Xan Li Fang was no longer plummeting through the freezing atmospheric strata, nor was he lying broken amidst the wreckage of a snowy village; rather, his consciousness had been forcibly transposed into the swirling, infinite void of his own psyche. "Where is this location?" he pondered, his mental voice echoing through the vastness. "This phenomenon is nothing short of a miracle." He floated weightlessly above a boundless ocean of spiritual essence, a metaphysical sea split with geometric perfection into two warring halves. On the sinister flank roiled a viscous, brilliant crimson tide—the manifestation of his Void Dragon Bloodline—while on the dexter side surged a shimmering, electric azure expanse representing the raw, untamed potency of the twelve Gunsang Fruits. Together, these opposing forces formed a colossal, ethereal Yin-Yang symbol that stretched toward the event horizon of his soul. In the absolute center, functioning as the immutable axis of this internal universe, floated the Gray Stone Tablet; the archaic character "DAO" etched into its surface pulsated with a vibrant, aurous luminosity. Orbiting this tablet like celestial bodies enslaved by the gravity of a neutron star were the dormant essences of his true self, faint and translucent spheres of power dragged violently from their sealed state by the massive energy overload: The Twelve Elements, The Seven Spirits, Heaven and Earth, Life and Death, and The Seven Samsara Cycles.
They spun in a chaotic, hungry dance, yearning for sustenance. Suddenly, the Tablet convulsed, emitting a blinding radiance that illuminated the entire void. HUMMMMM. The crimson and azure oceans rushed towards one another, not in a gentle commingling, but in a cataclysmic collision of primordial forces. The chaotic energy of the fruits was subjugated by the Tablet, forced to amalgamate with his bloodline in a violent alchemy. The Restriction Essence—the very core of the seal his mother had placed upon him—did not fracture under the strain; instead, it evolved, absorbing the chaotic Gunsang Qi and acting as a divine filtration system to rebuild his shattered foundation using the very power that should have obliterated him. The Yin-Yang symbol stabilized, spinning with a terrifying, majestic grace as the orbiting essences locked into their permanent constellations within his inner world. Xan Li Fang's potential had just been unlocked. Outside this Sea of Consciousness, in the physical realm, reality was contorting with equal violence. Xan lay motionless on a humble straw pallet within the warm, drafty domicile of Yao Lin, the benevolent sheep-herder who had discovered him amidst the debris of her barn. Snow dusted the small, frosted windowpane while the wind howled a mournful dirge outside.
Yao Lin, a frail woman in her fifties whose face was etched with the deep lines of worry, sat nearby on a wooden stool; her threadbare garments offered scant protection against the creeping chill, yet she refused to abandon the injured stranger. "Oh, my poor boy," she murmured softly, wringing her weathered hands. "The agony you must endure to fall from the heavens in such a manner." Suddenly, Xan's blood-caked physique convulsed. WHOOSH. Without warning, a terrifying, unseen force nullified gravity, lifting him two meters into the air where he commanded the space with the presence of a deity. His body rotated gently, enveloped by a mysterious, cycling cocoon of energy where one hemisphere was pitch obsidian, representing Void and Death, and the other was blinding alabaster, representing Life and Heaven. It was the nascent Life and Death Essence Avatar at work, voraciously consuming the immense Qi stored in his tissues to knit his fractured bones, regenerate his exsanguinated vessels, and re-forge his flesh instantly. "Ah!" Yao Lin cried out, covering her mouth in shock as she stared at the impossible miracle unfolding above her bedside. The sheer spiritual pressure radiating from the levitating youth was too potent for her fragile mortal soul; her eyes rolled back, and she slumped forward, fainting into oblivion.
BANG! At that precise moment, the cabin door burst open, and a fierce gust of frigid air was violently displaced by a wave of tyrannical Qi. Cultivator Mulo, the local magistrate who managed this territory, stood framed in the doorway, his eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. "This… this cannot be reality," Mulo whispered, his voice trembling as he activated his Spiritual Sense to gauge the anomaly. "Is he… is he cultivating even while in a comatose state?" Mulo watched, paralyzed, as the energy surrounding Xan intensified until the atmospheric pressure in the room threatened to pulverize the stone foundation. "Mortal Realm Third Stage... Fourth... Fifth..." Mulo counted, cold perspiration beading upon his forehead. The aura flared with blinding intensity. "No, wait! He has just breached the threshold! Earth Realm Fourth... Seventh... His cultivation level is ascending vertically! Heaven Realm Seventh... Eighth... Ninth..." The wooden beams of the house groaned under the strain. "This is the Mystic Realm... No! Impossible! This is the Divine Realm, Ninth Stage!"
BOOM! The energy beacon surrounding Xan detonated outward, piercing the roof and shooting a pillar of monochromatic light into the stratosphere, visible for miles across the desolate, snowy landscape. From a neighboring settlement, a terrified shout echoed through the night: "Yin and Yang State Realm! That is a Second Step Cultivator!" Mulo fell to his knees, utterly speechless, his legs losing all tensile strength; his mind, which had spent centuries clawing its way merely to reach the Earth Realm, could not comprehend the apotheosis he was witnessing. Xan Li Fang's cultivation had completed one hundred million years of growth in a mere forty-eight hours. The Divine Ascent persisted for two agonizing days, shaking the very tectonic plates beneath LinXu Village while local beasts cowered in their burrows and villagers prayed to their ancestors. Then, silence returned. The black and white energy subsided, absorbing back into Xan's dermis, leaving his body cleansed of blood and perfectly healed as he gently drifted back onto the bed. He appeared transformed; his skin was like porcelain, glowing with ethereal health, and his hair had transitioned to a shimmering golden hue.
Even behind his closed eyelids, a faint light pulsed rhythmically. Xan's eyes snapped open. Red. Blue. They glowed with a subtle, terrifying internal light. "Ahhh, where am I located..." Xan groaned, massaging his temples as the memories of his mother's demise and the terrifying fall struck him like a physical blow. Not attempted to sit upright. "AAhhh! (Oops!)" He did not just sit; he shot straight upward, rocketed by his new, uncontrolled power, halting only when he hovered mere inches from the ceiling rafters, two meters above the bed. He stared down at his feet, which dangled unsupported in the air, and then shifted his gaze to the wooden beams inches from his nose. He blinked. "When did I acquire the capability of flight? Wow."