The Blue Clan Patriarch's younger brother, Lance Blue, was a little skeptical when he heard that the Free Alliance was actually opposing the Blue Clan. Now, standing at one of the Alliance's strongholds and seeing it empty, he couldn't help but question it again.
"You don't even believe what I say?" The Blue Clan Patriarch hadn't expected things to turn out like this. Hearing Lance's question, his pent-up anger flared, but he could only reply helplessly.
Lance Blue quickly laughed, "Big brother, I'm just asking—don't exaggerate."
"After all these years, you're still such a little rascal." Seeing Lance, the Patriarch realized he was nothing like the older generation—and hadn't expected him to be a Blue Clan member, either.
"Big brother, you have no idea how boring it is over there. If you hadn't said the Free Alliance was clashing with the Blue Clan, I wouldn't even have gotten a chance to come help." Lance Blue said, feeling lucky.
"For now, don't go back. Help me find that beggar and teach him a lesson." The Blue Clan Patriarch's main reason for opposing the Free Alliance was none other than Evan Yang.
"Beggar? What beggar? Don't tell me there's someone even you can't handle, big brother." Seeing his brother's tone and the anger radiating from him, Lance Blue laughed.
When Lance Blue showed he knew nothing, the Blue Clan Patriarch found the Guard Captain and spent half the day explaining things to him. Meanwhile, the Patriarch checked the surroundings, and after confirming there was no one he wanted, he had to leave with his men. Still, he left a few behind to monitor any changes.
When Lance Blue heard that Evan Yang single-handedly caused so much trouble for the Blue Clan, his expression turned incredulous. "Such talent—he's almost catching up to That One of the Blue Clan."
"Him? No way. I’ll make sure to wipe him out before he enters the Spirit‑Wandering Realm!" The Blue Clan Patriarch sneered after hearing Lance's praise.
"So why haven't you caught him yet?" Lance Blue mocked.
The Blue Clan Patriarch shot him a glare. "That was a mistake. If I hadn't been in closed-door cultivation last time, I would've come out and settled accounts with him myself. I wouldn't have let him set up an array at the city gate for so long."
"A mistake? Heh, even the weakest enemy isn't to be underestimated. Watch me." Lance Blue was confident he could capture Evan Yang.
The Blue Clan Patriarch laughed, clearly skeptical. "Alright, if you can catch him, I'll take your place there for ten years."
"Deal. You said it yourself. I don't want to stay in that place any longer than necessary. If you're willing to take my shift for ten years, I'm happy to oblige." Lance Blue laughed wildly.
The two then continued discussing all things related to Evan Yang—his deeds, his characteristics, every detail.
The Blue Clan truly lived up to its reputation as the continent's top family; their investigation into Evan Yang was thorough, lacking only knowledge of his parentage.
Evan Yang had no idea what was happening outside. At that moment, he'd already spent three hundred years inside, which equated to six years in the outside world.
Over those three hundred years, Evan Yang tried using formations, but found they were completely ineffective here. No acceleration worked either.
Though a little disappointed, Evan later discovered that this steady cultivation, while lengthening his time, also advanced and stabilized his cultivation considerably.
That's why, before he knew it, three hundred years had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he sensed some change in his mind.
He saw his primordial spirit stirring—its stone core slowly melting away and being absorbed. The bizarre phenomenon shocked Evan, but no matter how he checked, he couldn't find anything amiss. He could only mutter, "What exactly does this stone do?"
Just as he finished speaking, Evan felt as if he were about to break through.
Three hundred years to reach the Spirit‑Wandering Realm? This was Evan's first year at this stage, so he didn't dare be careless. He immediately closed his eyes and tried to step into the next realm.
Old Clam had no idea how to advance to the Spirit‑Wandering Realm, so he could only let Evan comprehend it on his own and seek his own path to this stage.
The Heaven‑Cold Seed spun at high speed. Not only that, its root had grown thicker, like the strands of bloodline within Evan's body.
As it spun, it released a dense surge of spiritual power.
"Did it just spit out everything it absorbed?" Evan exclaimed in surprise.
Back then, he had absorbed a huge amount of energy, and the Heaven‑Cold Seed had absorbed even more. If he had to say, most of it was taken by the Heaven‑Cold Seed. Still, he would never tell anyone about it.
A vast surge of spiritual power flooded into Evan's primordial spirit region.
Then his primordial spirit felt a force, as if it were being molded into shape.
He watched as his primordial spirit slowly transformed, eventually forming a tiny infant—the equivalent of a Nascent Soul. After a while, it fully took shape.
The whole process lasted about an hour. Evan opened his eyes again.
A smile appeared on his face, for he had entered the next realm. A shadowy figure emerged from Evan's body, just like when he reached the Avatar Realm before. The biggest difference: in the Avatar Realm, the clone could never match the original, but in the Spirit‑Wandering Realm, the clone was just as strong as the main body.
