Wu Tian stood before the ancient rift, the energy of the Mortal Realm spilling out in chaotic waves. The air crackled with instability, the very fabric of space resisting his attempt to leave the Sealed World. This was no simple step forward—this was a rupture in reality.
He exhaled, steadying his breathing. The Dao of Space stirred within him, whispering its mysteries.
The world behind him—the sect he had built, the warriors he had trained—was not yet ready for what lay ahead. But one day, they would be.
Without hesitation, Wu Tian stepped forward.
The moment he did, the world around him collapsed.
Lost in the RiftThe passage was unlike anything he had ever felt.
Space twisted around him, folding in ways that defied logic. Time felt sluggish and erratic. His body strained, pulled by forces beyond his control.
For most, stepping into this chaos would mean death. But Wu Tian was not most people.
He closed his eyes, allowing his instincts to take over. Rather than resisting, he moved with the flow of the void, following the rhythm of the space around him.
Then, he felt it—a pull stronger than the others, a point in space where reality was thinner.
A doorway.
With a final push, he propelled himself toward it.
Light exploded around him, and suddenly—
He was falling.
Arrival in the Mortal RealmWu Tian crashed into dense vegetation, his landing cushioned by centuries-old vines and ancient roots. He groaned, his body aching but intact.
The first thing he noticed was the Qi.
It was thicker, richer, and more powerful than anything in the Sealed World. Every breath he took invigorated him, filling his meridians with energy beyond comprehension.
Slowly, he pushed himself up and took in his surroundings.
He was in a vast valley, the air heavy with the scent of rare herbs and potent medicinal plants. But something was off.
The deeper he inhaled, the more he realized—this place was saturated with ancient alchemical energy.
A flicker of movement caught his attention. Further ahead, partially hidden beneath the tangled growth, was an ancient stone gate covered in alchemic inscriptions.
His heart pounded.
He hadn't just stumbled upon a random valley.
He had landed in the lost domain of a legendary pill maker.
The Ancient Pill Maker's ValleyWu Tian approached the stone gate, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings. The markings were old—far older than anything he had seen in the Sealed World. A forgotten inheritance, untouched for countless generations.
As his Qi flowed through the inscriptions, they flickered to life, resonating with his energy. The stone gate trembled, and with a deep rumbling sound, it slowly opened.
Beyond the entrance lay a grand alchemical complex, preserved by ancient formations. Rows of cauldrons stood untouched, their inscriptions glowing faintly. Herbs that should have withered eons ago thrived, pulsing with medicinal essence.
At the center of the chamber stood an ornate pill furnace, its craftsmanship unparalleled.
Wu Tian stepped closer, drawn by an unseen force.
The moment he touched it, the remnants of an ancient soul stirred.
A voice echoed in his mind—deep, wise, and filled with sorrow.
"You have entered the domain of the Grand Alchemist Shen Mu… If you seek power, prove your worth."
The ground trembled, and the trials began.