Pu Yang Bo walked into the residence. The moment he entered, he saw a small courtyard. The courtyard was extremely quiet, with some flowers, grass, and bamboo growing within.
Behind the courtyard was a two-story building. There were some tables and chairs in the empty room on the ground floor, presumably used to entertain guests.
He slowly walked up to the second floor. There were a few rooms on the second floor that were separated from each other. There were tall windows on both sides of the room. The lighting and ventilation were very thoughtful.
He walked into the room in the middle. There was an oval wooden table in the middle of the room. There was a booklet on the table. Beside it was a white porcelain bottle, a fruit, and a pot of wine.
After observing that there was nothing else, Pu Yang Bo quietly walked to a chair by the window and slowly sat down, sinking into deep thought.
An hour had passed, and Pu Yang Bo let out a light sigh. Although he had spoken freely in front of his senior brothers and sisters just now, as a person who had just transmigrated to this world, he was experiencing a lot of nervousness, hesitation, and helplessness in his heart!
Pu Yang Bo was a young scholar in his previous life and was a complete atheist. Even though he liked to read fantasy novels in his free time since he was a teenager, it was just a way to relax and enjoy himself.
Once upon a time, a good friend who also loved martial arts and fantasy novels discussed with him whether the exaggerated descriptions in the works were reasonable.
He remembered that he had said this back then: "In wuxia works, if the protagonist were to send his opponent flying twenty feet away with a single palm strike, I can still accept such an exaggeration. However, if the main character hit his opponent to the moon with one palm, it would not be a literary exaggeration, but the author's brain was sick.
As for fantasy works, it depended on the author's imagination. The degree of exaggeration of the work could be as large as it was. There was no limit. But I personally hate transmigration because it's too much. I can't stand it.
He didn't expect that the most annoying plot would actually happen to him. How could he endure it? He, an atheist, had seen a ghost.
The only thing worth rejoicing about was that he had read the story of the Xia Clan world's supernatural beings before he transmigrated. But at the same time, there was another problem: This student Pu Yang Bo was actually an unlucky fellow. Not only did he not have any results in his cultivation, he was later betrayed by his senior brother to the Demonic Faction after the Evil Demons invaded. He suffered greatly, and although he managed to survive, he did not accomplish anything.
Could it be that he had transmigrated here to take the place of an unlucky person?
No, he had always believed that a man should be self-reliant. No matter where he went, no matter how difficult it was, he had to press forward.
Since the heavens sent me here, I can't blame them and leave it to fate. I have to become strong.
En, this Pu Yang Bo could actually be considered a genius. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been selected by the Xia Clan's Elder Assembly to be nurtured. Adding on the fact that he had fused two souls, he should be smarter than before.
He would first try to cultivate and see how his comprehension was.
spatial teleportation
After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Pu Yang Bo's tightly shut eyes opened once more, muttering to himself in confusion, It can't be that simple.
He continued to close his eyes and began to comprehend and cultivate.
Ten days later.
Second level of Realms of Myriad Existences.
A trace of joy appeared on Pu Yang Bo's face. The first time he came to this world to cultivate, he had discovered that he was actually a monster. Yes, a monster. He was no longer a genius.
This was easy to handle. When he had enough strength, he could change the direction of many things. Work hard, young man.
Another ten days passed quickly.
Third level of Realms of Myriad Existences.
The first time was joy. He felt that his talent was monstrous and that there was a chance of success. However, he also knew that it might be because it was his first time cultivating since he came to this world. The effect was especially good. He estimated that it would gradually slow down in the future and recover to the same speed as other cultivators.
Who would have thought that this would happen? This was too incomprehensible. Hmm, maybe it's because the two souls became especially powerful after fusing. Haha, that must be the case.
Spatial teleportation had reached the third level of Realms of Myriad Existences. Next, he should be able to attempt comprehending the embryonic form of a True Meaning. Hold on, Spatial Teleportation was only a grade three True Meaning. Since he had discovered that he was a monster, why not work harder and strive to comprehend a grade two True Meaning of Space?
Hmm, I'll first comprehend some of the other branches of the True Meaning of Space and see how things go.
Space Slicer, Space Destruction, Shadow Space
In less than a year's time, Pu Yang Bo had already comprehended all the grade three True Meanings related to space recorded in the Infernal Palace's Xia Shi Pavilion, reaching the third level of the Realms of Myriad Existences.
During this period, Pu Yang Bo felt as though his inspiration was getting more and more. All sorts of comprehensions kept appearing, and his improvement was getting faster and faster.
What was space? In the quiet room on the second floor, Pu Yang Bo was silently pondering, as inspiration kept appearing in his mind:
The difference between the position of one thing and another is measured by us. This is called " space."
Space was formed by different lines, and the lines formed different shapes. Within the lines was space.
Lines were composed of countless particles and fluctuated at a specific frequency. Hmm, it seemed that the mysteries of particles and waves had to be introduced.
.......
Once one grasped the laws and profound mysteries of these threads, one would be able to control this space.
The days of cultivation were monotonous and lonely. At the same time, it was also exciting. When one saw that they were improving every day, getting closer and closer to the truth of the laws and profound mysteries, they would be intoxicated.
Every year, the senior brothers and sisters would gather a few times to exchange some cultivation experiences with each other. It was a happy and harmonious time, and they also inspired each other.
At the end of the first year, Hong Tai's master organized a ranking battle. Pu Yang Bo kept a low profile and continued to be ranked last.
Strangely, Pu Yang Bo discovered that he actually didn't encounter any bottlenecks in the process of comprehending the true meaning. Every time he discovered a problem, a flash of inspiration would appear in his mind, and thoughts would flow like a fountain, as if his comprehension would never dry up.
In the beginning, he was still a little puzzled by this. After a long time, he was no longer surprised. Anyway, it was attributed to his peerless monstrous talent and powerful soul.
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