Lan Mulian glanced at the map and shook her head gently, then suddenly asked, “Is there something wrong with this map?”


    Maps of the Nine Provinces were readily available, but this one was much more detailed. Other than that, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual about it.


    Mu Zhian’s eyes flickered, then he shook his head and smiled. “Nothing. Just curious.”


    “How did you know I was here?” Mu Zhian asked.


    Lan Mulian said softly, “I was already awake when you woke up earlier. I was wondering where you were going, so I didn’t disturb you.”


    A faint smile appeared in her eyes. “I thought you were interested in the dungeon and couldn’t wait to explore it.”


    Mu Zhian opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had clearly seen her sleeping, but he held back.


    It seems Senior Sister’s acting skills are no less than mine… He hadn’t realized she was awake when he woke up earlier.


    If he ended up with Senior Sister in the future, wouldn’t she constantly catch him cheating…


    Mu Zhian worried about his future, but then he quickly relaxed.


    Although Senior Sister is clever, I’m the Lord of the Heavenly Court. I’ve played with the hearts of countless people, even Senior Sister’s last night. If I can’t even handle her, how can I manage multiple relationships?


    “If you’re interested in the origins of this map, I can try to peer into its essence tonight and trace its history,” Lan Mulian suddenly said.


    Peering into the essence of things, analyzing them, and even replicating them… The Sacred Heavenly Body was one of the top three constitutions in the history of the Nine Provinces.


    Mu Zhian nodded slightly. “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Senior Sister… But don’t push yourself too hard.”


    “It’s no trouble at all.” Lan Mulian crossed her arms, looking down at the boy in the dungeon, and suddenly smiled brightly.


    “But how are you going to thank me?”


    Mu Zhian asked tentatively, “I’ll work harder tonight and help Senior Sister reach the Soul Transformation realm?”


    Lan Mulian rolled her eyes at him. “Is that considered thanks? Isn’t that just satisfying your own—”


    She suddenly stopped.


    Come to think of it, Mu Zhian at this age hadn’t been intimate with any girls. In other words, last night, she was the first girl he had… been with at this age…


    And there was no one else on Two Polarities Peak besides Master and the Spiritual Dragon, and no one knew Junior Brother was here…


    Lan Mulian’s eyes flickered with excitement as she stared at the boy in the dungeon.


    A chill ran down Mu Zhian’s spine as he sensed the dangerous glint in his usually cold Senior Sister’s eyes. He instinctively called out, “…Senior Sister?”


    Tap.


    Lan Mulian suddenly bent down and tapped Mu Zhian’s forehead lightly. She knelt down, her white dress like a blooming snow lotus, took his hand, and smiled faintly.


    “Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to eat you. Why are you looking at me like that?”


    The problem is, you look like you want to eat me… Mu Zhian complained inwardly.


    “By the way, since you have the Sacred Heavenly Body, Senior Sister, perhaps you can also peer into the essence of this box?”


    Mu Zhian quickly diverted her attention, taking a small black box from his storage ring.


    It was the black box left behind by the Primordial Witch. The World Sea had tried everything to unlock its secrets, but even after Mu Zhian opened it, he only saw the items inside, not the secret of the box itself. sea??h thё N??eFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    He only knew that it could absorb the Heavenly Court’s spiritual energy.


    Lan Mulian’s attention was indeed diverted. She took the black box and examined it, a puzzled look in her eyes. “Isn’t this just an ordinary box?”


    “Why don’t you try using your Sacred Heavenly Body to peer inside?” Mu Zhian suggested.


    Lan Mulian closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were filled with a captivating golden light.


    As her gaze fell on the black box, her expression turned serious.


    Good, her attention is finally off me…


    Mu Zhian breathed a sigh of relief.


    He felt that if they continued their previous conversation, it might lead to dangerous territory, like ‘Junior Brother, what do you think of this little room?’


    Let Senior Sister explore it herself…


    Boom!


    Just as Mu Zhian was about to discreetly leave the dungeon, a black mist suddenly erupted from the black box in Lan Mulian’s hand.


    Mu Zhian froze.


    Did Senior Sister really unlock the Primordial Witch’s black box?


    Or did the black box react to her…?


    Before he could react, the black mist spread throughout the dungeon.


    At the same time, a black formation appeared beneath Lan Mulian’s feet.


    “A pocket dimension teleportation formation?!”


    Mu Zhian’s heart pounded in his chest. He reached out, grabbing Lan Mulian’s hand through the black mist, and pulled her, trying to get her out of the formation.


    However, the formation was already complete. The mysterious teleportation formation, shrouded in black mist, activated, teleporting them both away.


    Clatter.


    The black box fell to the floor with a thud.


    …


    Thud!


    Mu Zhian fell from the sky, landing in Lan Mulian’s arms before he could even summon his flying sword.


    He didn’t know why the strange teleportation formation had activated. He hadn’t even been able to pull Lan Mulian back, and he had been dragged along as well.


    “Where is this…?”


    After getting out of Lan Mulian’s embrace, Mu Zhian looked around. A mysterious black mist filled the air, limiting his visibility.


    But he could still make out the rough outlines of his surroundings.


    This seemed to be an abyss.


    Above the abyss, stone bricks floated in mid-air, slowly moving back and forth.


    At the far end of the abyss was a palace, with ancient stone pillars flanking its entrance, reaching towards the sky.


    Lan Mulian’s eyes flickered with surprise. “When I was analyzing the black box, I sensed a pocket dimension within, so I sent a wisp of my consciousness to investigate… It seems I triggered some kind of mechanism.”


