Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu grew excited. She did not expect to be able to immediately meld the mystic energy into her glabella and transform it into mystic conscious.
In her previous life, she remembered that she had spent an entire seven days without sleep or rest before she finally condensed her mystic energy into mystic conscious. The teacher who coached her even said that she was quite talented already and condensed mystic conscious at least three times faster than normal people.
Only people who could condense mystic conscious were considered to have truly stepped into the ranks of mystic cultivators, and these people could use their mystic conscious to open the door to their own inner world.
Otherwise, if a mystic cultivator could not even open their own inner world, then they would become a laughing stock.
The moment that Qiao Mu’s mystic conscious generated, all of the excessive mystic energy gathered together and receded into the mystic domain in the center of her lower abdomen.
The mystic domain that she currently possessed was merely the size of an olive pit, so the amount of mystic energy that it could store was naturally pitifully minute.
Qiao Mu inwardly estimated that her current cultivation was similar to that of a level three mystic cultivator. However, at her current age, being a level three mystic cultivator was definitely a jaw-dropping existence already.
In her past life, the vital importance of mystic conscious had been recognized in the later stages of the battle. Many great mystic cultivators who had already progressed to level 10 had later delved their energy into researching how to strengthen their mystic conscious and expand their inner world.
Mystic conscious itself was condensed from mystic energy; therefore, if a person had 10% mystic energy, then the mystic conscious that they could initially condense would not surpass 1%, so their inner world was naturally pitifully tiny.
However, later, through research, it was discovered that mystic conscious could gradually advance after endless training and strengthening. If there were two level-three mystic cultivators, and one of them had mystic conscious that could reach 3% of his mystic energy, then he would certainly be a lot more powerful than the person with 1% mystic conscious.
Whether it was the speed or strength of their mystic energy in battle, it was like night and day between them.
Currently, Qiao Mu could clearly see the tiny thread of mystic conscious that condensed in her mind gradually transforming into a pair of small and frail hands that forcefully pushed open a large door enveloped in a white fog.
Then, the pair of hands turned into a barefooted little person, and step, step, step, he sauntered through the door with great familiarity.
Qiao Mu’s eyes flashed when she carefully examined the back silhouette of the little person.
“F*ck me! Wasn’t this an apparition of my mystic conscious?”
Hold on, an apparition of her mystic conscious!
How could the apparition of her mystic conscious appear now? She remembered that in her previous life, it took her nearly 10 years of cultivation before she finally successfully condensed an apparition that fancy!
Because after her mystic conscious materialized into an apparition, then it could cultivate on its own inside the knowledge pool all the time. It was much simpler compared to how the common people exhausted a colossal amount of energy to ceaselessly use all sorts of training methods in order to condense their mystic energy and strengthen and mold their mystic conscious.
A person who obtained an apparition of their mystic conscious was similar to possessing a gold mountain and a group of strong, free labor, merely having to wait for the gold coins to drop into their pockets one by one without needing to even count them…
Hehe… Wait! Maybe she hadn’t woken up from her dream yet! Eh? Why does the box-like sealed space that the apparition ambled into look so familiar?
Wasn’t this the scene of the gold mountain littered with gems that she dreamed about earlier? No wonder it looked more familiar the more she looked at it!
Wasn’t this the inner world that she had once acquired in her previous life? The purple crystal screens that dominated the sides and top of the box were basically the “walls” of the inner world and formed a world.
This was her inner world!
Qiao Mu opened her eyes and foolishly sat on the bed for a moment, forgetting to utter a single sound.
Why did the inner world that she newly opened have a mountain of gems and gold? And there was even a food container filled with that many meat buns buried underneath the treasure mountain?
She remembered that when she first entered the inner world in her past life, that place was half its current size, and besides the “walls,” she literally had four bare walls for a home and possessed nothing.