At that moment, the clone was a shadowy projection with a mark on its forehead.
It was a clear way to distinguish between the main body and the clone.
With a single thought, Evan could recall the shadow back into his body. The two consciousnesses, main and clone, worked just like in the Avatar Realm. Anyone who had experienced the Avatar Realm could easily master the shadow and main body of the Spirit‑Wandering Realm.
"Kid, congratulations." No one was more excited than Old Clam. He'd watched Evan rise step by step to this level—a truly thrilling journey.
"Thanks. Now that I've reached the Spirit‑Wandering Realm, I wonder how I can restore your true body." Having entered this realm, Evan could do many things that were impossible before. What he wanted most was to help Old Clam recover his real form.
Old Clam was deeply moved, but laughed, "This place isn't suitable. We have to wait until we're out."
"Oh? Alright, once we're out, find a place and tell me how to restore you." Evan nodded.
Old Clam was gratified, then told Evan to check his body for any abnormalities.
With Old Clam's agreement, Evan muttered, "Two hundred years left."
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"It really is so long. Sigh, I've aged five hundred years here." Old Clam was depressed—coming in had made him older too.
"How much lifespan do you have left?" A Spirit‑Wandering expert can live up to five thousand years, and spending one-tenth in here was a huge number. Evan asked, worried.
"Don't worry. These five hundred years won't take my life. Besides, my lifespan was long to begin with—much longer than humans." Old Clam smiled at Evan.
Evan nodded, then checked his spatial ring.
He found that the people inside the ring hadn't changed. After all, birth, aging, illness, and death are things mortals experience. Cultivators, if they don't break through in time, will die of old age too.
But Evan and Old Clam had changed, while those in the ring hadn't. Maybe the ring was special? That was Evan's first thought.
"I'll study it later when I have time," Evan thought to himself.
With two hundred years left, Evan wondered how to spend them—should he keep cultivating or explore the Sky‑Piercing Tower?
Fifty days here felt like a single day. It was a magical place. Previously, Evan had sped up formation circulation to change the rate of spiritual absorption, but now it was real time exchange.
So Evan had an idea—spend a few days exploring the inside of the Sky‑Piercing Tower to see what it was really like.
When Evan first entered, he was on the first floor. The Sky‑Piercing Tower had a second, third, up to fifth floor.
Each floor had an array to access the next. The internal arrays were simple, and Evan quickly solved them.
Arriving on the second floor, Evan found many skeletons.
"Only two people have come before, right? How could so many have died here?" Evan was shocked seeing the bones on the second floor.
Curious, Evan continued to the third, fourth, and finally fifth floor.
The fifth floor had a door. Evan looked at it, intending to leave, so he stepped forward.
As soon as he stepped forward, it was as if he'd triggered something. The spatial arrays around him started operating at full force, with traps working alongside them.
Suddenly, attacks came from all directions. Alarmed, Evan hurried to defend himself, sometimes feeling as if his own steps were being tracked.
Decades passed like this, until Evan could finally move around with ease. Unlike when he first arrived on the fifth floor, he was no longer anxious, rushing, or dodging every moment.
Evan's reflexes became extremely sharp. Here, he thoroughly trained his spiritual sensitivity—whenever a surge of energy or a divine sense swept over him, Evan could instantly detect it, judge direction, and respond.
The so-called divine sense was simulated by the arrays. At first, Evan thought someone was inside, but after breaking the arrays, he realized no one was there; the formation was automatically tailored to each entrant.
Though everything on the fifth floor was simulated, Evan experienced many life-and-death battles. A single misstep could mean instant death.
After gaining something on the fifth floor, Evan smiled and approached the door. Just as he was about to push it open, a burst of intense light hit him.
"Where is this?" Evan was shocked to find he wasn't outside the Sky‑Piercing Tower at all.
He looked around for a while and found another space inside—it was strange.
He got lost inside. Evan never expected that even Heaven's Eye Sight couldn't see through the illusion arrays ahead.
This series of challenges made Evan even more curious about the Sky‑Piercing Tower. "Who could have crafted such a thing?"
On the continent, Evan doubted even the King of Forging could create something so monstrous.
Why is it called the Sky‑Piercing Tower? Evan couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought.
Inside the space, Evan split his divine sense into five hundred strands. As his strength grew, his divine sense became much more powerful, and his ever-changing cultivation technique improved as well.
Five hundred strands of divine sense locked onto every detail of the internal space.
Until he saw two names on a stone tablet, curiosity drew him closer.
"The Sky‑Piercing Tablet?" Evan stared at the tablet, three men tall and half a man's width, surprised to see four large characters carved on it.
On the other side of the Sky‑Piercing Tablet—the side where Evan had just seen the names—two people's names were engraved.
"Bai Song, Lai Yi." Evan recited the names, deeply curious why these two names appeared on this mysterious stone tablet.