within the magical artifact was originally devoid of life. It was only through the guidance and introduction of countless beings over tens of millions of years that this world came to prosper.

At the beginning, there were quite a few highly skilled cultivators who were brought here. However, this magic weapon was originally damaged, and the cultivators who were brought here absorbed spiritual energy from inside it to cultivate.

The broken magical artifact not only fails to receive replenishment of spiritual energy, but also loses a large portion of it.

Gradually, the magic weapon became more and more dilapidated.

Later, in order to protect itself, the magic weapon instinctively changed the rules of the world, gathered spiritual energy, and suppressed the cultivation of all cultivators.

Later, these people were unable to absorb spiritual energy and break through their cultivation levels, eventually dying from exhaustion of their lifespan.

After these cultivators died, their bodies and cultivation levels were transformed into nourishment for repairing the magical artifacts themselves.

Over thousands of years, countless brilliant and talented individuals have died silently inside this magical artifact.

After death, it didn't even leave its name behind, but instead became nourishment for this world.

Take the place where Zhou Ming is now, for example; it's not like no other cultivators have come here before.

This glowing sphere is the central component of this magical artifact.

All the cultivators who came here have tried to refine this magic weapon, but refining a magic weapon requires using magic power to taint the restrictive patterns inside the magic weapon.

The spiritual energy in this world is scarce, and cultivators' own magical power only goes out and never comes in; every bit used is a bit less.

If one's magical power is exhausted halfway through the process, the result is the dissipation of one's spiritual power and death.

For thousands of years, not a single person has succeeded.

Zhou Ming stared intently at the sphere emitting a soft light, his expression shifting constantly as he struggled internally.

While refining this peerless magic weapon, he might also die due to insufficient magical power, turning into nourishment for the magic weapon like those withered bones.

Perhaps we shouldn't refine it!

On the one hand, he entered a treasure mountain and returned empty-handed. No one in this world could accept such an outcome calmly, and Zhou Ming was no exception.

On the other hand, if he doesn't refine this magic weapon, he will never be able to leave this sealed cave, let alone step out of the world created by this magic weapon.

After much deliberation, Zhou Ming gritted his teeth and finally decided to refine it.

Compared to his predecessors, he had a significant advantage.

As long as there are still people in this world who cultivate the Transcendental Scripture.

As long as those who cultivate the Scripture of Salvation live or die, he will have a continuous source of magical power.

For every bit of magic power someone injects into the sphere, the sphere itself loses a bit.

But he doesn't need to touch the origin of the purple-gold nascent soul in his dantian.

He can refine the heat that surges after the causal chain breaks and then inject it into the sphere, using other people's lives to fill this bottomless pit.

Although this is not endless, it is still unknown how much magic power is left after deducting the mana needed for cultivation each time one dies.

But at least he had a supply line that no one before him had.

You can practice slowly; there's no need to rush.