A valley in the Six Paths Royal Territory.

Dawn.

Su Yi sat cross-legged atop a boulder beside a burbling stream. As he awakened from his meditation, he slowly opened his eyes.

It had already been twenty days since he’d arrived in the Netherworld.

And it had already been two weeks since he’d left Yama’s Floating Mountains.

Over the past two weeks, Su Yi hadn’t been in a rush. Instead, he’d started and stopped. Sometimes, he'd ventured through the boundless wilderness, experiencing the wondrous beauty of heaven and earth. Other times, he'd wandered amidst the red dust of mortality, experiencing a starkly different way of life in all its facets.

However, he’d never neglected his cultivation.

Buddhists had a saying: “Whether walking or sitting, speaking or silent, moving or still, as long as your heart is at peace, everything is meditation.”

Su Yi was extremely assiduous and self-disciplined in cultivation; he found time to temper his cultivation base even while traveling.

His cultivation base had long since reached the pinnacle of the mid-stage Spiritual Incarnation Realm. As he awakened, he broke through as naturally as water overflowing an already full cup, smoothly entering the late-stage...