    Mu Zhian’s thoughts stirred.


    A pocket dimension within the black box… Wasn’t this the place the Primordial Witch had brought him to in the Martial World? He had been inside the palace then, but he hadn’t expected the outside of the pocket dimension to look like this.


    Since they were already here, they could only continue forward. Perhaps he could learn the true meaning behind the Primordial Witch leaving this black box.


    They flew on their swords, stepping on the floating stone bricks above the abyss, heading towards the palace.


    “We can’t use spiritual energy here,” Lan Mulian suddenly said.


    “No wonder they set up such a mechanism. Without these floating stone bricks, even a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t be able to cross this abyss,” Mu Zhian murmured.


    After about a stick of incense’s time, they crossed the abyss. After another quarter of an hour, they finally reached the palace gates.


    Mu Zhian had expected to see the inner hall where he had first met the Primordial Witch in the black box.


    But when he pushed open the dusty doors, he was greeted by a soft, white light.


    Mu Zhian stared at the light, then breathed a sigh of relief. “…The Heavenly Dao?”


    This soft, white light was identical to the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Provinces!


    But his attention was quickly drawn to the figure enveloped in the light.


    Within the white light, a woman sat curled up, hugging her knees, her translucent black dress clinging to her figure, her jade-like feet delicate and translucent.


    An arrow, emitting a soft glow, pierced through her chest.


    But what caught Mu Zhian’s attention wasn’t this, but the body itself.


    “The Primordial Witch…”


    After whispering her identity, a huge question arose in Mu Zhian’s mind.


    There was no doubt that this was the Primordial Witch.


    But her consciousness wasn’t within this body. Where was it?


    And why was the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Provinces also within this black box?


    Mu Zhian’s mind raced, then he looked at the arrow piercing the Primordial Witch’s heart.


    This arrow… wasn’t it the same one he had seen in his dream in the Jade Pool?


    He remembered it clearly because it had been aimed at him in the dream.


    Rumble…


    A deafening roar echoed through the hall, and the arrow in the Primordial Witch’s chest vibrated slightly.


    A chill ran down Mu Zhian’s spine, and he subconsciously took a step back, cold sweat dripping down his back.


    He could feel the arrow’s gaze fixated on him!


    Lan Mulian also sensed something. “Let’s get out of here!”


    The entire space twisted, and the world turned upside down!


    The Heavenly Dao’s arrow seemed about to leave the Primordial Witch’s heart.


    But at that moment, the woman in the black dress, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.


    She stared at Mu Zhian.


    How is this possible?! This body should be just a shell. Why does she have her own consciousness?!


    Mu Zhian’s mind screamed in disbelief. As their gazes met, a familiar feeling washed over him.


    I’ve seen her somewhere before…


    Just as this thought crossed his mind, Lan Mulian’s eyes also flickered as she stared at the woman’s eyes.


    Like Mu Zhian, she also felt a sense of familiarity.


    Rumble…


    The ground trembled!


    A giant black hole appeared behind Mu Zhian and Lan Mulian, and a powerful suction force pulled them in.


    Thud! Mu Zhian landed on the cold ground.


    Then, Lan Mulian fell from the black hole, landing on top of him before he could dodge.


    “Cough…” Mu Zhian coughed, almost suffocated.


    Fortunately, he was a cultivator. If it were an ordinary person, their bones would have been broken.


    “Sorry,” Lan Mulian whispered, quickly getting off him.


    They were both still stunned by what they had just seen.


    Seeing Mu Zhian put the black box away and noticing his… disheveled appearance, Lan Mulian frowned. “Am I that heavy?”


    Mu Zhian collected his thoughts. “It’s because we suddenly fell from the sky. You’re not heavy, Senior Sister. You’re too sensitive.”


    “But last night, when we… you seemed to be struggling.”


    Mu Zhian looked at Lan Mulian. “Do you think I wouldn’t struggle in my current state?”


    Lan Mulian also looked at the boy, a blush creeping onto her face as she remembered something, and she murmured, “…That’s true.”


    Then, she changed the subject. “What are you going to do with the black box?”


    Mu Zhian pondered for a moment. “I’m not in a hurry. We need to think this through.”


    The black box still held too many secrets: the pocket dimension within, the being resembling the Heavenly Dao, and the Primordial Witch, impaled by an arrow, bathed in the Heavenly Dao’s light…


    Before uncovering the Primordial Witch’s secrets, it was best not to venture into the black box’s pocket dimension again.


    …


    Perhaps because of the day’s events, they were both mentally exhausted. That night, after chatting for a while, Mu Zhian felt sleepy.


    They both drifted off to sleep.


    Heavy rain poured outside, and the candlelight in the room flickered.


    Suddenly, the candle flame wavered.


    Mu Zhian felt a weight on his body in his sleep and smelled a familiar fragrance.


    At first, he thought it was Senior Sister’s scent, so he ignored it.


    But gradually, he realized his face was buried in a soft bosom that didn’t belong to Lan Mulian. He opened his eyes hazily and saw a figure on top of him.


    It was a woman… but not the sleeping Lan Mulian. She wore a green dress, like a celestial maiden.


    Mu Zhian was stunned, then he instinctively shouted, “Yao Meng—”


    “Shh.”


    Yao Meng placed her finger on his lips, resting her chin on her hand and smiling charmingly.


    “Quiet. I’ve cast a sleeping spell in the room, but if we make too much noise, we might wake her up.”


    Yao Meng gently caressed Mu Zhian’s face, her eyes playful, a mischievous smile on her lips.


    “You don’t want to wake your Senior Sister and let her see you being… bullied, do you?”